{"id":40445,"date":"2023-05-23T09:04:16","date_gmt":"2023-05-23T07:04:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=40445"},"modified":"2026-02-14T19:07:50","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T18:07:50","slug":"the-odyssey-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/the-odyssey-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"The Odyssey – An Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

Jake banged his head on the metal locker and groaned.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI got Mr. Hein for health class. The guy with the yellow teeth. What a waste. My doodling will so improve this semester. Who did you get for health?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark scanned his semester\u2019s schedule.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Larson, just after lunch, third period.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Larson! Man, you lucky shit. I can\u2019t believe it!\u201d Jake punched Mark in the arm.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe good?\u201d he said and punched Jake back.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou getting her is so wrong, so unfair. Since my freshmen year I\u2019ve wanted to be in her class. But never, not even in my last semester did I get her. I swear the universe is against me. It hates me, hates me, hates me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jake stared upward and, raising both hands, he pleaded, \u201cWhat did I do to make you hate me so much?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark laughed. \u201cShe good enough to make you think the universe has cursed you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMark, Mark, Mark.\u201d Jake wrapped his arm around his shoulders, like a father ready to give his son a life lesson. \u201cIt\u2019s obvious you know nothing. Let me say there\u2019s some history\u2014true stories, I tell you\u2014about Mrs. Larson. I\u2019ve heard of \u2018out of this world,\u2019 first-hand accounts.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Seeing Mark\u2019s nonchalance, he grabbed the front of Mark\u2019s Metallica shirt.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAmazing things! Fantastic things! Things that manifest alone in fiction!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark removed Jake\u2019s hands from his shirt and straightened it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jake leaned against the wall of cold dinged-up lockers. \u201cUniverse, all I ask is to have my own adventure with Mrs. Larson. To become a hero in this place. A demigod in this school.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut the universe has said no,\u201d Mark joked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMust have, it must have.\u201d He hung his head and felt the sore spot on his own shoulder from Mark\u2019s punch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are these stories you\u2019ve heard about? They must be really, really good, if you\u2019re getting this depressed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLegends, my friend, sagas unparalleled, events that happen only once in a thousand years.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark rolled his eyes. \u201cWhen\u2019s drama class?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFourth period.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSave it for class. Cut the show and tell me about her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jake glanced around, as if someone might listen in, particularly the universe.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Larson is said to call herself \u2018Ms. Joy.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark\u2019s forehead crinkled, as Jake\u2019s words of knowledge failed to pass through his skull. \u201cYou mean like she\u2019s happy. So what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no, no. I\u2019m talking about herself herself.\u201d His eyes darted down for a split second, attempting again to convey a message.<\/span><\/p>\n

A light clicked on in Mark\u2019s mind. \u201cHerself herself, as in that herself?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jake only nodded slightly, the corners of his mouth upturned as hardheaded Mark got the message.<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly though, Mark\u2019s astonishment vanished from his face and skepticism replaced it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPretty far-fetched, you know. How would anyone know that? Anyone actually <\/span>heard<\/span><\/i> her say it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe has said it, dude. People have <\/span>heard<\/span><\/i> her say it\u2014I mean, actually heard the name roll from between her lips.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhich lips?\u201d Mark laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n

He then crossed his arms. \u201cI\u2019ll believe it when I myself hear her say it. And only then. These tales about teachers can last for years. One student says something and everyone else takes it as God\u2019s honest truth and then they repeat it. Soon it\u2019s blown all out of proportion. But it all began as a \u2018mistruth.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy brother said he heard a friend of a friend say she said it in class once.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean your brother Robbie? Ha!\u201d He waved off Jake\u2019s statement. \u201cIf Russell had said it, I might have\u2014maybe have\u2014believed it, maybe. But Robbie? And when was he in school, like ten years ago. Was Mrs. Larson for real teaching here way back then?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever you say, have it your way, Burger King. I believe it though.\u201d He jabbed his thumb against his chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then Jake looked at Mark with a plea. \u201cTrue or not\u2014for me, for your friend\u2014pay attention in class, listen to every word she says, especially when the topic is …\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The bell directly overhead rang loudly and echoed through the halls and in their ears.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTalk later.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And they split to first period.<\/span><\/p>\n

All morning, the thought of that conversation and the tale intrigued Mark, despite its absurdity. What if the story was true?<\/span><\/p>\n

First period went slowly and second period dragged on too. Lunch was lunch. Finally third period arrived.<\/span><\/p>\n

He took his seat in the back of the class, a spot where he could get a better view of all that was happening and avoid having a room full of mischievous teenagers, with spitballs and paper airplanes, behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson walked in after the bell rang for the start of class. She was a full-figured black woman with a head of frizzy styled hair with dark red highlights. Her slim eyes gave the impression of a strong personality. If she wanted it, she would get it. Still the stoic nature she exuded made the Tale of Ms. Joy even more far-fetched. However, admiring his teacher, Mark decided it would be quite intriguing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her glistening brown lips parted as she welcomed them to her class. She had a lovely, broad smile. Mark even noticed her pink tongue in her mouth, a contrast to the rest of her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson spoke briefly about herself, the class syllabus and topics she would cover during the semester. While talking, Mark noticed her long fingers and the gold rings she wore, including a band studded with a large diamond on her fourth finger. He concluded that Jake had a wild fantasy about this teacher. Nevertheless, Mark listened to her\u2014just in case something unexpected, and unlikely, might come through those lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

Later that day, Mark gave Jake the bad news. \u201cShucks! She didn\u2019t say it.\u201d He snapped his fingers sardonically.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere are weeks ahead.\u201d Jake showed his crossed fingers. \u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think you\u2019re stupid.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou still don\u2019t believe the stories. You need to hear it from the source.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRobbie only heard it from a friend who had a friend who heard her\u2014supposedly heard her for that matter\u2014say \u2018Ms. Joy.\u2019 Who knows if it was said in the right context!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s talk to Robbie.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A few hours later, Jake and Mark sat on the floor in Robbie\u2019s room. It was cast in blacklight, and odd posters and blankets glowed in the dark. Jake\u2019s oldest brother was relaxed in his bean-bag chair. He grinned at hearing the topic the two guys were interested in.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAh, yes, Mrs. Larson, Mrs. Larson,\u201d he said, stroking his chin, \u201cwhat a woman. Could teach health better than any other teacher.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His grin widened. \u201cI didn\u2019t know what I was getting into when I took my seat in her class.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe was teaching here when you were in school?\u201d Mark asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHer first year, yep.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019d you hear about \u2018Ms. Joy\u2019?\u201d Jake asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBarry Windell was his name. A good-looking guy, girls loved him, were all over him. He had whoever he wanted. No questions asked.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark was already shaking his head, but he listened.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOne day Barry met with Mrs. Larson. He said he wanted her, that he had been turned on by her ever since he was in her class. And now he couldn\u2019t handle it any longer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Robbie took a drag on his joint and let the smoke flood from his nostrils.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe was shocked, so she told him, \u2018I knew I turned you on. That\u2019s why I wear short skirts and keep my back to the class, so you can see my large ass.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jake nudged Mark, as his brother shared the tale of Mrs. Larson.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt began then between Barry and Mrs. Larson. She told him, \u2018You want to meet Ms. Joy?\u2019 And Barry told her she should meet his man first. So she knelt down behind her desk and sucked his dick. Yep, that\u2019s how it happened.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re saying she just knelt down in her classroom before everyone left for the day? Give me a break.\u201d Mark put his head in his hand. \u201cA little too out there for me to believe. And not to mention, a guy who can get any girl he wants when he wants her? No guy is that good, even the rich men in the world can\u2019t get pussy anytime from any girl.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t believe you still doubt us,\u201d Jake said. \u201cDude, this is the Odyssey of our school.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe Odyssey is only an overblown poem. Nothing in it is true,\u201d Mark responded.<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly Jake had a revelation. \u201cI understand it now! Mark, the universe allowed you to get Mrs. Larson so you\u2019ll become a believer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, and you didn\u2019t get her all these years because you\u2019re a believer?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe universe is perplexing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, dude, it\u2019s\u2014\u201d Robbie took a long toke. \u201c\u2014it\u2019s twisted, man.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The next day, Mark decided to sit nearer the front of class. He still didn\u2019t believe Robbie or Jake that this woman, who was handing out worksheets, was the heroine of the school\u2019s locker room Odyssey.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson passed down the aisle of desks and bumped Mark\u2019s elbow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, honey,\u201d she said sweetly and touched his arm.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark\u2019s body reacted immediately. He felt her hand\u2019s warmth, its strength, her fingernails. He also saw, up close, the diamond on her finger.<\/span><\/p>\n

During class, he examined her white polyester dress pants. Against her skin, he could make out the lightest outline of the pockets. Despite close but discreet scrutiny, he could not find a panty line along the skin-tight slacks. He imagined a thin strip of elastic deep in her ass. Or no panties at all. With all these thoughts, there was no way he could stand up. Luckily, he had calmed himself by the end of class.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, Jake,\u201d Mark said when he saw his friend in the hallway, \u201cshe didn\u2019t say it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho say what?\u201d interjected Derrick who was with Jake.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Larson and \u2018Ms. Joy,\u2019\u201d Jake said flippantly. \u201cMark, here, is not a believer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot a believer? Man, believe it because in life there\u2019s nothing as sobering as a world without naughty women.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark looked skeptically from Derrick to Jake.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDerrick\u2019s in philosophy,\u201d Jake answered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019re in drama,\u201d Mark said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019re in denial!\u201d Jake retorted.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDerrick, here\u2019s a thought for you to chew on. \u2018The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason, he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFredrich Neitzsche! Love him.\u201d He gave Mark a high-five.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf you have faith without proof, Neitzsche would consider you a fool.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to meet Harry Gosstold,\u201d Derrick said. \u201cHe\u2019ll give you proof. He knows plenty of people. He had health class during summer school one year.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know him, Jake?\u201d Mark asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Harry Gosstold rolled out from under the broken-down pickup truck.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe stories of Mrs. Larson have hit your class too, huh,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

He stood tall in his garage fatigues and smelled like burnt oil.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t in that summer class with Mrs. Larson. But my best friend\u2019s ex was in summer school\u2014several times\u2014but not with Mrs. Larson. I have not gotten any the dirty details because when Ernie and her broke up, she wasn\u2019t talking to any of us. This many years later and she still ignores us. A bitch. Erin\u2019s ex, not Mrs. Larson.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He wiped off his greasy hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut I have heard of a game she made up. It\u2019s called Strip Dodgeball. If you get hit, you have to take off a piece of clothing. Would\u2019ve loved to play that game.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStrip Dodgeball? That\u2019s stupid.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe stories are true, Mark, true. Believe them,\u201d Harry said.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the fresh air outside of the Gosstold Garage, Mark was even more unconvinced.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow can all of you believe this if no one has had a first-hand account? You barely have enough proof to jack off to. Do you understand that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jake shrugged, dismissing the comment.<\/span><\/p>\n

The next day, Mark sat in the front row of health class. He checked out Mrs. Larson in her buttoned blouse. Mark counted three buttons undone. As she lectured, Mark was entranced by the depth of cleavage that would appear because of those undone buttons.<\/span><\/p>\n

He was pulled from his musings when a girl next to him raised her hand. \u201cMrs. Larson, I have a question.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The large woman passed down the aisle and leaned over to look at the girl\u2019s paper. Mrs. Larson listened to her question and scanned the paper. Meanwhile, Mark had locked his eyes on her breasts that were clamped tight in the nude bra. The buttons offered a perfect view to ignite the imagination.<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly Mrs. Larson moved and Mark could not dart his eyes away fast enough. She spotted his stare. She adjusted her blouse and buttoned one more button.<\/span><\/p>\n

Afterward, he told Jake, \u201cClass started with three undone but ended with two.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jake groaned at missing the view. All he could say was \u201cHow\u2019s this for a doodle?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s Hein-worthy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

One evening though, Mark hopped in his pickup and headed to the Supercenter for some pork chops and a bag of charcoal for the grill. Hiking through the meat section, he noticed a woman with a round ass bent over in the frozen foods. It could be just one woman.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Mrs. Mower. Doing good tonight?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The woman stood upright. \u201cMark, hi. My goodness, everyone\u2019s out tonight. I saw Mrs. Larson earlier.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe all think alike. See you in class tomorrow.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She waved and reached back into the frozen foods.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark was intrigued by the thought of seeing Mrs. Larson outside of school. He suddenly didn\u2019t mind slowing down his pace and meandering down some extra aisles.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201cWait till Jake hears about this. If the universe is against him, it\u2019s definitely for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Amused by the thought, he turned into the dairy aisle. And there was the shapely woman.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark had the urge to pull back and hope not to be seen. But it was too late.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMark?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It was the voice he had come to consider silky and arousing. His teacher was holding a gallon jug of milk in each hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Mrs. Larson. I\u2019ve seen everyone out tonight. I saw Mrs. Mower.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPrincipal Simmon and his wife, Laura Beth, are here too,\u201d she said. \u201cDeWayne, this is Mark, a student of mine. Mark, meet DeWayne, my, my husband.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark was confused by how Mrs. Larson had awkwardly described this man with her, her husband.<\/span><\/p>\n

He was as thick as an oak tree and stood head and shoulders above Mark. He also had a strong handshake that matched his giant hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson handed her jugs to DeWayne, and then playfully patted the cold wetness on DeWayne\u2019s shirt. DeWayne shooed her away.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe doesn\u2019t like wet hands,\u201d she said. Turning, she again saw Mark\u2019s eyes fastened to her form.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMark.\u201d She woke him up from his stupor by snapping her fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n

He shook his head, as if rattling his eyeballs loose.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou here to get momma some milk?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her question confused Mark\u2019s slowed train of thought. What did she mean \u201cbuy his mom milk\u201d?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUh, yes,\u201d he stammered. \u201cMilk and some charcoal for the grill.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSkim milk, I assume,\u201d Mrs. Larson said. She opened the glass door and reached in for the cool half-gallon carton.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, not skim milk,\u201d Mark answered. \u201cWe drink whole milk. We don\u2019t even like 2-percent milk. Mom doesn\u2019t drink it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhole milk, DeWayne, hear that? Whole milk is still what some guys want.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She winked at her husband, and his face lightened up. \u201cWe drink whole milk too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark grabbed the gallon jug that she handed him. He kept his view from sliding down. He did not want to be caught twice staring at the wife of a man the size of DeWayne.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNice to see you, Mrs. Larson, and Mr. Larson.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot Mr. Larson. Call me DeWayne, please,\u201d the tall man corrected. \u201cI am not a teacher.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They said their goodbyes, and the three went their separate ways.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark rushed to the outdoor section of the Supercenter to get away from the Larsons. He needed to steady his mind as she had totally confused him. She must not have had any other intent than to mean he was buying milk for his family at the request of his mother. There was no innuendo, of course. They had met in the dairy section.<\/span><\/p>\n

But assuming skim milk? And seeming surprised by drinking whole milk. Then telling DeWayne that people still like whole milk. Was she insinuating something? If she did mean more than what she said and was so candid about it, Mark started to wonder about the tales.<\/span><\/p>\n

He set a large bag of Kingsford in his shopping cart, left the milk jug on an empty shelf, and headed for checkout.<\/span><\/p>\n

DeWayne appeared. \u201cYou had a good idea about grilling.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He saw the giant man toss a large bag of charcoal onto his shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark felt his scalp heat up and his cheeks turn red. He quickly concocted a straightforward apology for any rudeness in looking at Mrs. Larson and convincing him that he would not look at his wife ever again. He would even drop her class if it was necessary.<\/span><\/p>\n

DeWayne walked beside him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYvonne likes you,\u201d he said and patted Mark\u2019s back with his free hand. \u201cWhen she horses around with a student like she did with you, I know it. She\u2019s typically stiff when she bumps into a student of hers outside of school.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHorsing around?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHer jokes about whole milk. And wiping her hands on me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe should have wiped her wet hands on me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

DeWayne turned his head.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI mean, you have a nicer shirt, I only have a t-shirt on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

DeWayne cracked a smile. Then he offered advice that surprised Mark.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be shy around her. Tease her back. She needs it to keep her fun for me. I don\u2019t like a moody Yvonne.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson came around the corner into view. \u201cThere you are. We\u2019ve got places to go.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

DeWayne glanced at Mark. \u201cI need to get her away from these shopping trips.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson tugged the sleeve of DeWayne\u2019s shirt. \u201cI need to get my husband moving. Time\u2019s a\u2019wasting.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll talk to you another time, Mark,\u201d he said as he was pulled away.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t burn your meat,\u201d Mark said, with a wave.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t forget your milk,\u201d DeWayne answered.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark wished he had not left the milk behind. \u201cI guess I need to get another jug.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI forget to check the date of the milk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson\u2019s expression eased.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t upset your momma,\u201d she said. \u201cMommas should always be made happy. I know I like when I am, right, babe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

DeWayne looked at Mark. Mark nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson tugged on DeWayne\u2019s shirt to get his attention. \u201cWhat were you two talking about?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe happy Yvonne,\u201d DeWayne said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow he makes you happy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She was not convinced that was all of it.<\/span><\/p>\n

They said goodbye again.<\/span><\/p>\n

The next day, Jake was astounded by the story and read deeply into the milk comments. The story further convinced him that the universe hated him and was paying him back for some terrible act he had committed in a previous life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDeWayne said Yvonne likes me. She doesn\u2019t joke with students like she did with me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYvonne? You\u2019re using her first name?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark pushed back his shoulders in pride.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe universe is giving you these opportunities so you\u2019ll believe in Ms. Joy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark looked up. \u201cUniverse, take note. I will need to actually see Ms. Joy before I believe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have a feeling the universe will allow it to happen.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark was the first person in class that day. Mrs. Larson said hello and gave him a warm smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Yvonne,\u201d he said lightheartedly.<\/span><\/p>\n

She frowned. \u201c\u2018Mrs. Larson\u2019 when you\u2019re in my class. DeWayne should not put me on a first-name basis with students, unless we aren\u2019t in class.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, Mrs. Larson.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou and I can have a first-name relationship in a few months … maybe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

This time, she confused Mark and he wondered what she meant.<\/span><\/p>\n

And, hearing about the conversation, Jake put his head in a locker. His comment echoed from inside. \u201cYou\u2019re going to be the hero in this school soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

One evening, Mark was bussing tables at the local fish camp, and Mrs. Larson walked into the restaurant. She wasn\u2019t with DeWayne this time. It was a new man.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark tried to remain unseen, but she saw him immediately. She gave a brief wave.<\/span><\/p>\n

He cleared off the table next to hers and said hi.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI come here a lot and I didn\u2019t know you worked here,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been here for a few months.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson glanced to the man across from her and then to her student.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMark, this is Marcus. Marcus, meet Mark, a student of mine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He smiled and nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcus was thin and quiet, unlike DeWayne.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark continued his duties, cleaning off the empty tables.<\/span><\/p>\n

A while after Yvonne and Marcus had been seated, Mrs. Larson left the table and bumped into Mark.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark smirked. \u201cWhere\u2019s DeWayne? I hope you\u2019re not broken up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She cocked her head and gave him a lighthearted grimace. \u201cDeWayne and I are, we are still together. I just think Marcus is a nice guy who likes me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark grinned and raised his eyebrows. \u201cFree meal?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She playfully swatted the young man. \u201cDeWayne doesn\u2019t need to know, does he, Mark?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou want me to keep a secret from DeWayne, your husband?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, he\u2019s not exactly my husband. We\u2019re friendly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen how are you \u2018Mrs.\u2019 Larson?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She held back a smirk as best as she could. \u201cIt\u2019s a long story. Too long for tonight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSome night, maybe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her head jerked up. \u201cSome \u2018night\u2019?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf Marcus and DeWayne get to spend time with you, I\u2019d like to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson\u2019s face froze in puzzlement.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark then broke into a smile. \u201cI\u2019m joking, Yvonne, just joking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou had me going there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew I was just kidding.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Like in the dairy aisle and in class, he let his eyes glide down her smile to her broad chest and then into the cleavage between her breasts. He had imagined sucking on her tits, squeezing them, pinching them, trying to lift them up.<\/span><\/p>\n

Noticing Mark\u2019s line of sight, she put her hands briefly over her chest. \u201cThese are not for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His quick response slid from his mouth before he had a chance to remember this wasn\u2019t a fantasy but was actually Mrs. Larson and her bosom.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI wish they were mine, even for a minute. Holding them would be a … a joy, Miss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyebrows clenched. \u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI would love to see them. They are the best I\u2019ve ever …\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, about joy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSeeing them would be a fantasy of mine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI mean, you said \u2018joy.\u2019 And that\u2019s not a word you\u2019d typically use. In front of me, especially.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He tried to play dumb. \u201cI\u2019ve used that word before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMark, it\u2019s not Christmas.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He flushed red with embarrassment, thinking of what he\u2019d said and had implied. He was relieved the restaurant was relatively dark.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, the story is still in the hallways,\u201d she mumbled. \u201cSome things never go away.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark felt a heavy thud in his chest and a tightening in his slacks. He was glad the growth was covered by his apron.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat story, Mrs. Larson?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMark! Get back to work,\u201d his boss called.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure thing, boss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry to keep this young man from work, sir. He was just being helpful to a customer,\u201d Mrs. Larson said. And she added, \u201cI don\u2019t want to get you in trouble.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cIt was no …\u201d he started to say but his mind was shut off when she scooted by him and her tits pressed against his arm. If anything, he felt the topography of her chest, the heights and the valley.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark was stuck, glued to the floor. His heart thudded harder and harder, faster and faster. He watched Mrs. Larson walk across the restaurant and take a seat with Marcus.<\/span><\/p>\n

He had a hard time working that evening. And at school, Mark decided against telling Jake about the evening with Mrs. Larson. It would be his secret.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark walked into class to see Mrs. Larson busy at her desk.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt was good to see you this weekend,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t expecting it. If you\u2019re working there, I may eat at that place more often,\u201d she answered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI would eat too if you were there,\u201d Mark said.<\/span><\/p>\n

She frowned. \u201cJokes are for out of class, not in. It\u2019s in both of our interests.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I hope to see more of you\u2014outside of class.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t leave you hanging.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019m not hanging at all.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStop.\u201d She was stern this time, like a mother who was tired of a pestering son. Mark raised his hands in surrender and then took his seat.<\/span><\/p>\n

He looked at her throughout class. Her slacks that hugged her ass, her red-painted toenails peeking through open-toed high heels, the sparkling jewelry on her fingers. He envisioned those hands reaching around his cock and her face drawing close, her sultry eyes staring into his to ask for permission.<\/span><\/p>\n

The bell rang and it kicked him out of his fantasy. He grabbed his books and his pens, but Mrs. Larson was out of the class by the time he had shoved them in his backpack.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jake was disappointed to hear that another class had passed and there had been no inclination of a Ms. Joy or any telltale sign of this woman\u2019s exploits.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you starting to believe that she isn\u2019t as wild as you and all your friends say?\u201d Mark asked Jake.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMan, I can\u2019t believe I\u2019m saying this: I\u2019m beginning to question everything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAdmitting it might allow the universe to ease up on its curse against you. You may realize there is no universe at all.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2018Metaphysical solipsism\u2019, dude!\u201d Derrick shouted. \u201cSuch an awesome idea. Only my mind surely exists, all other reality is based on my senses and they have no independent existence outside of my mind.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark and Jake stared at Derrick, confused.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGod, I hope that\u2019s not the case. It would mean Mrs. Larson isn\u2019t real. And I want her \u2018real\u2019 bad,\u201d Jake said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGo with the metaphysical solipsism notion and have her right now, or anytime your senses want Ms. Joy,\u201d Mark teased.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jake pushed his fingers against his temples, squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath. A moment later he opened his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNope, didn\u2019t work,\u201d he said. \u201cDefinitely, the universe is against me. My mind can confirm it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark laughed at the clown.<\/span><\/p>\n

He had the urge to share all his secrets about Mrs. Larson out of school, his off-color jokes she allows, and most importantly, the time she intentionally rubbed her tits against him. He had replayed that instance in his mind over and over, night after night, in and out of class. Nothing else had been so surreal.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nevertheless, he kept mum. He wanted her all for himself and did not want anything to foul it up. One wrong move, one whispered rumor could force her to keep away from him.<\/span><\/p>\n

He even eased up on his comments to her in school. The possibilities were too valuable to waste by being the horny graduating senior. He just needed to be friendly, smile a lot, and pay attention in class. If he saw her, giving her free drinks at the restaurant might help too. He just knew he had to play cool.<\/span><\/p>\n

The semester sped by. And he passed along to Jake the bad news that Mrs. Larson had maintained a clean mouth throughout the semester.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess you ended up with a better class with Hein. I didn\u2019t even get a chance to improve my doodling prowess,\u201d Mark told Jake.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t have to look at Hein\u2019s yellow teeth. And, I say, having a female teacher is better. There\u2019s potential for \u2018fun.\u2019 With a guy, there\u2019s no hope and, if there is hope, I hope against it,\u201d Jake said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can understand your point.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Working his weekend shift at the local restaurant, Mark saw Mrs. Larson enter and be seated. She hadn\u2019t been in since she came with Marcus. This time, she was with another man.<\/span><\/p>\n

When she was away from her table, she told Mark the man\u2019s name was Donnie.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd he\u2019s a guy who likes excitement,\u201d she said, patting Mark\u2019s shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe others, DeWayne and Marcus, weren\u2019t?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMarcus, definitely not. He was good to talk to. DeWayne is so laid back. I\u2019ve been in the mood for going places and doing bizarre things. To be thrilled.\u201d She stopped herself abruptly. \u201cWhy am I telling you all this? This is my personal life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYvonne, you\u2019re not going to be my teacher much longer. We\u2019ll be friends then.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She eyed him skeptically. \u201cBut it\u2019s still my personal life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark kept the conversation going.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre there any more guys in your \u2018personal\u2019 life?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Honestly, he hoped to hear that she would add him to her list of men. DeWayne, laid back, Marcus, conversationalist, Donnie, outgoing, Mark, a great fuck.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve got some guys but not in a \u2018relationship\u2019 with any of them. We\u2019re more like, going out as friends.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFriends, huh. I\u2019ve heard that\u2019s impossible. Men want something.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Yvonne pursed her lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd after going out? Are you only friends? Or are there benefits?\u201d Mark asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNone of your business.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark\u2019s manager walked up to the pair.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMark, back to work. You got tables to clean!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson spoke like Mark was being a helpful employee. \u201cThank you, Mark, for pointing me to the restroom.\u201d She then turned to the manager. \u201cHe\u2019s always so helpful and good to me. Always ready with an answer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am glad to hear that, ma\u2019am. But, Mark, you have other tasks. Get \u2018em done.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf you need any more help, ma\u2019am,\u201d Mark told Mrs. Larson, \u201cPlease let us know. We\u2019re here to serve you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She patted his shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n

The manager went back to the kitchen. Mrs. Larson sat with Donnie, and Mark cleared several tables. As he passed by her table, Mrs. Larson stopped him and put a note in his pocket.<\/span><\/p>\n

He was unsure about what she had given him. He only heard her tell Donnie, \u201cThat busboy has always been so helpful to me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

After he had unloaded the dishes and silverware for the dishwasher to clean, he slipped from the sweating-hot kitchen through the backdoor and into the cool night air. He reached into his pocket, his mind racing as he imagined what this could be.<\/span><\/p>\n

Unfolding it, he found a twenty-dollar bill and a note.<\/span><\/p>\n

Donnie to serve tonight. Will think of you tho! XOXO<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Mark\u2019s dick grew immediately hard. He leaned against the wall of the building. He reread her note, as if to confirm that he hadn\u2019t misread what she had written. Or was it only his mind making up real life?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019ll be thinking of me while she\u2019s fucking that guy tonight?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t stay outside long he would avoid upsetting his manager. Inside, he found a pen and tore off a piece of paper from a notepad. He tried to think of something to write. All of the excitement of the unexpected note and what Yvonne would be thinking about later had slowed his mind, so he left the pen and paper for a little while. He cleared a few more tables and cleared his mind as well. He didn\u2019t have much time though, because she and Donnie would leave soon.<\/span><\/p>\n

Of all romantic words in poems, the one-liners from films and books, he jotted:<\/span><\/p>\n

Consider a video. Bizarre!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

He walked by Mrs. Larson and Donnie\u2019s table. He thanked her and him. He then handed her his note.<\/span><\/p>\n

He did not see them leave, but cleaning their table he found a receipt. On it was written:<\/span><\/p>\n

Dirty mind. Hope to hit record. Or would have to do it 2x.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

His apron was Mark\u2019s only protection from walking around with a bulging cock all evening.<\/span><\/p>\n

He stashed both notes in his pocket for the rest of his shift. Afterward he sped home. He reread the notes and lavished over each word, every X and each O. Even the pen strokes she had laid down were provocative and arousing. He stroked his cock, fast and furiously, and in a moment spewed cum all over his chest and stomach. Throughout the night, he wondered when Mrs. Larson was getting fucked and at what point was she thinking about him. He imagined what she would be thinking about him. Would she pretend Mark, not \u2018do-anything\u2019 Donnie, had her pinned against the mattress? That Mark was ramming Ms. Joy on the couch? That the young stud was burying his face in her pussy?<\/span><\/p>\n

Seeing Jake at school, Mark had a burning urge to tell him everything and show him the notes from Mrs. Larson. He wanted to pridefully acknowledge that he had been too skeptical about these tales. The universe was on his side. It was blessing him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before class began, Mark asked Mrs. Larson about the weekend with Donnie.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt went well, I enjoyed him. How was your weekend?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He briefly held back his openness but reconsidered after thinking about her notes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI thought about you the whole time. Did you remember to record it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"sex<\/a><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson leaned back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. She held a smug grin, which broke into a giggle, when she saw him drooling over the idea.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou just dying to know, ain\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark straightened his face and figuratively put his tongue back in his mouth. Then he attempted to ease his anxious body by taking slower and deeper breaths. It didn\u2019t work.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been wired all weekend. I\u2019ve got to know. Did you record yourself?\u201d he said intensely.<\/span><\/p>\n

She reached into her purse, fumbled around and then pulled out her phone. She skimmed across the screen and stopped. Mark knew she had found something because she took a breath and slouched back, putting the phone against her. Her eyes met the sex-hungry student standing over her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan I trust you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course!\u201d he responded immediately.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe too quickly because she exhaled long and slowly, reconsidering the potential impacts. But she turned the phone to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark saw a picture of her face filling most of the image, but her ass was in the air and Donnie was directly behind her. They both had clothes on. The same outfits that he and she wore to dinner.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark\u2019s anxiousness deflated like a popped balloon. His shoulders slumped.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNice picture,\u201d he said dryly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t like it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I do like it. You\u2019re a great-looking woman. No one at school matches you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAt school only?\u201d she answered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re one in a million.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut you don\u2019t like it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou wanted more, didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He nodded and offered a fake smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can show you more but not during school. Sorry. I will say that I did not forget to record Donnie and me.\u201d She winked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark gasped, having regained his anxiousness. \u201cWhen can I see?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She handed him another note.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy address,\u201d she said. \u201cClass is starting. Talk to you another time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark itched to share with Jake what Mrs. Larson had done with Donnie with him in mind. And that she had recorded it! But he kept silent, biting his lip. Instead he just told him that Mrs. Larson had not said the most desired name.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s only a few weeks left and I may never know about these tales,\u201d Jake whined.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you becoming a nonbeliever?\u201d Mark teased. \u201cSaying Robbie and Harry Gosstold are wrong?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jake shrugged. \u201cI guess so. Nothing\u2019s happened since I\u2019ve been here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark had another great urge to tell him that Robbie and Harry Gosstold have heard some likely true stories. And that he expected to hear the name and to see, even, feel it. He bit his lip and let Jake whine on and remain depressed.<\/span><\/p>\n

After school, Mark found Mrs. Larson at her desk in class.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Mrs. Larson,\u201d he said to get her attention.<\/span><\/p>\n

She stopped writing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Mark. Is it hot in here?\u201d she asked and ran her finger around the collar of her strawberry red blouse. Then she undid one button. Three were undone and Mark got a glimpse of her dark bra and the heaps of lovely flesh held within.<\/span><\/p>\n

He gulped and felt a rush of heat cross his face. Regaining his awareness, he asked, \u201cYou gave me your address, but when do you want me to come over?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Larson stood and remained leaning forward so Mark could get a deep view beneath her shirt, and gathered several books and folders.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo you need some extra help with your classwork? I am available at 7:45 tonight, but I only have until 8:45. Not much time. I have some videos that will be very helpful though and can bring up your grade.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark stuttered because of his twirling mind. \u201cI hope it will \u2026 will bring up my grade. It has … has needed your help for a while now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSee you tonight then. Don\u2019t be a minute late or I won\u2019t be available,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n

She walked to the classroom door and turned off the lights in the room. \u201cOh, and do not be a minute early. That will cancel everything. Have a good afternoon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark watched Yvonne peacock down the hallway, letting her hips sway lusciously. Before turning a corner, she looked back once and waved.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark was stuck again, as if glued to the floor. She had a way to make him unable to move. To cause wobbly knees and heavy breathing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou okay?\u201d Jake said. \u201cYou seem out of it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA strange day, Jake, a strange day and I don\u2019t know how it\u2019s supposed to end.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I hope you make it through.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark\u2019s mind cleared by simply hearing his friend. Jake\u2019s rough voice cut off Mark\u2019s thoughts from the womanly grace of Mrs. Larson.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI plan to go all the way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jake closed his locker. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNothing, never mind. I may tell you someday if it happens.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jake slung his backpack over his shoulder. \u201cWhatever.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark found a two-story house with three garage doors. It had a well-manicured lawn and blossoming rose bushes. On the mailbox was the street numbers, so he drove passed. He made a U-turn and parked alongside the road, a few houses away. It was 7:39.<\/span><\/p>\n

At 7:43, a garage door opened and a sleek black Tesla backed out. The car passed by him, and Mark glanced at the driver. The windows were tinted dark. Mark could only determine that the driver was either bald or had a close-cut and he had a phone against his head. He was not Dewayne, Marcus or Donnie. \u201cThe Mr. Larson?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He waited a few more minutes as Mrs. Larson had ordered. He put his car in gear at 7:44 and slowly drove into the driveway. Unexpectedly, a garage door lifted.<\/span><\/p>\n

He turned off his car and saw the door to the house was open. He stepped through to smell the aroma of vanilla. His nose led him to the kitchen, which opened wide into the living room with a massive television hanging on the wall above a dark mantelpiece.<\/span><\/p>\n

The dark screen suddenly was bright with the same image that Mark had seen at school.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMark, come here,\u201d he heard Yvonne say.<\/span><\/p>\n

He walked through the kitchen, his eyes stayed on the great picture on the screen. Stepping from the tiled kitchen floor onto the plush carpet, he saw Yvonne sitting on an over-sized round nest chair. In a moment, the screen was uninteresting. She was wearing a silky nightgown with thin straps. The fabric seemed to have melted against her body, silhouetting her curves and mounds.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGlad you made it,\u201d she said. She pushed her hair over her shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was checking the time, down to the second.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMmhmm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t want to miss anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe movie starts now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She pressed a button on the remote control and the screen changed. Appeared on screen Mrs. Larson and Donnie.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYvonne, girl, what you doin\u2019 with that camera?\u201d Donnie asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t ask questions. Get behind me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She was on her hands and knees on the bed. She lowered to her elbows and raised her hips. Donnie came behind her. And the picture was taken. The movie continued on.<\/span><\/p>\n

Still facing forward, Yvonne stared into the camera and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, the same one she wore the night Mark saw her with Donnie. Her man came behind her and kissed her neck and then her earlobe. Her body arched, and her head fell back in the sensuality of Donnie\u2019s kisses.<\/span><\/p>\n

She glanced at the camera briefly, her eyes only partly open. Donnie slid his hand through the opened blouse and grabbed one of her tits. Yvonne moaned.<\/span><\/p>\n

A heavy groan from the television brought Mark\u2019s attention to the screen. Donnie had lifted her skirt, exposing her white panties. He had moved the panties to shove his cock in her pussy. As he rocked back and forth, she kept herself close to the camera. Her face winced, eyebrows crunching as if in pain. Then her features lightened, nearly causing a smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

Donnie sped his pace and all of Yvonne rocked, her hair fell over her face. Donnie drove deep inside her and Yvonne raised up from her elbows to her hands. Her breasts, locked into her thick bra, swung in circles. And the more they moved the less flesh the bra could hold back.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yvonne moaned and begged for more.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMark! Mark, yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard. Gimme that fat cock,\u201d she shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark had to find a seat. He could not stand when he heard this lovely, half-naked woman yell out his name while getting fucked doggy-style.<\/span><\/p>\n

Donnie groaned gruffly and Yvonne matched him. He paused for a moment, statue-like. Then his posture eased. Yvonne looked directly into the camera.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou like this, Mark? I want you to meet Ms. Joy. Come and meet her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Then the movie stopped. The screen went black.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou do call her \u2018Ms. Joy!\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark turned to Mrs. Larson and saw her legs spread wide and her nightgown pulled high. Nothing unexposed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMeet Ms. Joy,\u201d Yvonne said.<\/span><\/p>\n

In a step Mark crossed the room. He knelt before the large black woman, who had her legs open, and shoved his face deep between her thick thighs. Inside, he felt her heat on his face and then a wetness on the tip of his nose. He poked out his tongue and flicked the heavy lips. Unable to hold back, he covered Ms. Joy with his mouth. He smelled the musk of a woman who wanted to be fucked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Needing air, Mark pulled back. His fingers spread apart the droopy labia and he saw the bright pink of Ms. Joy. She was a mystery that had revealed herself. And she was the loveliest mystery Mark ever found. He lapped Ms. Joy, pushing his tongue deeply into the pinkness. His face, from the bridge of his nose to his neck was smeared wet.<\/span><\/p>\n

The semester ended and Mark and Jake graduated from high school. Holding their graduation caps, Mark apologized that he never heard Mrs. Larson say the magic name in class.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI wish I could have helped in making you a demigod in this school. You may find demigod status somewhere else though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

###<\/span><\/p>\n

A few years later, Mark met two teenagers who had come to the fire station.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Sullivan,\u201d the spindly one asked, \u201cwe would like to talk to you about research we\u2019re doing at school.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I can help? The chief would be much more appropriate.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s about school. A sort of history project,\u201d the shorter teen said in an awkward tone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAbout a certain teacher?\u201d Mark asked. \u201cIs the rumor still going around the school?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019re connected to it. You may be able confirm it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark laughed. \u201cThe mystery of \u2018Ms. Joy\u2019?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d the guys said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019ll always be a mystery.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The boys looked confused.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA mystery for the ages.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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