Time Rider Ch. 01

"Maybe... it was stupid of me to fail," Mark said. "But that's my past. I can't change it directly. But I was hoping to come here and convince you to let me pass anyway."

"If for some reason I were inclined to believe that you were from the future, which I don't, by the way," she stated. "Why would I change your grade if you don't deserve it? Maybe you shouldn't be going to university next year, maybe you need to, oh, I dont know, quit doing juvenile shit like this and grow the fuck up before you go out into the world?"

"Can we... can we talk about this somewhere else?" he asked nervously.

"No, I think we're good right here," she said flatly. "You're backed into a corner and can't escape. But if I let you live, clearly you might have a job as a science fiction writer. Tell me more and keep it good."

"No, you'll kill me." Mark said, sweating profusely.

"I'm definitely going to kill you," she pointed out. "But if your lie amuses me, I might make it quick and painless. Your choice. Annnnd go."

Mark didn't know if she was kidding or not, but he decided to treat the threat as real. "I... I came here to seduce you and convince you to change my grade."

Miss Fischer paused, her eyes widening. She said nothing for several seconds but then mirth creased her pretty features and she began to snicker. Seconds later, she was laughing loudly and uncontrollably.

"It's not funny." Mark grumbled, scowling darkly.

"Yes, yes it is..." she wheezed, her outrage clearly giving way to utter amusement. "Ohhhh, God... I almost wish this was true. There'd be so much less blood to get out of the grout on my floor..."

She stood up and looked at him again, her eyes shining with tears. "So let... let me get this straight... you came here to sex me up so good that I'd give you a passing grade you don't deserve?"

She burst out laughing again, leaning against the sink to hold herself up. In spite of his predicament, he noticed her magnificent cleavage down the top of her towel. Miss Fischer seemed to have forgotten.

"I was a lot smoother in my plan for all this." he muttered.

"Oh, I'm sure you were, Mark," she said almost sympathetically as she looked up at him again, tear stains on her cheeks. She smiled and he couldn't help but notice she was beautiful. He really had no idea of how to proceed, even if the was committed at this point. "So how's your plan working out so far?"

"Fairly rotten," he said. "I didn't know where I'd find you when I came in and then I saw you in the shower and just... well, I couldn't help but watch."

What he was saying slowly dawned on her and he could see she was getting irate again.

"You stood there and watched me masturbate?" she hissed, her eyes flashing. "You little pervert!"

"Take it as a compliment!" he said hastily, wincing. "You're really really pretty!"

"And this is where you tell all the other boys at school, right?" she growled.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I don't think anyone at school has any idea what sort of a knockout you are, miss. I mean, you dress pretty conservatively. Any of the girls who saw what I just did would be really jealous."

"Well, thank you for that, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to creep on me!" she shot back. "Honestly, why am I still letting you live, you little felon? Are you hoping the courts'll take it easy on you because you're not eighteen yet?"

"I am eighteen," he insisted. "I'll prove it."

"You're going to let me cut you open and count the rings?" she asked.

"No, I..." Mark began, his mind racing. "Your dresser!"

"What?"

"Your dresser in your room," he said, nodding. "In the back of the third top drawer, there's hand-written note from you to yourself about tonight. And to prove to yourself that it's true, you wrote down something only you know about yourself."

She paused and frowned at him for several seconds before stepping aside and allowing him out of the corner. She pointed out toward the hallway. "March, mister. I'm not letting you out of my sight."

Mark exited the bathroom and walked down the hall to one of two bedrooms, which was currently dimly illuminated by a small Himalayan rock-salt lamp. She made him stand in the middle of the room and wait quietly while she began rummaging in the drawer he had mentioned. She seemed to have forgotten she was only wearing a towel or had stopped caring.

"You're mother's going to weep at your closed casket funeral after I bite your eyeballs out for staring at my ass." Miss Fischer said as she kept digging around while bent over. Mark coughed and looked away from her butt.

She finally stood upright, holding a small envelope she'd withdrawn from the back of the drawer. She frowned as she examined it for several seconds, as if she didn't recognize it. She looked at him again, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You swear you've never been in my house before?"

He nodded, placing one hand over his heart and the other in the air. "Never, miss."

She considered and then unsealed the envelope, pulling out the single, folded page and began reading.

Whatever she read caused her to sit, almost flump very suddenly on the edge of her bed, her eyes wide with disbelief. She looked at him and held the letter up in a trembling hand. "Is this true?"

Mark shrugged. "You wrote whatever is in there, I have no idea. The only thing I can tell you that's true is what I already told you, Miss Fischer. I'm Mark from the summer and I've come back in time to convince you to change my grade so I can go to university."

She sat on the bed, looking dumbfounded. She said nothing for several seconds, staring off at the far wall blankly. She then looked back at him again and held up the page. "I wrote this. I wrote this after I... after you and I..."

He nodded. "I'm assuming you did it to prove all this to yourself."

"How is this possible?" she asked, still lost. "How are you even here, if you're from the future and I'm not just bugshit nuts and hallucinating all this?"

"I... I have a time machine." Mark replied.

"Really," she said, nonplussed, her shock fading rapidly. "Just like that. A kid who can't pass high school physics has a time machine and can operate it."

"Well, yeah, that's how I ended up here." Mark reasoned.

"Show it to me."

"I will," he said, nodding. "But first, I need to make sure you're going to pass me in that exam. Otherwise, all this means nothing."

"What, so let you fuck me and give you a passing grade?" she asked, scowling. "Why should I do all the work?"

Mark frowned. "First of all, you wouldn't be doing all the work, miss, thank you. Second, it's supposed to happen this way or I wouldn't be here."

"Bullshit," she snorted. "For all you know, I sent you home with your dick in your hand and no passing grade."

"Then what was written on that paper that shocked you so much?" he countered.

Miss Fischer said nothing for several seconds but then looked back up at him. "You're... you're sure you're eighteen right now? Because you aren't eighteen in my class."

He nodded.

"And you'll show me this time machine," she pressed, desperate to convince herself. "After we..."

Mark nodded again.

Miss Fischer exhaled heavily. "Give me a moment, this is a lot to take in."

"How so?" he asked.

She scowled up at him. "I'm about to fuck one of my students who's apparently a time-traveller and trade a passing grade for sex. What do you think is weird about this?"

He shrugged. "My whole evening's been weird, miss. I found that thing that turned out to be a time machine, then I-"

"You just found it today?" she exclaimed. "And the first thing you did was decide to come back and fuck your physics teacher?"

"Yeah, I kinda need that grade." Mark admitted.

She scowled again. "So you came back in time and the principal reason isn't even to fuck me?"

Mark pulled at his face for a moment as he tried to explain. "It's like I said earlier, miss. No one at school knows how hot you are because you never show it. If you did, every guy and bi girl in the school would want to fuck you."

"Maybe I dress like that so I don't have a pack of little horndogs lusting after- oh..." she murmured, catching herself and realizing she just defeated her own argument. Fluid time was rough to argue against. She sighed again. "So, uh... how do we do this?"

Mark scratched his head. "I dunno. Nothing about this evening has gone the way I planned it, but we still ended up here. I guess we need to improvise."

Miss Fischer considered. "Well, you've seen me naked and doing myself, so I think we need to redress the scales," she sighed. "So strip down and let me see what I'm selling my academic integrity for..."

Mark felt an uncomfortably warm flush of embarrassment at her suggestion, but proceeded nonetheless. He had planned on getting naked with her anyway, even if had been under more sensual and controlled circumstances. Clearly he'd flopped at being the Casanova he'd intended on for seducing her and getting that perfect grade.

He started by removing his t-shirt, pulling it over his head while watched impassively. Mark was proud of his body, since he played sports, but was suddenly very self-conscious now that he'd seen how stupidly hot his teacher was.

He put a hand against the wall and steadied himself while he used his feet to pull his sneakers off. Then he undid his button and unzipped the fly on his jeans before letting them drop slowly, revealing his black boxers.

"Well, at least you're not wearing tightie-whities," Miss Fischer mused. "That would've been a deal-breaker, for sure."

Mark paused, blushing as he realized he was about to pull down his boxers and fully expose himself to his teacher. He had to admit, this had never occured to him before tonight.

"Well don't wuss out now, Don Juan," she said somewhat impatiently. "This was all your idea, after all."

Mark squeezed his eyes shut, hooked his thumbs into his boxers and pulled them down. All her heard was silence for several seconds.

Finally there was a whistle from Miss Fischer. "Okay, I can work with that. Come over here, Mark."

As he walked toward her, she stood and allowed her towel to fall away, revealing her body again. Mark's eyes went wide as she willingly revealed herself to him. He was no longer spying on her, this was something completely different. Miss Fischer stood directly in front of him, her body scant inches from his. She could see in his eyes that he was bewlidered by her sudden change in attitiude.

"Well, obviously I'm not going to tell you what the secret thing only I would know was, but the note also said I should just throw caution to the wind and enjoy myself," she said lightly, walking two fingernails up his chest and over his shoulder. "And I try very hard to take my own advice."

"So," she declared, looking up into his eyes, her blue ones glinting. "We are going to fuck. A lot. In return, I'm giving you an amazing grade on your exam, no matter how bad you do and you're showing me this time machine my letter confirmed exists. Do we have a deal?"

He nodded. He was still nervous, but things seemed to have worked themselves out, even if it hadn't at all gone as he expected. But maybe that was time at work or some deep shit.

"My note also said I had such a great time that I insisted we keep fucking," she purred, her palm now running down his chest and over his stomach, perilously close to his nether regions. "How does that sound."

He swallowed again. "That... sounds great. So, do I keep travelling back here through time to meet you?"

"Well, yes," she said rather obviously. "I can't fuck the underage Alex in my class and I can't even give away that I know, right? He has to remain a blissfully unaware fuck-up."

"Yeah," Mark said somewhat awkwardly. "Stupid kid..."

"Oh, don't be like that," she said cheerfully, teasing her fingers over his cock and making him shudder. "If you hadn't been a lazy grot this semester, you wouldn't have needed to come back to change your grade, wouldn't have seen me in the shower and known that I'm secretly a hottie and then fucked me and got an amazing grade, right?"

"Yeah, I... I guess." Mark admitted. "So we just need to set it up so that I keep coming back to meet you and we do this until we catch up with real-time in the future I come from?"

"Yep, you're my new fuck-buddy," she said sweetly, now moving closer to him so that her nipples caressed his skin. "Speaking of, you've got some work to do..."

With that, Miss Fischer moved back to the bed and laid on it, her legs still over the side. She looked up at him seductively and spread her legs, exposing her pussy, which was glistening wet.

"You may not have earned that passing grade all semester," she said in a husky voice. "But you're sure going to work for it now..."

Mark moved forward, aware of the fact that his cock was swelling rapidly and knelt by the bed between her legs. He leaned in close and was instantly enchanted by the sight of her slick womanhood, which she now spread open with two fingers.

Mark leaned forward and pushed his tongue against his thick, slippery lips, guessing that she was not in the mood to be teased. His tongue snaked up and down before slithering over her clit, casing her to shudder and press her hips against his face.

"Gn, yes!" she gasped, grasping his hair with the free hand and stroking his scalp. "Thank God, you're not a virgin."

"No miss," he murmured as he kissed his way around her pussy, his tongue lapping at the lips. She tasted almost sweet and floral, such a big change from that slag Brenda. "I know my-"

"Call me Becky, darling," she sighed, slowly undulating her hips rhythmically against his face. "If we're going to be lovers like this, save the 'Miss Fischer' stuff for roleplay."

"Yes miss- I mean, Becky." he replied from between her legs. He now put his hands on her thighs to brace himself and began licking her in earnest, for once looking forward to earning perfect marks on an exam. He could feel his hard-on pulsing and moved her leg slightly so it pressed up against him, causing him to shiver. Becky felt it and moved her shin back and forth slowly, teasing him.

"Oh, yes, Mark..." she moaned, her fingers gripping her hair. She was sitting up on one elbow so she could look down at him and her leg that was not brushing against his cock was now on the bed, bent and spreading her wide. He couldn't believe how wet she was. It wasn't water from the shower, she was really turned on. Whatever she'd said to herself in that note had released a sex demon in her.

He swirled his tongue around her clit before burying it inside her pussy hungrily, eager to drive her into a frenzy. Becky clenched her teeth and ground her hips against his face now with a dreadful eagerness. Her skin was warm and getting moist as he tongue-fucked her. One hand snaked underneath her womanhood and the middle finger began teasing her tight, pink knot.

"Shit!" Becky gasped, shuddering as he slid the finger into her tight back tunnel. "You saw me fingering my ass in the shower! Gnnnn, fuck yes! Do it!"

Mark sucked on her pussy while he wriggled his finger in her ass, feeling her shin massaging his cock eagerly. As angry as she'd been earlier, he was also thinking about her rather shy and retiring persona at school and decided to take a gamble.

Without saying anything, he stood up, bringing his face away from her crotch and his finger out of her ass. She gasped and whined, looking up at him in needy confusion, but he then reached down to take her arm and pull her off the bed and set her on her knees in front of him. Becky took his cock in her hand and still slid her tongue around the throbbing head while looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, glassy with desire. She teased him for a few more moments before sliding her lips all the way down his shaft, taking him completely inside her mouth. Mark groaned and clutched her wet, blonde hair, shivering.

Becky began slowly bobbing back and forth, her mouth forming a perfect, wet seal around him. Her hand followed her mouth along his length, stroking and twisting the glistening skin gently. She hummed and moaned, vibrating his dick with her mouth and making him shudder again. The fingernails of her free nails gently grazed over the skin of his thighs, tingling.

"Jesus, Mi- Becky..." he gasped. "You're amazing at sucking cock!"

"Mmmm, I would hope so," she purred, pulling her mouth off him long enough to smile up at him while her hand pumped his shaft to keep the rhythm. "I watch a lot of videos and practice on some pretty life-like dildos, I'd like to think I'm doing something right."

"You are." Mark sighed as she attacked his cock again with her mouth. "You're the best one I've ever had."

She made an 'Mmmmmm' sound around his dick, clearly enjoying what she was doing. She teased his sac with the hand that wasn't massaging his cock and reached around to caress and squeeze his ass cheeks. He couldn't believe what a libertine she was turning out to be, and he was the only one at school who knew!

When she pulled her mouth off him again and looked up at him, he could see there was a deep and smouldering lust in the blue eyes, a need for deep sexual pleasure. She squeezed his cock with her hand and her voice was almost molten with lust when she spoke to him.

"I'm getting on the bed again and you're going to fuck me," she said huskily. "You're going to make me cum real hard if you want that perfect exam score."

She clambered back on the bed, lying on her back and spreading her legs for him again. Mark followed her onto the mattress, kneeling between her legs. She massaged her pussy eagerly with one hand while he lined himself up with her netherlips. She spread them whide open, revealing her glistening inner pink.

"Fuck me, Mark," she purred, eyeing his pulsing cock. "Fuck me good and hard..."

He pressed the mushroom head of his dick against her pliant lips, sliding it up and down, teasing her for a moment and brushing over her clit. She sucked in her breath and hissed, her fingers stroking along his length as he toyed with her. Then she groaned loudly as he pushed his hips forward and slid deep inside with one solid push. Her inner walls gave way around his iron-hard shaft but squeezed him tightly. She felt great around him, as tight or tighter than any other girl he'd ever fucked.

"Yesssssssss," she hissed, her hand pulling him down to lean over her while one leg slung over his back and hooked itself there. "Mmmm, that's a solid cock you have there, Mark. Now fuck me stupid..."

He leaned forward and put his hands on either side of her body while keeping his weight suspended above her rather than pressed down. He looked into her eyes and began to push back and forth, moving his cock in and out of her. Becky bit her lip as she looked up at him, her fingernails digging slightly into his waist. She clenched her pussy around him as he pushed in and relaxed as he pulled back.

"Ohhhhh, God, I've missed the real thing..." she moaned, her head falling back as she let the feelings of pleasure flow over her.

"Yeah, speaking of," Mark said, remembering this important point. "I'm not using a condom here, so I'll need to pull-"

"No you don't," she panted as she thrust her hips against him. "You've got a fucking time machine, Mark. Think about it! Was I pregnant when the semester ended?"

He thought about that as he kept thrusting into her, having a hard time concentrating on anything other than how tight and wet her pussy felt around him. "N-no, I don't think so..."

"Then cum in me!" she gasped. "I'm already better at this time stuff than you are! Now fuck me harder if you want that grade!"