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Filename: teacher4.txt
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story_codes: M/g(11), cons

story_intro: When Brian's next dream involving his students takes disturbing turn, he his haunted by his night time visions. Then a chance discovery about a troubled student puts him on the path where temptation can be touched but if it all goes wrong, there will be no escape by awakening.


story_language: English




Teacher's Crush, Story 4

Written by madvlad


	The trio of eleven year old blondes huddled at their seats near the teacher's desk.

	"So I can just, like, roll my panties down until it's at my slit and just stop," Taylor whispered.

	"I'm gonna do that with my ass," Marcie added. "That guy, GoldMine1072, really likes my ass. Maybe I'll show him some of my butt crack, too. It's not like it's my cunny."

	"I'm gonna take off my bra," Kayla announced in a low tone, trumping the other girls.

	"You're gonna show?" Taylor asked in a gasp.

	"No, I'll take it off when I'm not in front of the camera, then come back with my hands over my tits. I'll even spread my fingers a little, but that's all."

	Excited titters followed.

	At his desk, Brian heard it all despite the low volume. The Buffies were slowly getting bolder in their webcam strip tease shows, but had they known about their starring roles in his dreams, they'd have been screaming.

	And possibly wanting to do it for real, Brian thought with a wry grin. Two nights ago in yet another fearsome wet dream, he had run his prick down Taylor's throat and filled her tummy with cum before doing the same between Marcie's legs. To top it off, he had Kayla bouncing on his cock while Marcie and Taylor were sucking on her barely A-cup titties.

	In the last week, his very realistic dreams had him laying the meat to gorgeously fat Aimee. Next on the nocturnal menu was Aimee's best friend and body-opposite, the athletic Lacy. A few nights later came the aforementioned trio that once again had his bed sheets in the laundry as he left for work.

	Although it wasn't something he could schedule, Brian felt he might be due for another such dream tonight. Would it be a repeat underage lover or someone new? He quickly scanned the classroom, pausing briefly on Jaina in the corner. As usual, she had been writing in a notebook but was gnawing on her pen right now. That had been a recent development over the last few days, as if she was struggling with whatever she was writing.

	Of course, she had a lot of struggles in her life. Brian felt bad for the kid but the opinion among the staff was that she was a troubled child from a troubled home. She had an older sister by about four years and a younger one still in elementary school. There had been a nasty divorce and while no one knew much about the father, the mother they lived with was bad news.

	That accounted for the oversized shirts Jaina always wore - Brian figured they were hand-me-downs. Already a short, small-framed girl, the shirts made her look like a ragamuffin. Her appearance and her nearly pathological inability to speak in complete sentences made her a target of derision, especially with the Buffies. At least Aimee and Lacy, bless them, tried to be friendly to her; usually getting a startled look or a mumbled reply before Jaina hurried away to a far corner of the room.

	The home life also explained why Jaina was always in Brian's Extended Period class. Most of the students were waiting for parents to pick them up after school hours but Jaina was in walking distance. But here with the Buffy triplets must have been better than home with her mom.

	Brian had caught her staring at him a few times but she would blush and look down at her writing again when he made eye contact. Did she have a crush on him, too? Poor kid - a hopeless case. Brian felt a little guilty about ignoring her but even the school counselor had said the girl would not open up to her.

	Moving his gaze over to Camilla, Brian thought she'd make a good dream candidate. Although not as overt in her behavior to him as Aimee (or as lewd in private conversation as the Buffies), Camilla was a pleasant girl who treated him to a warm smile every time she entered the classroom or came to him for help with her English composition. He wondered if the redhead would be a wildcat in his dreams. Hopefully, he'd know soon.

	"Mr. Chester? I need help with my writing."

	Brian looked up from his desk, ready to give Camilla all the help she could ever want. But the girl was sitting at her desk, staring down at the empty surface. So were others near her. Looking about, he saw Aimee and Lacy (who was usually outside with some athletic practice) doing the same thing. Even the Buffies were silent, looking down at their desks.

	"Mr. Chester? I need help. Please, could you help me?"

	It was coming from the corner. Brian looked over to see Jaina looking at him. Her eyes were sunken and her skin was sallow. It had been her voice, but the words had been clear with no stumbling. Brian tried to answer her, but could not manage to open his mouth.

	"Mr. Chester, it hurts when I write. I can't do it."

	It was Jaina's voice, but her mouth had never moved as she stared at him. Her lips were bluish and her face was a little gray. Was she ill?

	"Mr. Chester, it really hurts right here."

	Jaina raised her arms toward him, letting the bulky sleeves fall back. On the inside of each wrist was a jagged wound. There were stains on the raw edges of the openings but he could see inside them and knew there was no more blood left to escape. Jaina's dark eyes were dulling in her corpse-like face as her voice sounded again from her immobile mouth.

	"See, Mr. Chester? All the ink is gone. I've run out. It hurts like this."

	Brian bolted upright in bed, finally able to open his mouth and he sucked in the night air like a starving man. The clock read 2:16 but he was in no condition to go back to sleep. Around him, the sheets were damp - this time with his sweat.

	If the Buffies were talking about their next sex show, Brian wasn't listening. Like earlier in the day, he couldn't keep his focus from Jaina when she was in one of his morning math classes. Now she was in her usual corner in E.P., chewing on her pen in frustration more than writing.

	Brian was only dimly aware of the E.P. bell ringing and it really registered as the kids got up from their desks. Lacy had returned from whatever athletic work she had been doing and he hadn't known it. Now as she left with Aimee, he couldn't help but to admire those firm little ass cheeks shifting beneath her spandex biking shorts as she walked. He might have been distracted by his dream, but he sure as hell wasn't dead.

	With a start, he realized that Jaina was still in the room. He sat in utter stillness, his heart thudding in his chest as he waited for her disembodied voice to haunt him. Then he shook his head - this was no dream; the girl was just off in her own world again.

	Quietly, he walked over to her, noticing she had a green notebook this time, apparently just starting it. The shirt sleeve on her left arm was bunched back and he couldn't help checking her wrist for blade damage. But the skin was utterly unblemished and he let out a loud exhalation of relief.

	Jaina jerked in her chair when she heard him.

	"Uh....uh...," she started, slamming the notebook shut.

	"E.P. is over," Brian said calmly, forcing a smile on his face. "Time to go."

	"S-sorry," she said as she scrambled to stuff her notebook into her knapsack. In her flustered efforts, more items spilled from the bag and she was nearly in tears as she scooped them up.

	"Here, let me help you," Brian offered.

	"Nnn...nnn..." she muttered as she shook her head violently.

	At last, she stood up and backed away from him - right into a desk that she knocked over. She made an exclamation of dismay but Brian quickly righted the desk.

	"It's alright," he said. "No harm done."

	But Jaina was already racing from the room and managed to bounce off the edge of the doorframe before she careened down the hall.

	"Shit," he muttered. "Who's scared of who, now?"

	When he turned to straighten the other desks, he noticed Jaina's purple notebook under her chair. She must have missed it when she was retrieving her other items. He knew she would be long gone so he tucked the book in his own bag. Maybe it would give him a clue for...what? He didn't know but he didn't want her in his dreams anymore.

	Brian was grading papers at his kitchen table, always amazed at the things sixth graders could do to fractions when attempting to multiply them. Every so often, his gaze would fall onto the tattered purple cover of the notebook which seemed to stare at him accusingly like Jaina's dying eyes had done in his nightmare.

	When the last paper was graded, he pulled a beer from the refrigerator. As a rule, he never drank alcohol even when reviewing schoolwork at home. He viewed it as an extension of being in the school. Although there were days when the computational massacres carried out by his students practically demanded that he go on a bender.

	He slapped a hand over the notebook and pulled it toward him, hearing the whispery contact as it slid his way. Cracking open the beer, he opened the cover and began to read.

	An hour later, his beer sat only half-drained and at nearly room temperature. If he hadn't seen Jaina writing in this book, he never would have believed this was her work. Whatever limitations she had in speech were more than overmatched by her skill in the written form. She was a prodigy, or damned near one. Not just talented for her age, but flat out incredible.

	Sure, maturation and experience would refine her work, but still Jaina could weave out a setting or character with some detail and empathy. His only disappointment was that her stories only lasted two or three pages. They were really just scenes and passages but she was capturing those disjointed pieces of tales wonderfully.

	He considered showing this to Mandy, the school counselor, but he couldn't help feeling it would be a betrayal or invasion of Jaina's privacy. Still, this was the sort of thing that could give the kid a badly needed dose of self-esteem.

	Nearing the end of the book, she finally had a story that was running longer. It was about a girl her age who was in love. She described the lightness and giddiness of a first love, how everything seemed so bright and ethereal.

	How cute.

	A few pages later, Brian discovered that the object of the heroine's love was a teacher in his mid-twenties who was all too familiar to him.

	Oh shit.

	Yeah, there was no way in hell that he was going to show this to Mandy. For both Jaina's sake and his own.

	Then the last few pages were a mess, with more lines furiously scribbled over than left alone. Jaina was describing other aspects of the girl's love and its effect on her. There was little doubt of Jaina's erotic intent although her own experience was obviously in short supply as a resource.

	There was the "tightening of skin in places on her chest" and "a lumpy itch between her legs". Despite the faltering prose, he found himself drawn to those passages, the immature attempts at sensuality taking on a lurid, arousing caste as he read them in a young girl's handwriting.

	Aware of the lump between his own legs, he finally moved on. The last page contained attempts at describing the first kiss between teacher and student. "The contact of their lips was like..."

	The rest was a series of hopeless black ink swirls that obliterated any words she had set down. No wonder she had been chewing on her pen so much. He set the notebook down, regretting he had ever opened it but unable to deny the prurient interest it had sparked in him.

	But whatever his dreams were that night, he was not visited by any students in them.

	The next day, Brian hadn't been at his desk for very long before Jaina hurried in. The home room bell wouldn't sound for another fifteen minutes and kids were taking the opportunity to mill about in the halls and socialize before the drudgery of their education commenced.

	The girl was red-faced and practically sputtering as she looked over at her usual corner. Showing no sign of the written elegance from her notebook, she tried to speak to Brian.

	"Mr. Chester....uh...my...note...it was..."

	"Oh, that purple notebook," Brian said with a feigned, nonchalant grin as he opened a desk drawer. "I found it right after you left but you were too far gone. You're really fast you know - I bet you could leave Lacy eating your dust in a foot race."

	The joke sailed right past the girl as her gaze locked onto her notebook in someone else's hand. When Brian held it out to her, she snatched it away quickly, managing an awkward thanks before she raced from the room. She was barely outside when Brian heard the sound of a collision between Jaina and another student. From the sound of the shrieks, she must have run into one of the Buffies.

	This time, Brian's smile was genuine. Some blonde might have gotten her hair mussed. Good for Jaina.

	During math class and E.P. that day, Brian never gave any hint to Jaina that he knew of the contents in her notebook. When the E.P. dismissal bell rang, she was once again lost in her written words, chewing the pen as the other students left unnoticed. The classroom doors were self-closing, only remaining open between periods with a doorstop. As the door closed, Brian heard the latch click in eerily precise detail. It was if a part of him was shut away. Or perhaps it was the locking of a jail cell.

	The room was deathly quiet when Brian, fearing to leave his desk, remained seated as he cleared his throat. Jaina looked up but with no one in near proximity, she merely blushed and gathered her things. As she was walking past his desk, Brian finally decided to acknowledge her skills and stopped her and had her stand next to his chair.

	"Your writing is amazing," he stated simply.

	The girl froze, her face paling.

	"You...read..." she asked in a tiny, squeaky voice.

	"Yup."

	"Everything?"

	The squeak had risen in panicked pitch.

	"Yes, you did a goo-"

	"It was horrible!" she blurted, forgoing her own verbal shyness for a moment before it returned. "I don't know how to...um...about...kissing...stuff..."

	"Well, writers often have to do research on their subjects," he joked as he reached up and patted her shoulder. "When you meet the right boy, it will all become clearer."

	Jaina flinched at the first tap but didn't after that. Like the one time before, Brian felt no bra strap. Obviously, he wouldn't ask her about her lack of development but he through she ought to get a training bra so she could at least wear one. He recalled rumors of girls when he was her age who wore the garments just for show.

	As they stayed there in silence, Brian felt his ears burn. He shouldn't have mentioned a boyfriend to her. That would be one more impossible burden on her. Suddenly, Jaina ducked down and briefly touched her lips to his.

	Then she stood up, appearing as shocked by her deed as he was.

	"Uh...research," she squeaked.

	It had been a simple, careless kiss - that of a child. What did that song call it? Butterfly kisses. So why was it burning on Brian's lips making his blood pump furiously?

	Glancing at the shut door, he snaked an arm out drew Jain closer to him, guiding her head toward him with his hand.

	"It's a little more like this," he whispered and kissed her on the mouth.

	He held her there, moving his lips slightly. When she finally did the same, he slipped his tongue between her lips, exploring just long enough until he found the tip of the girl's tongue. With one spark of contact, he withdrew and released her.

	"For research," he managed to say.

	Jaina's face was flushed and her eyes shone brightly.

	"Thank you," she breathed and walked quickly - but not in her panic from the day before - from the classroom.

	Brian sat alone for close to an hour wondering just what the hell he had done.

	The night had no dreams he could remember and the next day stretched on inexorably. In math class, Jaina was her usual quiet self in the back, huddled in a white blouse at least two sizes larger than her. The E.P. that afternoon found her still in her familiar place although writing more easily in her notebook.

	When the bell rang, Brian kept his head down, staring intently at some papers but not seeing a thing. When the door finally closed, he waited for a few dozen thundering heartbeats later before raising his head to take in the safe, empty room.

	But Jaina was standing silently by his desk, looking nervous and hopeful.

	"Mr. Chester...um...could we...uh...more...you know...research?"

	What could have been the worst pick-up line ever uttered sounded so fiercely erotic to him. Brian stood up and paced toward the door. He had to just leave. Better not to say anything to her - just leave. If she ever said anything to anyone else, well, would they even listen? Could she even say anything? She was a troubled kid and his record was clean.

	Beyond the door was escape. He reached for the knob with his hands but his numb fingers found the lock above it instead, turning it easily. The metal on metal rasp ended with a thudding click. Like yesterday, it echoed in his head but sounding ever more like a prison door.

	Brian knew he was walking as he returned to his chair, but he never felt his feet touching the floor. Jaina stood watching him, so alone and vulnerable and...trusting. Sitting in his chair, he drew her next to him. She smelled faintly of generic soap, yet knowing the aroma was coming from her skin increased his need.

	He pulled the girl onto his lap and she didn't resist. Her skirt, properly sized for her short and slight figure, bunched up, displaying her bare thighs. They were slender and smooth - not has toned as Lacy's or tanned as the Buffy Triplets'. But they were right here for him to know. He pressed one hand against the side of her upper thigh on the skirt but allowed his pinky finger to stray onto the youngster's white skin.

	Then he kissed her. Jaina's lips parted to accept him and her tongue remained still as he slathered it with his own. Eventually, she timidly pushed forward, meeting his tongue with a bit of her own probing.

	Brian's other hand found the top button of the girl's blouse. Her breathing quickened but she remained otherwise still as he unbuttoned and opened her top. Using two fingers, he traced a vertical line from the base of her neck down the middle of her torso, crossing the taught center of his chest down to the flatness of her tummy.

	He brought his hand up, moving it to the side to see if he could find a nipple there amid the undeveloped surface. What he found was a softly blooming pad of flesh, barely growing from the girl's chest, but circular and wide around the stiffening nipple his finger caught. Interrupting the kiss, he stared inside her open shirt with Jaina's gaze following his. The areas of slight plumpness weren't pouty like some girls as they developed. They were just raised surfaces that would likely appear completely flat if she were to lie back.

	Jaina was certainly ready for a training bra. And her naked chest was so sexy as it appeared with her blouse opened. He caressed the other tiny breast, squeezing it slightly and making her breath catch.

	"What have you been hiding here?" he murmured. "If you had a bra, the Buff...the other girls wouldn't pick on you as much."

	"I c-can't ask Mom. She...she...gets mad. A lot."

	"Is this your big sister's shirt?"

	Jaina nodded.

	"And she doesn't mind you wearing her clothes?"

	Jaina shook her head, cuddling against him like a little girl as her budding flesh was caressed. The close contact relaxed her, making it easier to speak.

	"Bev only wears black. She's...um...goth. She likes to be tough. Mom hates it."

	"How old is she?"

	"Fifteen."

	"Does she have clothes she's outgrown? Maybe you could ask her. You know, for her first bras. I'll bet she'd like to help her little sister, right?"

	"I guess."

	"And you have a little sister, too, right?"

	"Uh huh. Mara's eight."

	"Well, when Mara's your age, she'll need a big sister to help her, too."

	"Mmm..."

	That sounded like a positive response. But Jaina's other concern was to find his mouth again. This time, her tongue met his where there lips were joined. She leaned against the hand on her chest, wanting him to touch here there with less delicacy.

	Brian's other hand had moved off of her skirt and onto her leg. He was stroking her, moving further up and underneath her skirt. He easily parted her thighs and slid up until his fingertips grazed the cotton protecting her crotch. Jaina's breath hitched but she again did not resist as he pressed more firmly against her thinly encased mound.

	He could feel the pliant flesh beneath his fingers and found the furrow where her labia met. While kneading the girl's sex, he dug in at the middle, pushing some of the material into her slit. Suddenly, Jaina pulled her head back.

	"My...um...I think I'm getting...sweaty...in there."

	"You're getting wet."

	"Unnnh," she mumbled worriedly.

	"It's all right. It's just your body getting ready."

	"Ready...for what?"

	It was a simple question. One asked with her eyes gazing into his with innocent curiosity. Brian knew he was doomed to go down a path he no longer feared.

	"For everything," he whispered.

	He tugged at her blouse and Jaina dropped her arms so it could be removed. When he tried to find the fastenings for her skirt, though, he had trouble. Despite the erotic position he found himself in, he felt like an inexperienced schoolboy. Jaina saved him, unbuttoning and unzipping so her skirt was loose at the waist. Brian took over, sending it to the floor. He slipped her plain white panties down enough for him to pull one of her legs through. The underwear hung from her other calf, looking more arousing than modest in that condition.

	The girl's mons was hairless, brushed with a light sheen of sweat. She trembled as her teacher touched her there, his fingers cupping her and fondling the tender flesh of her sex. A finger eased into her slit, teasing the nubbin of her clitoris and stunning her with her own body's reaction. The finger found her entrance and the tip wriggled past, pushing at the membrane there. Fluid oozed through, signaling the contrasting readiness of her immature cunny.

	Jaina felt it hard to breathe with the heavy constriction in her chest. She had regarded herself in the mirror plenty of times with mounting dismay, but now she found her nudity exciting, especially with a man's hands doing things to her prepubescent form. The melting heat in her loins joined with the heaviness in her chest in creating something gloriously dizzying in her entire being.

	Electricity exploded in her sex, radiating out and seemingly setting alight her nipples and lips. Her voice escaped her throat in a raw and primal form; her body shaking as she experienced her first climax. Another mystery was unveiled and the girl wilted against her lover.

	Mr. Chester pushed down his pants and Jaina's eyes locked onto the man's erection as it slid against her moist slit. She understood the basic mechanics of procreation and where a man put his penis, but her heart pounded as she saw his glans spreading her bald, dewy lips to go inside.

	She leaned back against him and could feel his head tilting over her shoulder as they both watched the joining commence. On the first attempt, she sucked in a breath, only to exhale immediately as the head slipped out. When he made the second try, she felt the end of his penis take purchase inside her vulva, pushing against her as she barely expanded open. There was more resistance inside before he pushed her down hard.

	Something tore and she would have screamed aloud if not for the hand that suddenly pressed against her mouth. Jaina flailed briefly until she realized it didn't hurt anymore. The shock of it happening had been worse. When she stopped moving, he pushed her down slowly. She felt her channel stretching around the hardness penetrating her. Recalling various bits of information and instruction, the eleven year-old understood she was no longer a virgin.

	Any concerns she might have had about her lost virtue dissipated as her teacher moved her up and down on her member. She noticed the streaks of blood along his shaft as she rode him, her pussy squelching with every stroke but it was what she felt that made her light-headed.

	"You're...inside me," she gasped. "You're moving all over inside me."

	Brian did not answer as he kept maneuvering his student along his prick. She was still more child than woman and simply watching his organ plumbing the virgin tubing inside the widely spread labia of her hairless pussy was intoxicating. The liquid friction of her preteen channel as he stroked inside its clutching length was beyond what he had been dreaming.

	He couldn't last very long and within minutes was sending his semen thundering into her fresh young body. Jaina mumbled in a high-pitched tone as she experienced her first insemination.

	They sat together in stillness, neither willing to break the mood with a word. When Brian finally started to lift her from him, she murmured a quiet complaint, unwilling to be separated. Her reaction made him stiffen inside her and they both understood.

	"Can I...can I hug you when...?" she asked.

	Pulling her up until only his head was inside of her, Brian rotated her until she faced him. Her arms went around his neck and she groaned lazily as she was pushed down onto him again.

	Brian slid his hands beneath her silky buttocks, pausing a moment to play with the small, fleshy orbs. Jaina wriggled a little playfully at his touches but this made him fully engorged and they got to it.

	The copulation this time was slow and measured. Jaina kept her hands locked around his neck, her head resting in the hollow of his throat and her warm breath moistly tickled him as it passed between the buttons of his still-fastened shirt. She would have preferred full skin-on-skin contact but the way her tiny nipples sparked as they rubbed against the fabric made her feel luxuriously naughty. (Not to mention the girth of the man's prick as it continued to churn her heated sex.)

	Brian could feel the hard points of Jaina's dainty nipples as they rubbed at him through his shirt. She was quite an erotic little kitten, the muscles of her cunny learning how to knead at his cock as he plunged in and out of her. She worked her body a bit, undulating with her hips while he stroked through the slippery, prepubescent tunnel.

	He gripped her firm young ass, driving her harder as they both began to pant. Jaina was pressing her pelvic bone against him, acting by instinct as her orgasm approached. Her body shook as she reached her breaking point and Brian followed seconds later. While she clutched at him, he saturated the eleven year-old's still-developing organs with his seed. She took it all in, pressing against him so hard as if to melt against him.

	"We have to go," he whispered as he eased her from him. Jaina nodded her acquiescence but moaned as his semen leaked from her. She clutched her mound with her hand, unwilling to lose the gift he had given her. Finally giving way to reality, she removed her hand allowed him to clean her with paper towels from a desk drawer. It seemed a rather impersonal way to finish something so intimate.

	They got dressed quietly, only acknowledging what they had done when she threw herself against him and hugged him hard; the top of her head only reaching mid-chest. Although she looked as if she might say something, she left without a word - just pausing at the door to give him a glorious smile he would have thought her incapable of two days before.

	"I don't get it," Taylor whined the next morning in math before the period bell rang

	Usually, the Buffies were among the last in, preferring to gossip in the hallway until the last second.

	"It's, like so not like her," Kayla added.

	"Totally," Marcie agreed.

	"Problems?" Brian asked.

	Normally, he had zero interest in Buffy conversations, but he was wondering if anyone had seen Jaina.

	"It's, like, Jaina," Kayla said.

	"She's, like, different today," Taylor continued, shaking her hands in distress.

	"Wow, like totally," Brian observed.

	"Ye-esss," the trio replied, the sarcasm of his words sailing unimpeded through their ears.

	No sooner had they spoke when Jaina came in. The confidence in her stride showed as she sailed past in black tights and a denim skirt. For a noticeable change, her yellow shirt was her size, not ridiculously tight like the Buffy Triplets sometimes went for, but it was fitted enough to show off the lines of her training bra - courtesy of her big sister.

	But most satisfying was the radiance in the girl's face as she walked by, giving him a smile of unsullied happiness. When she walked to the back to take her seat, Brian couldn't help noticing the heads of a few boys turning to follow her.

	Competition?

	Concealing a grin, he turned to the dry erase board, ready to scramble the boys' attention with a few juicy variable equations.


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