School Appropriate Story

Disclaimer: Student/Teacher

I do not own Stouffers, KoRn, Bowie, and I reference Family Guy.

Thank you for the reviews.

The focus changes a bit, between who is thinking. Sorry if that is confusing.




The quiz was easy. Mr. Davis graded it right before her, and Kristina got a 100%. Well, actually, she missed a question, but got an extra credit question correct, so it evened out.

“You don’t need any of your crap, do you?” He asked as they walked to his car.

“It’s all in my backpack, if that’s what you mean.”

“Alright. I’m going to pretend to drop you off, and then you are going to duck your head until we get to my house.”

“Paranoid, aren’t you?”

“No, just- Yeah, I am, but I have a right.” He said as he opened her door.

“Ooohh, how chivalrous.” She said as she got in the car.

“Bite me.” He retorted when he shut the door.

With pleasure, she thought. On the way from Kristina’s house to Mr. Davis’s, they had a conversation that was must have looked odd to other people driving their cars, because they saw a man laughing and smiling at nothing.

Mr. Davis soon began to remark on some the odd looks people were giving him.

“They think I’m insane.”

“Well, you are.”

“You know you’re going to be grading papers. That was the reason I had you come out. And I am going to get drunk and watch “The Man Show”.” He joked.

“You watch Comedy Central. That surprises me. I’d expect the History Channel.” She answered, genuinely surprised.

“That’s because I’ve seen all there is to see on the History Channel.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Okay, we are almost here.” He opened the garage door with a remote, and the car slid in his crowded garage barely. Then he shut the door.

“I hope you know I had to clean out this space just for this weekend.”

“Ah… I feel special. There’s no room to open the door.” She remarked, after trying to open the door, but in vain because a box filled with heavy volumes blocked the path of the door.

“I’ll take your backpack inside, and you can crawl out my side.”

She did this, and he carried his bag and her backpack into the house as she crawled over gears, and into his dusty garage.

This is where I am going to learn the essentials of life, she thought before opening crossing the threshold of where the house and the garage joined.

“I know you think suits are sexy and everything, but I really don’t care to wear my suit for more than I have to.” He called from the other room. He had set down the bag next to the door, just past the laundry machine. “After that, I’ll give you a quick tour of the house.”

Kristina followed the sound of his voice. The door to his room was half opened and she peered into it, watching him undress as best as she could. He quickly tore off his jacket, looking significantly smaller after it was removed, and began unbuttoning his shirt. This revealed some definition on the torso before the muscles were hidden by a loose black shirt.

He then undid the belt on his pants. He threw it aside, not knowing that he was being watched by the eager youth. He slid out of his pants without even touching the fly, and reached for a pair of khaki cargo shorts.

Kristina, despite how much she wanted to stay and watch, she thought that Mr. Davis would be disturbed if he ever knew that she had watched him, so she reluctantly returned to the designated area by the laundry room.

He appeared a few seconds later. From her better position, she could tell he was wearing a faded black T-shirt, and cargo shorts, which revealed thin legs, but with well defined calves. “Normally, I just walk around in boxers, but since you’re company…” He smiled and enclosed her in his arms. He drew back after giving her a brief kiss.

She was in a good mood as he showed her his bedroom, which was clean, well, cleaner than she expected, and the other rooms of the house.

“Are you sure you’re a bachelor?” She asked as he showed her a well-stocked and organized kitchen.

“That’s a compliment, right?” He asked uncertainly, but opened the freezer door, and showed her a large amount of frozen dinners. “Do you like Stouffers? You better, because that’s all I have that you won’t have to make yourself.”

“Well… Bachelors are supposed to be messy and can’t cook. At least you fit half of the stereotype.”

“I can cook, but I teach so I don’t have time.” He returned defensively.

“So… what am I learning this weekend?” She asked assertively.

“Anything you want to learn, as long as I can teach it. Or I know how to do it or explain it.” He answered. “But not now, I didn’t eat lunch because I was cleaning the extra bedroom in case you wanted to sleep there. I’m hungry.”

He tore a corn soufflé out of its Stouffer’s red package and inserted it into the microwave.

“Shouldn’t you eat something a little less… side dishy? And what makes you think I’d want to sleep in the extra bedroom?”

“Unfamiliar environment, I just thought you might be more comfortable sleeping in your own bed. Or separate bed.”

“Do you seriously walk around in your boxers?” Seemingly unfazed by the logical explanation.

“Yeah. I typed up a contract, you know, almost exactly like the one in the story you wrote. I would like you to sign it.” He pulled out a piece of paper from a kitchen drawer.

"That was convienent." Kristina read through the document rather quickly. Then she signed and dated the bottom, where it was typed to.

“Alright. When do we begin?” She asked, then grabbing his hand to press her soft lips to his skin and slowly letting her tongue caress the crevice between two of his fingers.

“Still, not until after I eat. Well… what do you want to learn first?” He finally asked, a bit resigned.

“Fellatio.”

“Oh… you can do that while I eat.” He responded as the microwave announced its contents ready to eat. He took off his cargo pants, revealing black silk boxers.

“You know I love you right now, right?” She approved of black silk boxers, as she got on her knees and he leaned against the counter while taking a bite out of his soufflé.

“Whatever. Just suck my dick. And watch the teeth.”

Corn soufflé and head, combined. He was in heaven.

She tentatively touched the soft material that separated her from what she wanted. She could feel his defined quadriceps, and could see part of them. He wasn’t built, but he had muscles. He wasn’t much erect, yet. She hadn’t done anything that was too erotic. She stroked his member softly, and with the other hand, blindly groped for his testicles.

He stopped eating for a moment. He maneuvered his semi-erect penis out of the folds of his boxer. “You seemed to be having trouble with that.” He muttered, and then returned to eating.

Her face became flushed. She wrapped her hand around his penis gently, the other roamed the areas still covered by his boxers. Kristina covered her teeth, remembering what he had said not long ago, and what her gay friend had taught her in eighth grade, and covered the head of the penis with her mouth.

Mr. Davis groaned slightly at how warm her mouth was.

He was harder now. She had found his balls and was fondling them softly. She inserted more of him into her mouth while she moved her hand up and down, barely making contact with the skin. After a moment or two, she removed him from his mouth and licked the tip, trying to be seductive. It was pretty decent visual stimuli.

She inserted him into her mouth again as far in as she could. She was trying to deep throat him. She tilted her head so he slid into her throat. She could hear him moan with pleasure. She tried to lick his balls with her tongue. After a few seconds of deep throating with her tongue stimulating his balls, he came.

She was surprised as the liquid spurted down her throat and quickly extricated him from her.

“Not bad,” he said and handed her a paper napkin. “Just in case you need it.”

“You mean it wasn’t the best you’ve ever received?” She asked while wiping her mouth.

“The deep throating was quite nice. Where’d you learn that?” He asked, finishing the last bite of his corn soufflé.

“My gay friend told me to do that a while ago. He also suggested that I practice on him.” She admitted, somewhat ashamed.

“He’s not gay.” He retorted.

She smiled at this. “What do we do now?”

“I brush my teeth. You can make yourself comfortable. You remember where the room was? If you want to listen to music, there’s a CD player there.” He walked toward the bathroom and closed the door.

Kristina thought that the idea of listening to music wasn’t a poor one, and since she had brought her own music it might be alright to switch CDs, and changed the “Best of Bowie” to “Best of KoRn.” She thought that Mr. Davis would find the track “A.D.I.D.A.S." either humorous or true, and so she was listening to it when Mr. Davis returned.

“Ahh… KoRn. I used to listen to them, and then, I never did again. Except for when they play those sell-outs on the radio. Which is a lot. So, I love KoRn. Where’s my Bowie CD?”

“What do we do now?” She asked as she held up the Bowie CD and Mr. Davis took it from her gently.

“I’m going to return the favor you gave me about 5 minutes ago, if you’re comfortable.”

“Yeah!” She was excited at this thought. She thought of her secret regions being explored by his tongue.

“Good. Take off your pants, then. I’m actually surprised you kept them on this long.” She began to unbutton her pants, but then Mr. Davis held up a hand signaling her to stop. “I had an idea.” He crossed the room to stand directly in front of her.

“And that idea would be…?” Perhaps she would have continued her thought, but her mouth was covered by his, and she felt one of his long arms pull her gently closer to him; the other was stroking the area around her navel.

Mr. Davis felt Kristina smile. Good, she’s enjoying this.

The hand around the naval was doing more than stroking though, it was skillfully searching for the zipper of her pants (they were already unbuttoned) and slowly reached the inside of the jeans and felt the soft material of her panties. He slowly loosened the jeans until they slid off her ass and hips nearly unnoticed because she was too enticed by his touch to care what articles of clothing were being removed. His hand that supported her back, the one that had pulled him closer to him, had slowly slipped under the cotton T-shirt, and had unhooked her bra effortlessly, probably honed by many years of practice.

She pushed him away softly.

He stood, saying and doing nothing.

“You’re good. I want to save you some time though.” She pulled off her T-shirt and moved the bra straps so that it fell off, and she stepped out of her pants.

“But I wanted to show off…”

“Too bad,” She pulled down the collar of his shirt aggressively and thrust her tongue into his mouth. His hands trailed down the bare skin of her back, until they hit the line of her panties. He began the same soft caresses and kisses of distraction he used to take off her pants.

Kristina grabbed his hands suddenly. “No, not with your hands.”

Mr. Davis smirked. He got down to his knees. I’m really tall, was the only thought on his mind as he bent over to lick/pull the panties on her hip.

Kristina could feel Mr. Davis inadvertently resting his head on her hip, and the occasional licks she received made for pleasant shocks with a warm tongue. The warmth would disappear the moment it appeared though, and she longed for it again in every area that was touched by it.

She was slightly pissed at herself for allowing such torture, and yet, so pleased, because the anticipation in itself seemed rewarding.

He pulled the panties down to her knees, and asked, “I don’t have to go farther, do I?”

She slid them down to the ground, and then stepped out of them as she had the pants. Since Mr. Davis was still on his knees, she stroked his hair. “You’re an excellent student.” He muttered into her pubic hair.

“Ah… you’re a better teacher.” She said, continuing to stroke his hair gently.

“Well, lie down at the edge of the bed with your legs spread.” She promptly did as she was told. She desperately wanted to begin this part of the lesson.

Walking over to her on his knees, he spread her legs a bit farther apart. She was wet, and the inner folds glistened even in the semi-darkness of his room.

“Kristina, I need you to listen carefully. I want you to be fully comfortable doing this, so if feel uncomfortable, you need to tell me. In bondage and role-playing, they have a safety word in case one person feels uncomfortable and needs to escape. Shall we have one?”

“Banana.”

“Banana.” He repeated.

Then he began.