I He was her favorite
student. The other teachers thought of him as insubordinate,
unmanageable and wild, but she saw beyond that. His writing
had shown her the hurt and the anguish as well as the inner
strength that had developed as a result of growing up abused.
He was 18, a senior
in Samantha Stewart's creative writing class. He only signed
up for it because he needed an elective and he heard that
Ms. Stewart was an easy teacher to deal with, but found that
he really enjoyed the class. He was able to express his anger
and frustration in his writing without being admonished for
it. In fact, Ms. Stewart said she loved it and encouraged
him to keep letting his feelings out. She was probably the
only adult he could talk to, and did frequently. They had
a special relationship. They were teacher and student, but
they were also friends.
As the class was
quietly finishing their writing assignment, Samantha looked
up from her desk and gazed over at him writing furiously,
absorbed in his work. The bell was about to ring and she knew
that on a Friday afternoon, in the last class of the day,
if she wanted to say something she'd better do it now.
"OK guys,
that's about it. Leave your papers on my desk, have a great
weekend and I'll see you all Monday. Lyle, may I see you after
class please?"
Lyle waited until
the rest of the class had left, and then sauntered over to
Samantha's desk.
"'Sup."
He asked as he laid his paper down on the pile.
"Pull up a
chair. And sit your mad, crazy, ridiculous self down."
She said smiling. He returned the smile. That was one of his
favorite expressions. She learned it from him and he loved
the fact that she liked to use it. She looked into his eyes
and saw the sadness in them, even behind the smile.
Lyle pulled a chair
up next to her. Looking into his face, she saw the cut on
his lip and the bruise on the side of his left eye. Reaching
up, she gingerly grazed her fingers along the purple swelling.
"She beat you again didn't she?"
"It's nothin'...Don't
worry about it." He said.
"But I do
worry about it." She said. "I worry about you. Lyle,
your mother needs help. She needs to be in rehab. The only
way she'll stop beating you is if she stops drinking. And
the only way she'll do that, is with professional help."
"She won't
do that." He sighed, "She doesn't think she has
a problem."
"You leave
that to me." Samantha said. "Today, you're going
to learn about intervention. The first thing we have to do
is get you out of that house."
"Where am
I supposed to go?" He asked defensively. There's no way
you're gonna put me in a youth center."
"Of course
not. Besides, you're 18, they wouldn't take you." She
started gathering up her books. "You're going to stay
with me. C'mon, get your stuff. Let's go confront your mother."
Lyle started to
protest, but she cut him off. "Shut up. I don't want
to hear it. I'm tired of seeing you being treated like shit,
now let's go."
He was shocked
and scared, but smiled to himself as he followed her out to
her car. He didn't know why she cared about him, but he was
sure as hell glad she did.
As they walked
into Lyle's house, Samantha took over. She told Lyle to go
into his room and pack his things. She matter-of-factly told
his mother who she was and that she was taking Lyle to stay
with her. "Look Mrs. Lewis," She said. "You're
an alcoholic and abusive parent. Lyle is going to stay with
me until you get yourself into rehab. If you try to stop me,
I'll be forced to tell the authorities that Lyle comes to
school with bruises on a regular basis, so unless you want
child welfare investigating you, I suggest you just agree
to this. I'll leave you my phone number. If you decide that
you want help, I'll be more than happy to get you into a rehab
center."
Lyle came out of
his room. It was hurting him to leave his mother like this,
but he knew that being forced into this situation was the
only way she would get help. And he was glad for himself.
He could use a break. His mother said nothing as they walked
out of the house.
They drove most
of the way back to Samantha's house in silence. Finally, she
reached over and squeezed Lyle's hand. "She'll be ok."
Her voice was soft, but reassuring. "Sometimes being
tough like this is the only alternative you have." He
stayed silent, but held her hand for the rest of the ride
home.
After a good, home
cooked dinner Lyle and Samantha were sitting on the sofa talking.
He was telling her all the things he'd been through and her
heart went out to him. She was amazed that this extremely
bright, funny, personable young man could have turned out
the way he did despite a childhood of hell. As Lyle went on
with his story, tears were beginning to form in both their
eyes. He was finally overcome with emotion and started crying.
Samantha put her arms around him to hold and comfort him.
They sat there
for a few minutes. Lyle was crying on her shoulder and Samantha
was slowly rocking him and smoothing his hair. She bent down
and kissed his forehead. He looked up at her and with his
thumb, wiped a tear from her cheek. At that moment, something
connected between them. They both felt it, though not a word
was spoken.
Samantha leaned
over and very softly placed a kiss on Lyle's mouth. They looked
at each other, and still without a word between them, Lyle
gently pulled her towards him. The kiss was more passionate
this time. Mouths open, tongues swirling around each other.
Lyle moaned softly into her mouth as Samantha took his hand
and placed it on her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her
nipple and felt it harden under his touch.
With their mouths
still pressed together, Samantha unbuttoned her blouse and
Lyle's hand found the fullness of her breast that pushed out
above her bra. She broke the kiss and gently taking his face
in her hands guided him to her breasts. He kissed the exposed
skin, delighting in the softness and the scent of her. Undoing
the front clasp of her bra, he freed her breasts into his
face and his young eager mouth. Samantha leaned her head back
and moaned as his tongue found her nipple, licking it, flicking
it...Getting it even harder. He had his mouth on one breast
while his hand was gently kneading the other. She ran her
hands through his hair and pushed him closer, encouraging
him to take as much of her large breast in his mouth as he
could. And he sucked greedily.
Still without a
sound between them, Samantha gently pulled him from her breast.
She took off her blouse and bra and then stood up to remove
her skirt, stockings, and panties. Lyle's mouth dropped. He
had been with a few girls before, but they had been his age
with thin, girlish figures. Standing before him was, not a
girl, but a woman, with full lush breasts and a soft curvy
body. His hardness was straining against his jeans.
Samantha sat on
the edge of the sofa, took Lyle's hand, and positioned him
on the floor, siting between her legs. She spread her legs
wide so he could see her pussy, which was now dripping with
excitement and anticipation. He spread her lips open and cautiously
gave her a long, slow lick. Samantha moaned loudly. Needing
no further encouragement, he eagerly went to work sucking
and nibbling her clit. Using his tongue while he sucked...circling
it...flicking it...sliding it up into her hole, causing her
to moan and writhe and react like no girl he had ever been
with before had. Her ass was on the very edge of the sofa.
She was pushing her pussy into his face, screaming...begging..."More...Harder...Suck
my clit hard!...Make me cum."
Lyle stiffened
his tongue and began furiously flicking her clit hard.
"Yes!"
She cried breathlessly. "Oh God, yeeeeessssss!"
Her fists clenched the sofa cushions and her juices filled
his mouth as she came. When she was spent, she pulled him
up and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his mouth.
She pulled off
his shirt and his pants. His rock hard cock was glistening
with pre-cum. Dropping down to her knees in front of him;
she softly kissed his cock head, a thin stream of pre-cum
stretching across as she pulled her head back. She lovingly
ran her tongue along his shaft, getting it very wet. She traced
the very tip of her tongue right under the head, flicking
the glands, which sent shivers through Lyle. Circling her
tongue over the head she opened her mouth and gently sucked
it in. A soft moan escaping Lyle's lips, he looked down and
saw her looking up at him with his cock in her full mouth.
Slowly sliding her mouth down, she took all of him. Samantha
began gliding her mouth up and down his cock, sucking deeply
on each upstroke. Lyle moaned in ecstasy, running his hands
through her hair. She wanted to prolong this, savor it, but
she wanted to taste him more. Her sucking got harder, and
faster. Her hands went around to his ass, pushing him towards
her, encouraging him to fuck her face. He started pumping,
watching her mouth stretched with his throbbing cock.
"Oh God, I'm
gonna cum." He moaned, and grabbed her hair. His moaning
turned her on even more and she moaned along with him. His
cock began throbbing as he shot his load deep into her mouth.
Swallowing greedily, she tried to drink every drop of him,
but he came so much that his sticky cum was dripping from
the corners of his mouth.
When he finally
stopped cumming, she took him out of her mouth and softly
kissed the head of his cock. He was still rock hard. Samantha
had forgotten the resilience of youth and smiled to herself,
knowing that this young stud wouldn't need any recovery time.
Lying back on the
sofa, she pulled him down on top of her and wrapped her legs
around his back, his hard cock finding it's way quickly into
her wet pussy. Lyle wasted no time ramming his hard cock into
her. Samantha had almost forgotten what it was like to be
with someone so young and so full of energy. The pounding
felt great. He was banging into her with such driving speed
and force that she came again and again, her pussy tightening
around his cock with each contraction. Then with one final
thrust she felt his body stiffen. He pushed himself hard against
her and with a deep grunt, exploded his hot cum into her.
He collapsed on
top of her, regaining his breath. She held him and gently
caressed his back as she recognized the rhythmic breathing
of sleep. She lay there thinking. She wasn't quite sure how
this started or what was going to happen next. She only knew
that this boy...no, this man, this intelligent, funny, young
man, with enormous potential, had just become her lover and
she wasn't about to give him up. Not just yet.
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