Missing The Pep Rally

Missing the Pep Rally.


Emma Julianne Hunt was what you considered that slightly awkward, shy girl in High School. She had some friends, but not many. She was pretty much liked by everyone, but wasn’t popular. She was nice and kind hearted to everyone, and everyone knew she carried a lot of baggage on her heart. Emma was slightly clumsy and wore frameless glasses, perched on the end of her nose, that she had to constantly push up into their rightful place, and always wore a gray hoodie with her school uniform.

She would never be a size zero Barbie wannabe, and liked it that way. She was thick, but not fat. Her legs were long and slightly muscular from working out, but not overly so. Her stomach was flat but, had a little extra padding. Emma’s hair was cut short, slightly above her shoulders and she colored it a deep mahogany color that accentuated her fair skin and caramel colored eyes. She was real. She was your average, everyday seventeen year old girl. And she loved her curves.

One thing she did not love, were her grades. Emma was not dumb, and she didn’t have a learning disability. She just hated school and never put as much interest and effort into it, as she did her artwork. She was an artist by nature, and was often guilty of doodling in the middle of Algebra or dozing off while she was suppose to be taking notes on the lasting results of Prohibition.

“Miss Hunt.” her teacher cleared his throat, obviously annoyed. “Please see me after school today.”

Damn. Apparently she had spaced out in the middle of History, yet again. She nodded, feeling a slight blush creep over her face when some students chuckled. Her best friend, Ava Lyons nudged her playfully, winking at her. Okay so let’s face it, Emma had the biggest crush on her teacher -she often referred to him as Mr. Sex.

But he was Mr. Shultz. History teacher extraordinaire. Master of the Civil War and World War II, and totally out of Emma’s league. Not only because he was her teacher and she was still technically a minor. Mr. Shultz had a Mrs. Shultz waiting for him at home every day. She was beautiful -Long dark hair and bright blue eyes, with a winning smile. Emma had seen her one day, when she had surprised him for lunch; they had sat on a bench in the courtyard, being all cute and sickening.

As well as teaching History, Mr. Shultz coached the football team. Inside the classroom, he was pretty soft spoken, but demanded attention and respect. On the field, however…he demanded attention and respect, minus the soft-spoken part. Evidently, Coach Shultz was kind of an ass on the field. But they were the best, in their division, so the school let it slide.

He had to be in his mid thirties. His light brown hair was clean cut and professional looking, as well as his goatee. Emma loved his goatee for some reason; before she had laid eyes on Mr. Shultz, she hated facial hair…now she kind of preferred it. And he had the darkest, most intense eyes that she had ever seen; they bore into you like he was trying to read your thoughts or something. Because the were almost black in color, they gave her shivers at night.

“Mr. Shultz.” Emma raised her hand quietly, biting her bottom lip, “There’s a pep rally after school today for the basketball team.”

Emma Hunt had a twin brother, Tyler, who played basketball. It was a big thing for him ever since he could hold a basketball and this was his last year playing on the High School team -he had a couple basketball scholarship offers from colleges as well. Being the ever-dedicated sister Emma was, she always went to every game, pep rally and any other event to support her twin. She had to go to this one, since it was the first this year. Everyone knew that.

Mr. Shultz quirked a brow, “And?” Everyone also knew that Mr. Shultz hated basketball.

Emma sighed heavily and sank down in her chair, obviously pissed and defeated. “Never mind.” she mumbled, taking out a pen and started doodling spirals along the margin of her paper.

The pep rally’s usually lasted about an hour or two, so Emma had a feeling that she would make it back in time anyways, but she was still bummed that she had to be lectured by Mr. Shultz instead of making the beginning of it. Tyler wouldn’t be pissed, but probably a little bummed that she wouldn’t make the beginning. They were really close and told each other practically everything. Except about relationships. Emma usually didn’t tell Tyler about guys simply because he was one of those protective brothers.

The day went by entirely too fast for Emma’s liking. Although Mr. Shultz was quite the eye candy, she hated when people were disappointed in her and cringed at the thought of standing in front of his desk, while he lounged back and criticized her every flaw when it came to classroom etiquette. She was playing out the scene in her head, imagining her feeling like she stood an inch tall and the scum of the earth. Why did she have a crush on him again?

Everyone was piling into the gym, excited about this year’s basketball season, while Emma bit her lip, sighing heavily as she made her way through the halls to her History classroom. She passed dozens upon dozens of lockers and tried to ignore the faint roar of the student body as she got further and further away from where she wanted to be, and more towards Mr. Shultz’s room.

Of course the door was closed, when she got there. Out of habit, she smoothed out her plaid, pleated skirt and adjusted her hoodie and backpack, which was slung over one shoulder. Emma knocked tentatively at the door and waited for a response. When she heard a deep voice call to come in, she obeyed, closing the door behind her and sighed softly.

“Miss Hunt. Please,” Mr. Shultz said softly, “Have a seat.”

Emma nodded, taking a seat in the front row, right in front of her teacher’s desk. She set her backpack on the desk behind her and bit her bottom lip in thought, willing herself not to stare at Mr. Shultz’s muscular arms. His light blue and white pinstripe shirt was still tucked in from earlier today, but the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his tie was loosened slightly, the top button of his shirt undone. Why, oh why did he have to be so delicious?

“Sir, I’m really sorry about spacing out today… I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.” Emma sighed softly, hoping that he was buying it.

Mr. Shultz nodded, “You know, it amazes me that you have no interest at all in history, but when we dip into anything that has to do with some kind of art, poetry or music, you re the most attentive, responsive students I have ever seen.” his noted, leaning back against his desk, and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“I like art?” Emma suggested, shrugging her shoulders. God, why did he have to be so damn sexy when he was scolding her?

Mr. Shultz cleared his throat, pulling a piece of paper off the top of his desk and handed it to Emma. It was their last test. Emma got a ‘C’ on it. She sighed softly, looking down at the test and bit her lip. “If you put half as much effort into your studies-”

“I know.” Emma groaned, sinking down in her chair slightly. “I know. I just…History doesn’t interest me…at all.”

“Do you know who invented the first circular diagram of colors?” Mr. Shultz asked, a smirk plastering his face.

“Uh…Sir Isaac Newton.” Emma replied softly, shifting in her seat, trying to ignore the feeling she was getting in the pit of her stomach, she clenched her thighs together, trying to release some tension, but it wasn’t working.

Emma’s teacher nodded, “Whom also invented calculus, and formulated the three laws of motion.”

“Oh.” Emma said softly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. God he was gorgeous. The room was suddenly very hot, making her contemplate taking her hoodie off, but she decided against it, not really wanting to give Mr. Shultz the wrong impression somehow.

Mr. Shultz smiled softly, standing up and reaching out to Emma, holding her chin gently. “You’re a beautiful girl, Emma. Don’t limit yourself.”

Emma’s eyes widened slightly. She quickly stood from her desk and gathered her book bag, “I have to get to the pep rally.” she said quietly, gently pushing past Mr. Shultz.

“Emma, wait.” Mr. Shultz sighed, grasping Emma’s wrist, “I didn’t meant to offend you.”

Emma bit her lip and blushed, “You didn’t…” she said softly. “You didn’t offend me, its just…” she trailed, pushing some hair out of her face.

“Just what?” he asked, stepping closer to her. She could smell his cologne; it invaded her senses and made her heart drop a little. He smelled so good.

She shrugged, “You kind of looked like you meant it.”

Mr. Shultz reached out and took Emma’s backpack off her shoulder, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. His dark eyes were intense to the point where Emma had to look away just to keep composure. She wasn’t Miss Virgin Ice Princess, but this was her married, History teacher in her stuffy snot-faced private school. Emma was sure that they had rules…laws, against this sort of thing.

“I did mean it.” his voice was low and seductive.

“Mr. Shultz…we can’t.” Emma panicked, looking around the classroom.

“Why not?” he asked, playing with the hem of her sweatshirt. “Everyone is at the pep rally. It will be our little secret.”

Emma’s mouth dropped slightly in shock. Was this really happening? Was she dreaming? She had dreams like this before, but in her dreams he had ever been radiating so much blatant sexuality before. “You’re married!” she squeaked, attractively and mentally punched herself for doing so. “And my teacher!”

Mr. Shultz smirked, tugging her gently over to his desk, where he sat her on the edge, and ran his fingers up her bare thighs. “My marriage is a sham.” he said quietly.

Emma drew her brows together, trying desperately to not concentrate on his slightly calloused fingers running up and down her inner thigh. She bit back and moan, and sighed, “You looked so happy together.”

Mr. Shultz shook his head slowly, pushing her pleated skirt up her thighs and bent his head down, brushing his lips against her cheek. Emma shivered. Walt Disney was right: Dreams can come true. “Not so much.” he replied, and Emma knew that it was the end of that particular topic.

“I…” Emma stammered, gasping slightly when Mr. Shultz pushed himself against her, so she felt his erection beneath his pants. “I can’t.” she kept her hands firmly on his desk, willing herself not to touch him in any way, for fear of losing control.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, Emma.” Mr. Shultz chuckled, “I’m not blind. I know lust when I see it.” he gripped her thigh and pushed his erection against her once more, earning a gentle moan from Emma. “I know when a woman is interested in me.”

Emma pushed at his chest and glared up at him, “So, what…you think you’re doing me a favor?” she snapped, “I’ll have you know that there are plenty of guys out there that would jump at the chance-”

“Did I say it was some kind of a favor?” Mr. Shultz challenged, “The boys out there that want you, are just that…boys.” he said softly, “You don’t need a boy, and you know that.” he pulled at Emma’s hoodie, tugging it gently over her head and tossed it behind him, gazing at her curves appreciatively. “You need a man to fulfill your needs.”

His arms wrapped around her waist, drawing her against him once more. Mr. Shultz dipped a hand into the back of her skirt, finding the strap to her thong and tugged at it playfully before palming her rear gently, pushing her against him so he could rock himself against her once more.

“I can’t.” Emma whispered, her hips bucking on their own accord. Stupid hips.

Mr. Shultz sighed gently, bending his head down to capture her earlobe in between his soft lips. He licked and nipped at the shell of her hear, making her shiver, “I want you.” he rasped lustfully against her ear.

That was her undoing.

“Oh god.” Emma whispered, leaning her head back gently. She gasped softly when he pushed her skirt up slowly, his lips attaching themselves to her neck, kissing and licking the flesh there. He cupped her ass, his fingers slightly digging into her and rocked himself against her once more, groaning against her skin.

Mr. Shultz gently pushed Emma onto her back so she was lying on his desk, “You’re shirt is un-tucked, Miss Hunt.” He smirked at her, before unbuttoning her shirt slowly. “That’s at least a referral.”

Emma’s shirt was spread open, revealing her light pink satin bra. She could feel the draft roll across her neither regions and assumed he would have been able to see her matching thong as well. Mr. Shultz cupped her full breasts in his hands and drew his brows together, pressing the milky globes together gently, “Gorgeous.” he mumbled, bending down to lick along the edge of her bra.

“I don’t mean to sound impatient,” Emma groaned, biting her bottom lip, “But I don’t think we have a lot of time.”

Mr. Shultz chuckled, running his fingers down Emma’s sides and down, under her skirt, pulling her panties down her thighs. “True.” he said.

“Wait…” Emma sighed, sitting up. She looked up at her teacher and bit her bottom lip gently, reaching out tentatively to cup his erection through his pants. She slowly massaged him for a few moments, relishing in the groans and grunts she was receiving. “I want to taste.” Emma whispered, her eyes flicking up to look Mr. Shultz in his eyes.

Mr. Shultz’s brows shot up and he opened his mouth a few times to say something. Triumph spread through Emma, as she finally made him speechless. She grinned, sliding off his desk and going to the door, locking it, then looked over her shoulder at her teacher and licked her lips sensually.

Mr. Shultz sat in his desk chair, staring at her intently as Emma kneeled in front of him, putting on her best innocent face, “Can I, sir?” she asked, running her hands up and down his covered thighs.

He groaned, tipping his head back, then chuckled deeply, nodding to Emma. “Wanna earn some extra credit?” he asked.

Emma unbuckled his belt and unzipped his zipper, “That’s hardly good grammar, Mr. Shultz.”

He buried a hand into Emma’s hair and grinned, “I’m hardly an English major.” he shot back, “Now be a good little girl…”

Emma chuckled, but ceased when Mr. Shultz pushed his trousers and boxers down to reveal his aching cock. He was larger than she imagined, and very thick in girth. Emma shivered a little at the thought of it being inside her. “Sir.” she nodded.

Emma took his cock in her hand, looking up into his intense stare as she let a little spit escape from her full lips and drip slowly onto the head of his cock for lubrication. Slowly, she started pumping at his thick cock, every once in a while giving the head a little lick or suck. Mr. Shultz grunted, bucking his hips into her hand, and cursed under his breath.

“Come on,” Mr. Shultz urged, holding Emma by the back of her head and guided her until she took as much as she could into her mouth, “Thata girl.” he praised softly, slowly bucking up, into her mouth, “Yeah…good girl.” he whispered.

Emma moaned around his erection, her jaw slightly aching from how thick he was, but took it nonetheless. The feeling of his cock inside her mouth was, admittedly better than she imagined. He tasted so good and she was getting shivers from his quiet dominance. She held onto his thighs, letting Mr. Shultz guide her movements, which were slow, steady and deep. She almost gagged a couple times, and felt her eyes water slightly because of it, but she didn’t care.

“Take it deep,” Mr. Shultz said quietly, “Yes…good girl.” he moaned when Emma let him push her head down until she swallowed all of his thick cock into her deep throat. She tried to back away, but Mr. Shultz held her firmly in place, “Ah, ah…breath through your nose.” he said softly, bucking gently into her mouth further. She felt his heavy sac rub against her chin.

Looking up at her teacher, Emma groaned around his cock, breathing heavily though her nose. How long was he going to keep his cock so deep inside her mouth for? She gripped his thighs tightly and clenched her thighs together, not believing how turned on she was getting from this. He continued to hold her head in place, his large cock buried in her mouth, bucking slowly and gently. Emma prayed her gag reflex didn’t make an appearance, god forbid.

“Good girl.” Mr. Shultz groaned, pulling his cock out of her mouth, and then pushing back in, but not all the way. He held her hair tightly and continued slowly fucking her mouth, every once in a while pushing all the way in and pulling out when she started to gag a couple times.

Finally, he told her to stand up, and she complied, standing in front of her teacher with nothing but her school skirt on and her bra. Mr. Shultz removed her bra and grinned at her, lifting her skirt up to look at her neatly trimmed and soaking core. He reached out and teased her throbbing clit with his fingers, before instructing her to bend over his desk.

Emma was more than happy to comply. She bent over his wooden desk, purposely pushing her ass up into the air, feeling the cold draft roll across her bare center, making her shiver. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation, feeling her skirt being pushed up around her waist, and Mr. Shultz run his hand over her bare bottom.

“Are you ready to see what a man can give you instead of a boy?” he asked lowly, running the head of his cock up and down her dripping slit.

Emma shivered, reaching out to grip the edge of the desk. “God, yes.” she whispered.

She heard him chuckle and felt the head of his cock slide up and down her slit again, “Beg for it.” he bent down, whispering in her ear.

Emma flushed, a soft moan escaping her lips, “Please.” she said softly, pushing back against him.

Again, the head of his cock slid up and down against her, circling her clit deliciously and Mr. Shultz positioned himself at her entrance. “I think you can do better than that.”

Emma groaned in frustration, “Please take me.” she moaned, gripping at the edge of the desk.

The tip of the head slid into her, just barely. “I can take you a lot of places,” he mused “detention…the cafeteria…”

Emma drew her brows together, biting her lip roughly, “Fuck me. Please, Mr. Shultz, please fuck me.” she begged, breathing heavily.

“Are you…” he hesitated.

“I’m on the pill. Just fuck me, please.” she breathed, getting herself ready for his thick cock, praying he would fit.

Mr. Shultz plunged into her, holding deep inside, letting her adjust to his size. Emma moaned loudly, arching her back. He began to thrust in and out of her tight body slowly, running his hands up and down her back, and then gripped a handful of her hair in one hand, the other holding tight to her hip, driving into her faster. Emma cried out loudly, pressing her face hard against the wooden desk. There would be bruises on her thighs tomorrow from this, she was sure of it.

It was wrong, what they were doing was very wrong. They both knew it. Not only was Mr. Shultz married, but he was just about fifteen years her senior and her History teacher. He was not supposed to lust after seventeen year old students. She was not suppose to be letting him pound into her like he was doing, calling her a good girl and quietly dominating her mind. If Emma’s brother found out…well, she didn’t want to think about what Tyler would do to Mr. Shultz.

“Oh…I’m so close, Mr. Shultz!” Emma groaned, tightening her body around his girth, her body trembling and bucking.

He bent down, slowing his pace, but still driving into her deep, “It’s Kevin.” he grunted against her ear before biting gently down on her shoulder.

Emma shook her head and glanced back at her teacher, “Mr. Shultz, if you don’t mind, sir.” she gasped, letting him flip her over onto her back.

He drove into her forcefully, yet slowly, something Emma had never experienced before. Slow, hard, deep strokes that made her toes curl and goose bumps erupt onto her skin. Mr. Shultz was right; she needed a real man, not a boy to fulfill her needs. He sucked hard at her nipples and rubbed her clit quickly, making her arch her back and cry out more, the sweet feeling in her stomach building up, heat spreading throughout her body. So close.

“I’m going to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours.” Mr. Shultz informed Emma, driving her crazy with his movements. “You’re going to swallow it all up like a good little girl.”

“Yes sir.” Emma moaned, her eyes rolling back as her climax hit her, taking over her body. She cried out as her body shook with aftershocks and she bit harshly at her lip, trying to regain control.

Mr. Shultz grunted loudly, pulling out of her heated body and pulled her to kneel on the ground in front of him, instructing her to open her mouth. Emma opened eagerly, closing her eyes and moaning when his thick, weeping cock slid into her mouth, Mr. Shultz fucking her there and holding her head with vigor. It was so wrong. It was so raw and wrong, that Emma thought twice about it -although it was definitely too late. There was no turning back. What happened, already took place and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Fuck.” Mr. Shultz grunted heavily, his own climax taking over his body and he spilled into Emma’s mouth.

She peered up into his dark eyes as he let go inside her mouth, letting his softening cock slide out of her mouth, and then grinned up at him, some cum slipping down out of the corner of her mouth. He took her face in one hand and quirked a brow when Emma opened her mouth, showing him the puddle of release soaking the inside of her mouth.

“Swallow.” he ordered softly.

Emma nodded, closing her mouth and swallowing it all at once, her eyes slipping shut as she felt it slide down her throat. She opened her mouth again, showing her teacher she had done as he asked.

“Good girl.” Mr. Shultz smiled, pulling his trousers up and zipping them, “You had better get dressed and head over to the rally. You might catch the tail end.” he stifled a yawn, stretching his arms above his head.

Emma bit her bottom lip and nodded, “Yessir.” she whispered, pulling on her clothes.

Just as she reached the door, unlocking it, Mr. Shultz called her name. She looked over her shoulder to him, where he was fully dressed once more, and smiling softly at her, “I think you need private History tutoring after school at least twice a week.”

Emma blushed, a small grin gracing her full lips, “Yessir.”

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