by Pamela Prim
One by one the students left the room until it was just Mike standing there alone with Ms. Ricci. She called him over, leaning back on her desk, her legs crossed at the knee, “How do you think you went today Mike?”
“Ms. Ricci, I…”
“Catherine, please.”
“Catherine, I…” He sighed, “Not great.”
She frowned, not unkindly, “Mike… you’re a good student, and I understand you’re a good quarterback. But this is not going to help you, you need to pass these classes, otherwise you will not get into college!”
“I know!” He grunted in frustration, “Whatever, I need to get to work.” He grabbed his bag and stormed out of the room.
“Mike, wait!” She held out her hand then dropped it sadly when he walked out the door, “Shit.”
***
“Does she think I don’t know that?” He kicked at a rock on the pathway, grumbling to himself, “I’m not failing ‘cause I like to…”
The door to the restaurant opened with a ring, Mike stepping through and took off his coat. A large man came through from the back, sauce stains on his apron, “Mike! You’re late, did something happen?”
He shook his head, “Just got held up at school, nothing major. Sorry I’m late Mr. Atoli.”
The older man shook his head, “Don’t worry about it kid, no one’s come in tonight yet anyway.” He shook his head as Mike put his apron on, “You should be at home studying, not helping out old men with their dishes.”
Mike shook his head, “Can’t afford not to,” He smirked, “unless you’ll pay me to stay home?”
Mr. Atoli laughed, “I’m concerned kid, but even I can’t afford that.”
He smiled sadly, “Yeah, I know the feeling.”
It was 10 at night by the time he finished, waving wearily to Mr. Atoli and stepping out into the night, the cold biting into him. While he walked, he thought about Ms. Ricci’s words, about his grades, about football, about college. “Something’s gonna have to give,” He sighed to himself as he pushed his door open, his room dismally cold and the rest of the house empty, his mother at her night shift, “But what exactly?”
When he sank into bed that night, it was like any other night, wondering exactly how the next day was going to end up.
***
“Hike!” The ball passed backwards into Mike’s hands, and suddenly it was as if the world was in slow motion. He could see everything all at once - Santos making a direct line for the end zone, but two players well on their way to intercept. Garry pushing his way through the defense, but with too many around him to consider it a safe pass. And finally, Red moving along behind the defensive line, but with no one making their way to block him, a perfect opportunity. They made eye contact just as the ball left his hand; sailing through the air and into Red’s outstretched hands. He pivoted on the spot and sprinted for the end zone, the others making their way to block for him. He sailed over, planting the ball into the ground and whooping in victory, Mike slamming into him and lifting him in the air.
“Beautiful catch man!”
Red looked down at him, grinning ear to ear, “Beautiful catch? Fucking beautiful throw, baby!”
The whistle blew and they looked over to the coach, himself wearing a wide grin, “Alright ladies, that was a great play all around. Hopefully we can do the same thing next week against River High. For now, hit the showers.”
Mike trapped Red in a headlock, dragging him towards the locker room. He would have done that the whole way as well if he hadn’t felt the finger on his shoulder. He jumped, looking backwards into Ms. Ricci’s eyes, she smiled softly, “Nice playing out there, do you mind if we talk after you’ve freshened up?”
He stammered, “Uh, I… Yeah, sure.”
“Great!” She smiled, with teeth this time, “I’ll just be waiting in here.” She pushed the door open to the women’s locker room, unused today, and disappeared inside.
He would have continued staring after her if Red hadn’t rubbed his cheek against his and purred, “Oooo, getting a little special treatment from Ms. Ricci, eh?”
He laughed, “Fuck you, asshole. Get off me!” He started shoving Red towards the showers, ignoring his flailing limbs.
“Oh Mike, you’re just too big and strong. How will I ever get over you?”
“Shut up!”
Once he had showered and dried off, he left the locker room, trying to ignore Red’s kissy faces, but finding a smile on his face nonetheless. When he got to the women’s locker room he paused at the door, trying to prepare himself for the inevitable lecture that he was going to get.
“It’s not her fault you’re failing.” He said to himself, “She’s just trying to help out. That’s all.”
Sighing to himself, he pushed the door open. There she was, looking elegant even in a setting as drab as a locker room. Her hair up in a bun, her shirt and skirt completely free of creases, her green eyes sparkling behind her glasses. She looked like she’d stepped right out of a magazine and into a high school. He cleared his throat as he entered, “Hi, Ms. Ricci…”
She smiled, “I keep telling you to call me Catherine.”
“Right, yeah, Catherine. Sorry it’s just… weird calling a teacher that.”
She shook her head, “It’s ok, take a seat.”
He sat down on the bench, she took a seat next to him, “Now, tell me what’s on your mind.”
He looked at her, “On my mind?”
She nodded, “Yes, I’ve already told you what I’ve been thinking. I just realized yesterday that I’ve never actually asked what is going on with you, just lectured you about how you’re failing.” She frowned, “I’m sorry about that.”
He sighed, “It’s fine, it’s… you didn’t do anything wrong.” He ran a hand through his still damp hair, “It’s everything else.”
“Mike… I need you to tell me what’s going on. I need you to tell me how I can help.” She looked at him pleadingly, “Tell me what I can do.”
“There’s nothing you can do!” He gritted his teeth, “I can’t pass the tests because I can’t study. I can’t study because I have to work. I can’t stop work, because otherwise my family can’t afford rent!”
“What about football?” She shrugged as he looked at her. “Much as you don’t want to hear it, if you gave up football you’d be able to study.”
He shook his head, “I can’t. Even if I was as good a student as you seem to think I am, I’m not that good. I wouldn’t get a scholarship, and we wouldn’t be able to afford college otherwise. And even if it wasn’t that…” He looked up at her, a gleam in his eyes, “You saw me out there today, I was made for that. That feeling, that strength… I couldn’t live without it.”
He groaned and put his head in his hands, “I just… I just don’t know what to do. It’s all falling apart.”
She put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly, “Shhh, it’s ok… you’re just stressed out. It’ll be ok…” She squeezed harder, feeling up the tautness of his muscles under his shirt. She started to rub circles into his back, her hand travelling lower as she went, “It’ll be okay…” Her hand trailed past his side and onto his thigh, her hand squeezing lightly when she reached it.
Mike was frozen, his eyes wide beneath his hands, watching her hand with rapt attention, “M-Ms. Ricci?”
“Shh…” She slid her hand over and rubbed him through his pants, “Let me help you relax… ok?” He looked up at her, and the look on her face wasn’t forceful, it was looking for permission.
He nodded, tongue like lead in his mouth, “Ok.”
He leant back and groaned as her hand worked him over, rubbing along and squeezing lightly at his crotch. When her hand slipped underneath his waistband and closed around his rapidly growing length he couldn’t help the groan that forced its way out of his throat. She pulled him free from his pants, marveling at his still hardening cock.
“Jesus Mike, you’re so big.” She squeezed her fingers and ran them up him
, dragging her thumb over his tip and wetting her hand, dragging it back down and slicking him up even more. His head fell back into her chest, his eyes closed as she picked up the pace and started fisting his length even harder.
When she let go of him and left him to hang free for a second, he groaned in frustration, before noticing that she’d gotten off the bench next to him. When he opened his eyes, he saw her getting onto her knees right in front of him, tongue wetting her lips as she stared at every inch of his now fully erect cock. She looked up at him, lust smoldering in her eyes, before speaking, “Is this ok?”
His length twitched, the words almost not forming in his mind, “Yes. God, fuck yes, this is ok.”
She smirked, leaning in. She pressed a light kiss to his tip, her tongue flicking out and tasting the bead of precum that had formed. The saltiness of him drove her forward, her lips sealing around him and her head edging slowly downwards, his penis disappearing inch by inch into her mouth. She opened her eyes when she was halfway down, staring directly into his as he watched her suck him down. No one before had ever managed to get as far as she had, clearly, she had some experience under her belt.
When she reached the last two inches she paused, the last obstacle between her and satisfaction, before pushing herself onwards. Before long, her nose touched against his stomach, all nine of his inches squarely down her throat. She pulled back slowly, tongue running up his underside as she continued to stare at him, taking a grasp of his base when she let go of his tip with an audible pop.
He shuddered when she squeezed his base again, slapping it down against her tongue before edging downwards, taking one of his balls into her mouth. She sucked hard on the globe, fingers twirling and sliding on his length, a giggle leaving her mouth and reverberating up his entire body. She pulled back up, tongue flicking underneath his head as she once more wrapped her lips around him.
Her pace was furious, her head shooting back and forth as he felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat over and over again. Her fingers toyed with his balls, twirling and squeezing them delicately between her fingers. Eventually his hand found itself on top of her head, urging her further and further, desperate for her not to stop.
Right as he was about to cum, she pulled back, and he almost wailed in despair. She looked up at him, lust and satisfaction present on her face in equal measure, “You’ve been under a lot of stress.” She got to her feet and held her hand out, he took it and shakily pulled himself to his feet, “I think you need to work some of it out.” She slowly got back down onto her knees, idly running a finger along his wet and ready cock, “Show me what you’ve got.”
He almost couldn’t believe what he was doing, but something inside him snapped. He needed this, and so did she, damn if he wasn’t going to give them both what they wanted. He took hold of himself, his length slapping against her cheek with a wet sound, Catherine giggling when he did it again. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, Mike taking his time to slap himself against her tongue a few times before he plunged himself in. He didn’t go slow, he sunk in all the way at once, honestly shocked that it wasn’t too much for her. She gagged harshly, but was otherwise fine, her gaze almost burning him with her passion.
He worked himself back and forth, his hand on her head an anchor for him to be able to thrust his hips as much as he cared, her throat eagerly accepting every inch of him as he fed it desperately to her. Her eyes were watering, her mascara was a mess, but she was loving every second of it, the amazing fullness every time he pressed himself as deep as he could making her eyes roll back in her head.
His balls slapped against her chin with a meaty smack, her hands would have done something with them if they weren’t underneath her skirt, her fingers desperately plunging in and out of herself as she chased a climax that very well might have come solely from the rough treatment she was getting. Her thumb twirled around her clit, three fingers thrusting in to the knuckle every time he bottomed out in her throat, like she was being filled from both sides at once.
“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He worked himself even harder, her eyes streaming with tears by now, her smile somehow still visible as he fucked her throat with sheer desperation. He grabbed both sides of her head roughly and slammed himself in to the base, his thick load shooting directly down her throat. He threw his head back, roaring in pleasure at the ceiling. At the exact moment he climaxed, Catherine clenched around her fingers, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train, almost blacking out from both the intensity of the pleasure and lack of air.
Finally, after cumming for what seemed an eternity, Mike pulled himself out of her mouth, his length making a wet, sliding sound as he reappeared from her throat. As soon as he was out, she coughed harshly, her throat raw and tender from the incredibly rough treatment. He knelt down next to her, apology clear on his face, “I-I’m so sorry. Did I go too far?”
Between coughs, she giggled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips, not sure what to think about tasting himself on her, “God no, that was perfect. Do you feel better?”
He laughed, “Better? I feel like I’ve been fucking born again.”
She snuggled up to him, draping his arm over her shoulders as they both regained their breath. She was the first to speak up, “I’m going to find some way to help you, I want you to know that.” She looked at him, sincerity bleeding through, “You’re a brilliant young man, you just need a real chance to show it.”
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “Thanks Catherine.”
“Anytime.”
Chapter Two
One week had passed since that intense session in the locker room, both not quite being able to look each other in the eye during class for fear of not being able to control themselves. Nothing else had happened between them, thoughts of what would happen if they were caught and Mike’s general anxiety about his future killed any chances of that, but she had given him her number, just in case he needed it. So far, after a particularly stressful night, or just when he needed help sleeping, it had worked wonders.
Today had been a bad day, worries about the big game against River High the next day had worked Mike to the bone, his nerves frayed and his hands barely able to hold the soda Red had given him. Currently his friend was by his side, shielding him from any prying eyes that might think his moment of panic was weakness, or something to be mocked. If anyone dared to think that, Red would knock them on their asses, knowing that did Mike a world of good.
Still, there was nothing he could do other than ride out the wave of despair, it had happened before, it was going to happen again, but he knew it would pass. Didn’t mean it didn’t suck though.
“Mike? Mike!” He looked up at Red, startled by his yelling, “Phone’s ringing.” Red held out his cell phone, Mike collecting it and pressing the answer button.
“Hello?” He tried to make his voice sound neutral, but he could tell immediately that he’d done a terrible job.
The caller sighed, “You sound terrible, Mike.”
“No, I’m…” He squeezed the bridge of his nose, he wasn’t going to lie to her, “Yeah, I feel like shit.”
“Come to my class room when school is over, I think I have something to cheer you up.”
He arched his eyebrow, “Oh?”
She laughed melodically, “Get your mind out of the gutter! This is something else!” Her voice got lower, “Though, play your cards right and you might get that as well.”
His collar suddenly felt too tight, “Alright then, I guess I’ll see you then, Catherine.”
“Oh? Look who’s finally learning. I cannot wait.” The line clicked off.
He smiled to himself, suddenly freezing when he realized he had company. He turned slowly to Red, his friend wearing an expression of pure shock.
“Catherine? What, did you two fuck in that locker room last week or something?”
“No!” He held his hands out in protest, “No, we didn’t… fuck.”
; “But something did happen?”
He winced, “I mean…” A sigh, “Alright, yeah. Something did happen.”
Red ran a hand down his face, “Jesus fucking Christ Mike, I hope you know what you’re doing.” His expression shifted, “Wait a minute, she’s not forcing you to do this or anything right?”
Now it was Mike’s turn to be shocked, “What? No, god no!”
“Are you sure? ‘Cause I’m not one of those fucks that’d laugh at that…”
He smiled, putting his hand on Red’s shoulder, “I promise, I want it. It’s just… complicated, is all.”