IHNC 5.5 – Christine’s First Time

IHNC 5.5 – Christine’s First Time


(These events are from the viewpoint of Christine Johnson, High School biology teacher who found out

about the affair between Ed and Becky.)


Sex, sex, sex. That’s all anyone ever talked about anymore. Every note being passed in class was

about who loves whom. Every discussion in the teacher’s lounge was who was dating whom. Every

program on the television was naked bodies writing in passion. Even my once pure romance novels no

longer were about eternal love, every unwritten word in those unwritten chapters, the characters were

rutting like wild animals in the night. All my brain could think of was mad, lust-driven sexual

intercourse.

‘This shouldn’t be happening’ I told myself. I’ve been having periods for almost ten years now! I

knew my body and hormones couldn’t be trusted to make sense; I was smart, educated, and knew better

than a base animal. I was in control of my body, my mind, and my life. I would meet the right man,

I just knew it. Then I would simply marry him and live happily ever after, right?

That’s how I’d gotten through college. While many of my other collegiate compatriots frolicked at

wild drunken orgies each weekend, I studied hard and got straight A’s. It hadn’t been too hard to

avoid those crazy parties as I was rarely invited to them anyway. I was rewarded with graduating far

at the head of my class, just as Mother always said I would.

But, oh how hard it had been waiting for that day, saving myself for my Prince Charming. My brain

forced me to replay every time a guy had asked me to study, drink, walk, or talk with him. But none

of them we my prince or I would have known, right? Eventually the guys had stopped hitting on me

altogether. I over-heard one time two guys talking behind my back that I was known as a the ‘Frigid

Genius’ on account that I was always at the top of the class, but never left my dorm room but to

attend class and eat.

I’d survived by shutting all that out. I’d have my prince and all the love I could want when the

time was right. Mother always said I had to finish college first, settle into a good job; only then

would a respectable man take me seriously as a woman. But now that I’d been truly on my own for over

a year now I knew the truth. While other women were already having families, I was just working with

a flock of mother hen teachers, some married older male teachers, and a gaggle of horny teens.

Unable to stop my thoughts from straying back again, like I had already a thousand times that week, I

pictured Edward Font, the male teacher across the hall who was just a little older than me, and how

he nearly raped Rebecca Whitmore in his classroom during one lunch break. His strong hands grasping

her young blonde head, forcing her to fellatio him in an animalistic fashion. It was raw and

unchained lust, and the young blonde cheerleader gasped after swallowing his seed, then rose to kiss

him afterwards. I’d already masturbated so many times remembering the scene that I’d lost count, but

now I knew more.

Yesterday Edward shared lunch with me and somehow I couldn’t stand it and just confessed that I’d

seen it. He surprised me further by confessing that he’d had sex with her as well. Now as the lunch

bell rang and the class filed out of my biology class. I knew Edward was coming to see me today, as

I promised not to tell anyone until he gave me the full story. He’d promised to do at lunch today,

so here I was, nervously waiting, and already the anticipation was making my vagina flood to the

point of euphoria.

I ate some crackers for something to eat, not wanting to leave, but too anxious to eat anything more.

Soon the tall, smartly dress teacher across the hall arrived at my door. “Christine.” He said

simply before closing the door behind him. Damn! My pussy convulsed again as it now did every time

I’d seen him since that day. He had always been kind and friendly with me, and listened to what I

had to say, unlike any other male that had ever talked to me for more than two minutes that I had

ever meet, he didn’t try to tell me what to do.

He sat in one of the kid’s desk-chairs that he pulled up closer to her desk so they could talk

quietly. He thought quietly for a few moments before talking, “So, about Becky…” He looked very

nervous, and then continued speaking. His story told of how Becky had tried to blackmail him, and

then her mother Judy had asked him to teach her about sex, ending in him eventually taking her

virginity. My pussy was literally soaking my panties and probably my skirt as well as I tried not to

move, enthralled with this real-life novel that was hotter than any dime-store paperback that I’d

ever read.

He didn’t go into details about the sex, but my mind filled in all the blanks as he finished

speaking. “So now she’s not taking no for an answer. I’ve tried to motivate her back to studies, or

boys her own age, but I just don’t know what she sees in me.”

My heart fluttered for him and I knew he needed my help. Finally daring to speak, I cleared my

throat and said, “Well, you’re intelligent and secure in your lifestyle. You are obviously potent as

you’ve already fathered children. But also sensitive since you talk with her and care about her

feelings.”

He nodded and smiled at me and I almost came right then staring into those deep blue eyes. “Thanks

for understanding and not freaking out Christine. I have to admit that I was worried that you’d

report me, but I knew you’d be reasonable if I got the chance to tell you the truth.“

I felt like I’d just been stabbed in the heart. All he wanted was to get away with it! He didn’t

care at all about what I thought, just that I didn’t turn him in. Well he hadn’t yet… “I never said

I wouldn’t report you…” I said it softly, but it still sounded loud and out of character for me in

the stillness of the normally loud and busy classroom.

It stayed as quiet as a crypt for several seconds, except for the quiet click of the clock above the

door which I stared at, seeing we still had several minutes until the bell rang again bringing the

waves of students back to our classes. And a full minute clicked by before Edward spoke again.