Chapter 8
"Don't forget the final is next time." Uttered my English teacher in his monotone voice.
"Riiing...Riiing...Riiing!" declared the bell. Finally, that seemed like it would never end. I thought as I gathered my stuff and walked out the door. The worst part about the last weeks of school were all the tests, it was stressful.
I was headed to my next class when I turned the corner and ran head into someone causing me to drop my binder. I bent down to pick it up and so did the other person. She was wearing a loose shirt which made it so I could peek in at her giant boobs.
I'd know those titts anywhere. I thought. I looked up and confirmed my suspicions, it was Mrs. Davis.
"Mrs. Davis, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"I was just dropping a book off to Sarah that she needed." she answered. "But I'm glad I saw you. Think you could do me another big favor?"
"What is it?" I asked
"Well my daughters science final is tomorrow. Could you stop by after school today and help her study again?" she asked smiling. Science? I thought Science finals were over?
"Ya of course." I answered without hesitating.
"Thank's, you're awesome." she said. Then she ruffled my hair like I was a little kid and walked away. But I guess I kind of am a little kid to her, she's at least twenty years older than me. But man I would do anything to hook up with her.
After school I hurried over to Mrs. Davis' house. I only had time to knock once before she opened the door and I got an instant boner. She's looking sexy as usual.
She had changed since I had seen her at the school. She was wearing a skin tight t shirt with jeans. Her giant titts looked like they were about to rip right through her thin shirt and her juicy ass really filled out her jeans.
I noticed her blue eyes drop down and linger at the bulge in my pants. Is she checking out my dick? No, she couldn't be.
"Chris come in." she said with a huge grin. I walked in and she closed the door behind me. "I'm so sorry Chris, when I asked you to come over I had completely forgotten that my daughter had dance lessons today so she's not here."
"That's okay, I'll just get out of your way." I said.
"No you're not a bother. You can stay a while." she answered back.
Stay a while? I'm starting to get déjà vu here.
"Uh...sure...why not." I muttered.
"So do you have any big plans for this summer?" she asked as she took another quick glance at the bulge in my pants.
She is! She is checking out my dick!
"No not really." I answered. She opened the freezer and reached inside.
"Popsicle?" she asked me.
"Uh no thanks...I'm good." I answered. She shrugged, pulled one out for herself and threw the wrapper in the garbage.
"So I talked with my daughter about you." she said with a smile. Then she gave the popsicle a lick.
"Huh? What did she say?" I asked confused.
"She thinks you're really cute." she said. Then she slowly slid the popsicle into her mouth and took a step closer to me so we were only a couple feet apart.
I wish I was that popsicle!
"Oh...well...I uh..." I mumbled blushing.
"You should take her on a date sometime." she suggested. She started sliding the grape flavored popsicle in and out of her mouth.
"I..uh...don't know about that..." I answered bashfully.
"She's not your type?" she asked as she took another step closer to me so we were about a foot away.
We're getting so close her giant titts are almost touching me.
"Uh...no...it's not that...It's just..." I babbled. I couldn't stop watching her lips move up and down the frozen treat.
"What is your type then Chris?" she asked as she stepped even closer so that there was no space left between us.
Oh my goodness! Her giant titts are brushing against me!
"My type? Well uh..." I said unsurely. She slid the popsicle out of her mouth and tossed it into the sink. Apparently not interested in it any more.
"I know what your type is...you're into older women aren't you Chris." she said. My face turned bright red.
"Uh...I don't..." I said with a loss for words.
"Mrs. Jensen told me what happened Chris." she said. Not taking her eyes off me.
Oh no! She can't be talking about what I think she's talking about can she?!
"Uh...what did she tell you?" I said, playing dumb.
"She told...me how...you... fucked her brains out." she said slowly.
Oh shit! Why would Mrs. Jensen tell?! Now Mrs. Davis will for sure tell my parents and I'll be dead!?
"Mrs. Davis...I.. uh...I don't..." I didn't know what to say.
"Shhh..." she said. "It's ok Chris...You're not in any trouble."
I'm not? She slid her hands up her body and cupped her breasts. She started lightly pushing them together and messaging them. Oh my! What's she doing! She's going to give me a heart attack!
"No, you're not in trouble at all if you do one thing for me." she whispered as she kept rubbing her breasts with one hand the other went down between her legs.