Andrew Lake Part 1 – My Kinky Chemistry Teacher

My eyes hurt from staring at the small screen all night, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I had been watching porn for what felt like ages, stroking myself to women on the internet doing unimaginable things to one another. I felt like a sick pervert inside, but I was far too busy to concern myself with such guilt. It seemed, however, that tonight I found less interest in the fake women on the screen. I had grown tired of pleasuring myself to imaginary people I would never meet. Then, I noticed a flashing banner at the top of the screen.

My name is Andrew Lake. I am a junior at Brickton High School, even though I just turned 18 last month. I don’t consider myself unhappy, just a little out of place. I’m a smart kid, but I’m not the brightest bulb in terms of social interaction. I only had a few friends, all of which in similar situations as me, and not a single girlfriend throughout my school career. Hense, my porn addiction. Romantic relationships aside, I had a pretty decent life, just not a perfect one. My life was, however, about to take a good turn.

In bright flashing letters, an advertisement read, “Talk to women as horny as you! For free!” and at first I gave it no consideration. I had seen advertisements like this countless times, all intended to draw in lonely guys such as myself, give them a free trial, and then slam them with a bill if they want to continue using the site. If that were not bad enough, the women were usually no more appealing than the male clientele. After a few seconds, however, I looked back at the ad. My current desire to talk to a real person got the better of me, and I clicked twice. I stylish home page came up, with a small selection of online females at the bottom. Most of the accounts had no profile picture, and those that did obviously had stolen photographs of porn stars. I sickened myself, but at the same time I was intrigued. I clicked the “sign up” button at the top of the page, and was surprised to find that the advertisement had been true, and there was no box asking for my credit card number.

After I had registered under my usual porn username and email, I was given a list of choices of people to talk to. I absentmindedly clicked on a random profile, and soon I found myself in a chat window. Before long a red, “Hello” popped up on screen, and I mimicked the greeting.

atomicpussy92: Hello

Drakeman314: Hello

atomicpussy92: How are you? 😉

I had to laugh at the username, but then realized that mine was pretty lame. I continued.

Drakeman314: I’m fine how about you?

atomicpussy92: I’m great. Tell me about yourself.

Drakeman314: I have brown hair, blue eyes, and I’m 6′ tall.

atomicpussy92: Any other dimensions? 😉

I thought about lying but decided to not bother.

Drakeman314: 6″

atomicpussy92: I’m blonde, brown eyes, 5′ 8″, DD tits

Drakeman314: How old are you?

atomicpussy92: 30

I froze for a second. Should I be having this conversation with a woman 12 years my senior? I decided I didn’t care and moved on.

Drakeman314: I’m 18

Now there was a pause, and I was almost sure she was going to leave the chat when another message popped up.

atomicpussy92: Ok.

After that we talked some more, telling the occasional dirty comment or sexy secret. I learned her name was Kate, she was a teacher, and she was almost as perverted as I was. She seemed to get a thrill from sharing all of this information with a complete stranger, and I wondered if I felt the same. After some time, Kate said she had to go to bed, we then swapped phone numbers and logged off. As I closed my eyes, I felt content with my perversion for the first time in my life.

The next morning was a rude awakening, I had been up until 2:00 AM, and my body was not forgiving. I slept through my first two hours, and I was well rested by the time I made my way to my third hour. I stepped in the door to my Chemistry class just as the bell rang, and I quickly found my seat. Now chemistry was the bane of my existence. No matter what I tried I could not comprehend the subject. Regardless, I did my best to concentrate as class began.