Extra Credit

(Part 1 from 1)

***This story refers to an experience that happened to a friend of mine. I just prefer to write in the first person.

It was 3:00 on a Friday afternoon and I was ready to go home. I had the house all to myself this weekend since my parents had decided to go on a fishing trip. After saying goodbye to my friends for the day and promising to call them I finally made my way to my car. Getting in, I put the key in the ignition and started to crank it up. But nothing happened!

All of my guy friends had already left so I went to see if there was anybody in the building who would help me. Apparently even the teachers want to get of school as fast as they can on a Friday; I couldn't find anybody! Eventually I stumbled upon Mr. Martin, the European history teacher, who was locking his door, getting ready to leave.

"Mr. Martin?"

"Yes, Amy? Can I help you?"

He was staring right into my eyes and my breath got caught in my throat. Now to understand why, Mr. Martin is fuckin' hot! He's from England, has long, dark hair, and dark, almost black eyes. And since it was casual Friday he was wearing pretty normal clothes, which for him was a black t-shirt with a pair of dark jeans. In short, if you asked any girl at school who'd they rather it would be Mr. Martin.

"Um, um, yeah! My car isn't starting and I couldn't find anybody and I was wondering if you could help me?"

I was saying that so fast that my voice ended up being all squeaky and I sounded like a five year old!

"Yeah, yeah, calm down Amy! I was a mechanic before I got my teaching license."

You would be I thought to myself. Walking with him back to my car I couldn't help but steal glances at his profile. His torso was practically threatening to bust out of his shirt! Just thinking about what was underneath, including that rumored skull tattoo on his back was making me go weak in the knees and I found myself getting aroused.

"You're starter is shot. Well this is a bloody mess! Have you called your parents yet to come get you?"

"What? Oh! No, they're gone for the weekend so I'm home all alone. I don't have enough money to call for a tow or anything."

"Bloody hell! Well that's quite alright. I'll give you a ride home. In fact I'll come back here tomorrow and fix that starter for you, free of charge."

"Oh would you! That would be great!"

"Sure thing Amy, no problem. Well, let's go. Whereabouts do you live?"

"Actually I live about thirty minutes from here. All the way up to the northern edge of the county."

"Well that's the complete opposite way I was heading but it's quite alright. I'll be glad when they finally finish with the new high school so that you students don't have to drive so far."

"Yeah, well I'll be graduated by then so I don't care. Whoa! This is your car, Mr. Martin?"

"Yes Amy, it is. This, my lady, is a genuine 1956 Jaguar XK140 Roadster. I was not leaving England without this baby. Shall we?"

He opened the door and helped me in. My gosh, these English guys are such gentlemen!

"I would suggest tying your hair up. I like to put the top down."

We sped out of the parking lot with the music blaring. It was a great song; of course it sounded like some British rock that I absolutely love.

"Mr. Martin, who is this? I don't think I've ever heard this song before and I love British rock!"

"Why my dear, you better not have heard it, not yet anyway. That's my band, Bad Situation. The name of the song is called I Got Lucky."

"I Got Lucky?"

"Yes, referring to the drummer's experiences one night with a slapper."

"A what?"

"A slapper. I believe you Americans prefer the word tramp. No worries though, he was just a little tipsy."

"You need to tell the singer that he has a great voice. He sounds like the guy from Oasis!"

"Why thank you Amy! I get that a lot."

"You're the singer!"

"The one and only Jude Martin who sounds like Liam Gallagher? Why yes I am."

"Wow! You are awesome! Oh, Mr. Martin, turn here. 3540."

"Jude."

"Excuse me?"

"My name's Jude. Yeah, we're finally getting signed! This is our demo and I like to listen to it occasionally. After this year I'm going back to England to really record an album with the guys. No, don't get up."

He gets out of the car and opens my door. Such a gentleman! He holds out his hand for me and this contact sends shivers down my spine. Between the fact that he is gorgeous, has an English accent, works on cars, has band, and could possibly be famous one day, I am all worked up and just want to get in the house and work myself off.

"Thank you Mr. Mar, I mean Jude. You really didn;t have to do that, or anything for that matter."

"My pleasure Amy. I suppose must be going now."

"Oh no, not yet! I haven't even invited you in yet!"

"Well alright then. I suppose I can spare a couple of moments."

We go into the house and make Mr. Martin a cup of tea. I told him that I would be right back. I go upstairs, a nasty idea springing into my head. He's already in my house, I am so close to actually doing something with him. Why not spice things up a bit?

I take off my school clothes and put on a pair of short shorts and a spaghetti strap that leaves my stomach exposed.

"My goodness Amy, do you just go throw that on when you have company on?"

"No sir, I just really wanted to be comfortable that's all. Would you like some more tea? I can make another cup."

"Why yes, that would be lovely. It was very good. I can't wait to taste more."

Did he just wink at me? I think he did! My pussy starts to get wet again as I go into the kitchen. I bend down to get the tea out of the cupboard giving him a very nice view of my ass. I can see in the reflection on the refrigerator that he is staring at it with a pleased expression on his face. I smirk to myself, thinking all men are alike. Show them an ass and they go crazy.

I walk back into the living room and give him his tea. He drinks it very slowly, like a proper gentleman.

"So you're parents left you here all by yourself? Aren't they afraid something might happen to you?"

"Well I'm sure they are but I am 18 now Mr. Martin. How old are you?"

"Jude. I'm 23."

"I mean Jude. Wow, 23! That's really young for a teacher. I'll be alright though. This is hardly the first time I have been left alone. Besides, I can't miss school!"

"No I suppose not. Well thank you Amy for your hospitality but I must be going. I'll come by tomorrow when I have fixed your car. Have a good night!"

"Oh look, there's the remote!"

The remote is on the other side of the couch so I reach over him to get it. I deliberately push him back, hand on his chest while I graze my tits over his groin. However I was not expecting him to grab my hand and pull me onto him.

Giving me a steely glare, "I'd quit that if I were you or you'll do something you regret."

"I don't know what you're talking about Mr. Martin!"

Whispering in my ear, "You want this!"

He thrusts up so that I can feel his hardened cock against my pussy. I let out involuntary moan which causes him to smirk against my ear.


"You don't know, huh? Well than I guess you won't mind this."

Putting a hand up shirt he runs his fingers over my nipples which immediately harden at the contact.

"AHH! Mr. Martin!"

"Yes?"

"I want...I want.."

"Hm?"

"I want you!"

"That's what I thought."

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He eagerly crushes his lips to mine, trying to push his tongue into mine. Who am I to say no? I open my mouth and he thrusts his tongue in, claiming my mouth as his.

"Bedroom."

"Huh."

"Bedroom!"

"Oh! Up the stairs, on the right."

Picking me up, I wrap my legs around his waist while he carries me up the stairs. Opening my door he throws me on the bed and climbs on top of me. He takes my shirt off and starts to rub my boobs while still assaulting my mouth. I arch up into his touch, wanting more.

"Mr. Martin! Please, please!"

Unhooking my bra he moves his mouth down to my breasts gently sucking a nipple while rubbing the other. He then switches it up to make sure that each gets the same attention. He only stopped long enough to take his shirt off. The rumors were true; he did have tattoos which made him look even sexier, if that was even possible.

I started to lick him, all over his chest, taking his nipples in my mouth. This was the farthest I had ever gone with a guy and when I heard him groan I knew that I was doing something right. Seeing the growing bulge in his pants I got even bolder.

Undoing his pants I pulled them down, then his boxers and I was greeted with the sight of his cock. My first cock I thought to myself. After staring at it for a few seconds I decided that I wanted to taste it. After all, isn't that what you're supposed to do? I took his dick in my mouth and started sucking, running my hands up his length while doing so.

"Oh god, that's it baby. Suck my dick! You American girls sure no how to suck a dick. Fuck yeah!"

The second I stopped to breathe he came and squirted his cum all over my face. Needless to say I was quite shocked at this but it only turned me on even more.

"Oh shit babe I am so sorry! That was just bloody awful! I didn't mean to blow my load all over your face."

"It's OK Mr. Martin. I think I liked it."

"Jude. Now it's your turn. Lie down on your back."

Doing as I was told I laid down and spread my legs. I could smell my pussy juices; my cunt was just waiting to be touched. He crouched down on the side of the bed and began to eat my pussy. Having never experienced this before I jumped on the bed. This newfound contact was driving me insane and I only wanted more.

While my pussy was being assaulted by his tongue he was frantically rubbing my clit with his thumb. A finger slipped inside and I arched up, wanting it to go all the way in.

"Oh my goodness, you are so tight Amy! So tight!"

"Mmhmm, don't stop. Don't stop!"

Not stopping, he added another finger, then another until he was pumping them as fast as they could go while licking my clit.

"Ah yeah, yeah! Eat my pussy, that's it, eat my pussy!"

I had no idea how dirty I could sound and my own words caused me to orgasm. After riding the waves of my orgasm he clambered on top of me. I could feel his dick sliding in and I started to tense up. Apparently I got this frightened look on my face because he stopped and pulled out.

"Amy, what's wrong? This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Well yeah, it's just that I never thought I would make it this far. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in my position right now?"

"The lot of the female population at Eastern Randolph and a few guys probably. Don't worry about it. It'll be alright."

"I'm, I'm scared."

"Why? You have had sex before, right? You certainly can suck a dick like a pro."

"..."

"Amy?"

"No. I'm still a virgin."

"What? No way! With a body like this I thought for sure you had found some strapping young man to take you."

"Nope. Not yet. Until now."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"NO! I mean, I don't know! AH! Just do it already!"

"Alright. I promise I'll be gentle."

He kisses me rather chastely on the lips and proceeds to enter me again. My pussy walls are reacting to this foreign thing inside, trying to push his dick out, but he just keeps right on going. When he reaches the barrier he stops.

"I'm sorry love. Really I am."

And with that he thrusts through, filling me to the hilt and sending me screaming. Good God, this was a bad idea! It hurts so fucking much!

He still hasn't moved yet and is whispering sweet words in my ear. Of course I'm not paying attention to them; I'm more tuned into the fact that his dick isn't hurting me as much and is actually starting to feel pretty damn good! I arch my back up, letting him know that I'm ready for him to continue.

He pulls his dick back then thrusts in again, slowly at first then picking up the pace. I start screaming out random words of pleasure, urging him to go faster and harder.

"Oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah! Faster, faster! Fuck my pussy baby, come on, fuck my pussy!"

"AH, you feel so good! My gosh Amy, your pussy feels so good around my dick. Cum for me baby, come on, cum for me!"

"Oh my god, Mr. Martin, Mr. Martin!"

"Say my name Amy, say my name."

"Mr. Martin, yes, yes!"

"My name Amy, my name!"

"SAY MY NAME!!!"

"JUDE! JUDE! Oh my god, Jude!"

I finally cum for him, milking his dick for all that it's worth. He shoots his cum into me and collapses on top of me but I don't care.

After about ten minutes he pulls out of me, much to my dismay.

"Are you going to be alright here? I've got to go. Don't worry I'll be back tomorrow. And maybe then, I can show you some new tricks."

And with that he leaves, just leaving me lying on the bed in my cum soaked sheets. And I couldn't be any happier.

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