Miss McKinney
Marley Quinn
Miss McKinney
by Marley Quinn
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
A Note From the Author For the Pearl Clutchers of the World
Perfect Fit
Would You Like a Ride?
Get a Good Grip
Much Better
Out With a Bang
Do You Just Love It?
You Only Live Once
Also by Marley Quinn
A Note From the Author For the Pearl Clutchers of the World
All of the characters in this completely FICTIONAL work of art are at least 18 years old, and being of sound mind and body, freely consent to all of the actions in which they participate.
Perfect Fit
I was drawing a picture in my notebook of Son Goku from Dragon Ball Z blasting an enemy with his Kamehameha attack when the bell rang.
At first, I didn’t pay much attention even though Mrs. Humphries had never been late to class even once. It was only when Principal Striver marched in, followed by a woman I had never seen before in my life, that I sat up straight in my chair.
“Attention, everyone. Please be quiet. Thank you,” said Principal Striver, shooting hard stares at a few kids before continuing. “I’m sorry to inform you but Mrs. Humphries has had a family emergency and will not be returning for the rest of the semester.”
Look, I have nothing against Mrs. Humphries. She was a fair teacher, as far as things go, even though I thought most of her lessons were dry and boring. It was the announcement that she wasn’t going to be returning that really got me fired up because of who Principal Striver was standing next to.
“Class, this is Miss McKinney. She’s going to take over for Mrs. Humphries for the next few weeks,” said Principal Striver as my pulse began to race.
I had to repress the urge to do a fist pump, and I’m sure many of the other kids around me were feeling the same way. Why wouldn’t we? Unlike Mrs. Humphries, who was a matronly woman closing in on retirement age, Miss McKinney was young and beautiful. Even in that first moment, I was entranced by her long, glossy hair and the eager sparkle in her eyes.
“Miss McKinney graduated from Crestwood University with full honors,” continued Principal Striver. “However, this is her first teaching assignment, so I want you kids to go easy on her. With any luck, she will be a valuable addition to our faculty for many years to come.”
My only regret at that moment was that I would be finishing high school in just a few weeks. Even though Miss McKinney hadn’t even opened her mouth yet, I couldn’t get enough of her. It went beyond just her raw physical beauty, too, because she was dressed in a sexy yet graceful way that simply exuded confidence and style.
“Thank you for the kind words, Principal Striver,” said Miss McKinney, her voice slightly high-pitched, but that made me like her even more. “I can’t say I was quite ready to jump straight into teaching just yet, but no time like the present, eh?”
When she chuckled, I smiled, and I heard a few other kids joined in as well. Why not? Miss McKinney was amazing, and I felt my heart leap in my chest at the knowledge that every single one of my remaining days at Westmoreland High School was going to end with Miss McKinney as my seventh period English teacher.
“All right, I’ll leave you to it,” said Principal Striver, glaring around for a moment before turning and exiting the classroom.
I don’t really remember how Miss McKinney began her first lesson with us. All I know is that I never got tired of looking at her. Whether she was writing on the chalkboard or calling on us to read a passage aloud from our textbook, I was on cloud nine.
When you’re a guy like me, who hasn’t had much luck talking to girls, you have to spend your days torn between two equally painful choices.
If you want to look at a pretty girl, you can only glance at her indirectly or look at her in short bursts or else she will think you’re creepy. But if you don’t look at all, then you’ll never know which girl you like enough to summon up the courage to go talk to them.
With Miss McKinney, however, I was allowed to drink her in with my eyes as long as I liked! Why not? She was my teacher. She was standing in front of all of us. It was her job to be looked at, and so that is exactly what I did.
When I got tired of noticing how cute and pert her nose was, I would spend a few minutes letting my eyes roam across the front of her sweater, trying to estimate how big her boobs were and what kind of bra she was wearing.
If Miss McKinney went to pick something up off her desk, my gaze would jump straight to her backside, demurely hidden underneath the fabric of her skirt yet with still enough bounce to tell me there was a real treasure waiting to be uncovered. If she wrote on the board, I’d watch the hemline of her skirt as it jiggled ever so slightly, making me wish for a gust of air to come through the window and lift it up.
She really was amazing. I’d already estimated her height when she stood next to the flagpole, so I knew that I was about four inches or so taller than her. She was petite and athletic and had an easygoing smile that instantly lit up the room. Best of all, despite being a college graduate, she looked the same age as me or possibly even younger, meaning she and I would be a perfect fit.
Of course, even in my daydream, I knew that there was zero chance of us ever getting together. After all, why would such a beautiful, charming, and intelligent young woman like Miss McKinney ever choose me when it was obvious that half the guys in class were crushing over her already? Even Zeke Daniels, who was a starter on the football team, was tracking her every move with stars in her eyes.
Nonetheless, when the bell rang and Miss McKinney asked for volunteers to help carry in a few boxes from her car, I raised my hand. Since I had a pretty egregious boner going on at the time, I’m not really sure why I did it except that I was probably hoping she might look me in the eye for one second so I could savor that memory later at home.
“You. I’m sorry. What’s your name?” said Miss McKinney, startling me out of my reverie when my wildest dream came true and she pointed right at me.
“S-S-Stephen,” I stuttered, causing many of the kids to break out into laughter.
“Stephen? That’s a nice name,” said Miss McKinney, giving me a smile that made my heart pound. “Are you strong, Stephen? Because some of the boxes are quite heavy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said with a gulp.
“All right then, perfect!” said Miss McKinney, turning to face the others. “Okay, class, read chapters 42 and 43 for tomorrow, and I guess I’ll see you then!”
A bunch of the guys shot me envious looks as everyone else filed out of the classroom. It was only when it was just the two of us that it fully dawned on me that I was still sporting some major wood.
“Well?” said Miss McKinney, one hand on her slender hip as she chuckled. “Are you coming?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, my face burning hot as I slid out of my desk, angling myself so I was behind her as we walked out of the classroom.
“My goodness, what a warm day!” exclaimed Miss McKinney as we hit the bright sunshine of the parking lot.
“It sure is,” I said with a nervous gulp, discreetly tugging at the crotch of my pants to try and hide my indiscretion.
“In this weather, I wasn’t quite sure what to wear for this job, you know?” said Miss McKinney, leading me over to a small compact car. “Say, you don’t think my skirt is too short, do you?”
Would You Like a Ride?
“Huh?” I said, feeling like I was about to faint. “Oh no, no, it’s, uh, fine.”
Yes, her skirt was a bit short for a strictly professional setting, but I’d have rather cut off my own tongue than tell her that. In fact, in my secret heart of hearts, I was praying she might wear an even shorter one tomorrow.
“Sorry about all this,” said Miss McKinney, using her keys to lift the trunk of her car. “I just wasn’t quite sure where you all were at in terms of literature, so I wanted to be prepared.”
“No problem,” I said, perspiration beginning to break out on my forehead.
As it turned out, the trunk was filled with cardboard boxes containing books, many of them with the tell-tale featureless covers and tiny writing of a “classic.” I don’t know why, but people in the old days preferred their books without pictures on the front or fonts that grabbed your attention.
The first box I picked up was extraordinarily heavy, but I didn’t mind as it served as the perfect shield for my bulging crotch. Miss McKinney smiled as she accompanied me back inside the school, gesturing where she wanted me to put the box. After a couple rounds of that, I was sweating in earnest, but at least my boner had died down to a half-chub.
It took an even dozen trips before I finally got all of her stuff from the car moved into the classroom, including a box filled with what looked like rolled-up posters. Miss McKinney never once carried anything herself, but having her next to me was all the reward I needed.
“Wow, thank you, Steve,” said Miss McKinney once the last box was in position. “You’ve been a real help.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, feeling incredibly pleased with myself.
“I hope I’m not keeping you from any extra-curricular activities,” said Miss McKinney, giving me a strange look.
“Huh? What? Oh gosh, no,” I said, my cheeks sizzling with heat. “I, uh... I’m just going home.”
“Really?” said Miss McKinney, arching an eyebrow. “And where is home?”
I was confused at first, but then I realized she was asking me what part of town I lived in, so I told her. As soon as she heard that, she nodded and smiled.
“Well listen, I’m headed that way myself,” said Miss McKinney. “Would you like a ride?”
I paused for a moment simply because my overheated brain was unable to process what was going on. Was a teacher really offering to drive me home in her own personal car? And not only a teacher, but a gorgeous young female one wearing a short skirt? It was like something out of a movie, so surreal that I could scarcely believe it.
“Um, sure,” I said.
“Great!” said Miss McKinney, giving me a big smile that had me buzzing all over.
When we returned to the parking lot, most of the cars were gone, and there were only a few students milling around in the distance. It was a shame, really, because I would’ve loved to see the reaction of the other kids when they caught sight of me sitting next to Miss McKinney as we drove off.
Even so, I was more than happy to spend time next to her in such close quarters. As soon as the engine turned over, the sound system roared to life, playing an upbeat song that I didn’t recognize.
“Oops!” said Miss McKinney with a giggle, pressing the button to cut it off mid-word. “I know it’s silly, but I’ve loved that band ever since I was a young girl.”
“Oh hey, don’t turn it off on my account,” I said.
“Really? You don’t mind?” said Miss McKinney, turning to look at me. “I was just nervous about my first day and everything, so I was playing it to boost my spirits.”
“Turn it up!” I said, giving her a warm smile, my heart galloping in my chest as she cranked up the volume.
As soon as we got on the main drag, she rolled down her window, allowing me to drink in the marvel of seeing her long, lustrous hair blowing in the breeze. Sitting so close to her, I spotted a tiny freckle on her shoulder when the arm of her sweater slipped down a bit, and for some reason, that made me fall in love with her even more.
Between that brief glimpse of bare skin and watching her supple thighs move as she bopped along to the music, my erection was raging at full strength as we zoomed across the city. However, when the song came to an end, she pressed the button to kill the radio.
“That’s it. Hang a left there,” I said, pointing.
“Wow, this is a great neighborhood,” said Miss McKinney as we got closer to my house. “One day, if I can save up enough money, I’d love to buy a house in this part of town.”
“Yeah, it’s all right,” I said with a shrug, utterly bored by the suburban sameness of it all.
“Right now, I’m renting an apartment,” said Miss McKinney, dropping the name of a complex that I’d heard of but never visited. “It’s all right, I guess, but kind of small. The good news, though, is that there’s a swimming pool.”
“Ah,” I said. “Okay, take the next right.”
“First thing I’m going to do when I get home is get out of these clothes and go lay out by the pool,” said Miss McKinney with a little giggle. “Oops! I probably shouldn’t be telling one of my students that.”
“Oh hey, it’s all right,” I said, trying my best to sound nonchalant even though I was already aflame with the mental image of her in a bikini.
“All right, this is me,” I said, pointing at my house.
“Okay, well, thanks again for helping me,” said Miss McKinney, giving me a little pat on my leg. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
“Yep,” I said with a hard gulp, my boner threatening to rip right through the fabric of my pants.
I got out of her car as gracefully as I could, wheeling around so that the door blocked my crotch so she wouldn’t see my shameful reaction to being in her divine presence. I then gave her a little wave and stood there as she drove off, only going inside once she was safely out of sight.
Luckily, neither of my parents were home, so I went straight up to my room and began jerking off the second the door was closed behind me. A part of my mind knew it was wrong for me to be doing that, especially since Miss McKinney was my teacher, but I just couldn’t help myself.
After all, I was a horny young man who had only been kissed three times in his entire life, and I’d certainly never ridden upfront in a car with someone as sexy as Miss McKinney.
As I let my mind flood with all the images of her I’d seen today, it was the memory of her hand briefly resting on my leg that sent me over the edge as I pretended that she had noticed the bulge in my crotch and started touching it, telling me in that sweet voice of hers how impressed she was by its size.
Of course, I knew it was all a fantasy, but that didn’t stop me from blasting off two good ones in a row, something I’d never been able to achieve before. For more popular and good-looking guys, maybe that wasn’t a big deal, but for me, it was a record to be proud of. After all, it was as close to having sex with a hot chick as I was ever going to get.
Or so I thought at the time.