Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2006 18:19:49 +0000 (GMT)
From: Lucy Roberts <lucyrobertstv@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: keeping teacher happy (TV teen)

If you like it let me know Lucy Roberts

Ian sat down on the stool in the chemistry laboratory. He was
fairly happy in that he liked Chemistry and he liked the teacher
Mr Beales. But more he liked the feel as he moved his bottom around
on the stool. The reason for that was that this seemingly ordinary
school boy was different from every other school boy, or at least
that was how Ian thought of it.

Every since he'd been about 5 years old Ian had had this thing
About women's underwear. He began by wearing his mother's panties
and now, aged fifteen, he liked nothing better than to come to school
wearing a pair of panties. These days they were his own, bought
with money from the part-time job he had. He wished he could
buy more things because he loved feminine clothes but he had
little money and nowhere safe to store things.

So here he was enjoying the feel of his panties. He thought to himself
that probably he was wearing the sexiest panties in the class, though
not knowing what the girls were wearing he had no way of knowing.

This was the last lesson of the day and he was looking forward to
going home and lying on his bed in his panties and a slip he had
and slowly masturbating to a fulfilling climax.

However just before the end of the lesson Mr Beales asked him if
he would like to stay behind and help him with some things.

Ian ever helpful said he would.

So at the end of the lesson Ian stayed behind and helped Mr Beales
clear up the lab and then putting things back into the stock room,
well it was more of a cupboard than room. Because the room was so
small the two of them kept brushing against each other as they moved
around. At one point Ian thought he felt Mr Beales hand move across
his bottom. It made Ian start. No surely he couldn't have done it
on purpose could he? But when it happened again about ten minutes
later, Ian began to wonder. Finally they were finished.

Mr Beales draped an arm loosely over Ian's shoulders, "thanks for
your help, Ian." He said. "Would you like a lift home?"

Ian said he would and they went down to the staff car park and got
into Mr Beales car.

It was a bit ancient and to begin with Ian struggled to sort out
the seat belt.

"Let me help you with that," said Mr Beales, "it is a bit tricky."

He leant across Ian to grab the offending belt, bringing their
bodies briefly into close contact.

The rest of the journey went without incident.

That night as he lay in bed Ian went over the events of the day.
He wondered if he had been imagining it and even if he wasn't
what he thought about it. For a while he fantasised about
Mr Beales' hands running over his bottom, perhaps even over
his pantied bottom, was that what he wanted? The fact that
his prick was creating a tent in his lilac panties showed
that yes he did want it.

Before he went to sleep Ian resolved to try and see what Mr
Beales was after even if he had no way of knowing where
it might lead.

The next day Ian rushed from his class to be outside Mr Beales'
laboratory as break started. When Mr Beales came out Ian went
up to him, "Sir," he said, "I could spare half an hour or so
after school today if you wanted any more help."

Mr Beales took him up on the offer and Ian thought he sensed
an eagerness in his response or was he just wanting to see that?

Whatever throughout the rest of the day Ian was more than ever
conscious of the panties he was wearing and the excitement that
kept growing in them.

When school finished Ian quickly made his way to Mr Beales
laboratory. He ascertained what needed doing and began to do
it, cleaning out equipment and so on.

Once the equipment was cleaned he began to put it away in the
stock room.

It was when he began going in and out of the stock room that
Mr Beales came near. Again a number of times they brushed
against each other in the room.

At one point as Ian stood putting some beakers on a shelf
Mr Beales put his hands on Ian's waist to move him to one side.

Ian gave a little giggle as if it was tickling.

"Are you that ticklish Ian?" Mr Beales asked.

"Yes I am quite ticklish sir," Ian said.

With that the teacher began to touch him and ask, "are
you ticklish here?"

Ian was quite ticklish and so it wasn't hard to fake it and
he began to writhe and the more he did so the more Mr Beales
touched him, which was just what Ian wanted. Soon he was
quite breathless, "please stop sir."

When Mr Beales stopped they were face to face and quite close
ith Mr Beales hand still on Ian's waist. If ever there was a
pregnant moment this was it and Ian would have loved the
teacher to have reached forward and held him and yes even
kissed him.

But suddenly the moment passed and rectitude reasserted itself.

Ian continued putting things away but it wasn't always easy
to find a space.

"I can't find anywhere to put this," he said holding a large jar.

"I know," replied Mr Beales, "this place needs sorting out."

Ian immediately picked up, "I could help you with that."

It was agreed that they would come in on the following Saturday
morning and totally re-order the stockroom.

Ian couldn't wait for Saturday and yet he had no real idea
what he wanted to happen. He knew he liked Mr Beales and
perhaps even more but surely nothing could happen.

Ian arrived on Saturday morning in t-shirt and jeans but
with his best pair of white nylon panties underneath.

The two of them started working and after a while Ian exclaimed
that he was feeling hot and used it as an excuse to shed his
t-shirt. It didn't take long before Mr Beales put his hands on
Ian's waist to get round him. It was all Ian could do not to
lean back against him.

Ian was wondering how he could get into a situation where he
had to take off his trousers and reveal his panties but in
the end Mr Beales did it for him.

As Mr Beales was walking behind him carrying some liquid
in a beaker he seemed to stumble and some of the liquid
fell onto Ian's leg.

"Quick," Mr Beales said, "get your trousers off and I'll
run a basin of water to soak them in."

Ian quickly removed his jeans and ran into the lab to drop
them in the water, just wearing his white panties.

Mr Beales' eyes were almost out on stalks.

"You'd best go back into the stockroom," he said and followed
Ian in.

"I like the panties but they are a trifle unusual for a boy,"
he continued once they were both in the stockroom.

"I like wearing them," explained Ian. "They make me feel good.
They feel nice to touch..." The invitation was clearly there.

Mr Beales moved closer and put out one hand and touched Ian's
nylon clad bottom.

"Yes," he whispered, "they do feel nice."

Ian took a step closer to the teacher and lifted his head a
little. It was the sign the teacher needed and their lips met
as the teacher's arms enfolded Ian's lithe body and his hands
gently squeezed Ian's soft cheeks. Ian opened his mouth slightly
to let the man's insistent tongue in and then met it with his
own playing gently with the obvious passion of his suitor.

"Oh crumbs," said Mr Beales as they pulled apart. "I'm not
sure that I should have done that. I could lose my job."

"Do you hear me complaining?" Ian asked.

"Well no."

"Look I didn't have to come here this morning," Ian went on,
"and come to that nor did you. I think we both came hoping
something might happen. I certainly did which is why I
deliberately wore these panties. Now it has happened and
I'm glad and I hope that more might happen. I realise that
it is wrong but I want it to happen and I think you do too."

"Oh yes," replied Mr Beales, "I've fancied you for ages and
I think I sensed you had a feminine side to you."

"I certainly do. I love to dress and act as a girl."

Mr Beales then took control. "Well perhaps you could become
my special girl friend. But now I think we'd be better off
elsewhere but we do have to get the stockroom back to some
semblance of order before we go. You start getting things
back to where they came from and I'll be back in a moment."

With that he left the laboratory. Ian began to put things
back really enjoying the freedom to walk around in just
his panties but more enjoying the fact that he'd kissed
his teacher and that more was on offer.

In a few minutes Mr Beales came back with some clothes in
his hands.

"You can't wear your jeans when you leave here they'll need
to be washed so I brought you some trousers out of lost
property. But until we need to leave I wonder if you'd
like to wear these." He held up a white bra, and a girl's
PE top and gym skirt.

Ian was on them in a flash and soon had the bra on. He found
some tissues and put in a little padding. Then he turned
to Mr Beales, "you like what you see," he asked coquettishly.
It was clear that Mr Beales did. Ian then put on the top
and skirt.

"You look so like a girl," said Mr Beales.

"Thank you Mr Beales," Ian said.

"Look you'd better call me John" was the reply.

"And I think you should call me Lucy," was Ian's retort.

With that she stepped towards John and it was obvious what
she wanted and John was in no way reluctant. He took the
young schoolgirl in his arms and kissed her. His hands
went down her back and up under her short skirt to hold
her pert bottom and inevitable his prick grew hard
between them.

"I think we have a little problem down there," Lucy said
as she grabbed hold of the bulge in his trousers. Without
waiting for an answer she undid his button, slid down
the zipper and quickly released the throbbing prick
from John's pants.

It was long and hard and felt nice in Lucy's novice fingers.

Lucy knelt down with her face level with the prick.

She looked up at John, "every time you come into this
stockroom you'll remember this moment."

With that she leaned forward and took his prick in her mouth.
It was not a thing she had done before and yet it seemed so
natural. She wasn't conscious of any taste only of the
sensation of his hardness on her tongue and between her
lips. She had heard of people doing this and had wondered
what it would be like but had never dreamt that it would
be so easy and so good. She began to get into it bobbing
her head up and down on his prick. Such was the passion
of the moment that it wasn't long before John was spurting
strings of cum into her virgin mouth.

Lucy swallowed it down and was pleasantly surprised that
the taste wasn't horrible.

Eventually it was decided that they must get the stockroom
put back. Lucy really enjoyed working alongside John while
dressed in her short skirt, especially and John's hands
made regular visits up under her skirt to squeeze her
bottom. Frequently they took kiss breaks.

But at last the room was back to some semblance of order.

"So how about Lucy comes to pay me a visit and my house
tonight?" John asked.

"I'd love to," replied Ian, "but I have a very limited
wardrobe and as yet I haven't got a wig."

"Don't worry I'll get a few things. You just bring what
you have."

Ian reluctantly changed out of his bra, skirt and top.

He offered them back to John but he said, "You keep them.
Perhaps you might wear them again for me sometime."

Ian was more than pleased to pack them into a bag with
his trousers and take them home.

At home he had a quick bite of lunch and then began to
plan his afternoon.

He was going to go shopping but he had limited money so
some things that he might like such as a wig and breast
forms were out of his price range, even if he knew where
to get them. But he could get one or two things.

He caught the bus into town and went to his bank and took
out most of the money from his account. The situation meant
no half measures.

He decided to take his time and look round carefully before
making any purchases so that he didn't waste his money or
miss buying something he really wanted.

But after an hour his head was in a whirl. There was so
much stuff and it was hard to know where to begin and
what to buy.

It was then that he saw Beth and Jo, two friends from
school. They were the same age as him and he had always
got on quite well.

"Hi," Ian said, "I'm just going to get a drink do you
want to come?"

"We just want to get one or two things in this shop,"
they replied. "If you want to come in with us we'll
go on afterwards."

Ian did as they said and went into the shop with them.

It was a girl's clothes shop and one he hadn't been
in so far.

The next twenty minutes were an eye opener as the two
girls looked at and tried on different outfits, comparing
price, colours and styles of tops skirts and dresses.
Ian learnt so much in those wonderful minutes just by
listening and watching. They even commented on the
rack of underwear.

The two girls walked out with a couple of bags Ian walked
out with a much clearer mind on what he wanted to get.

"I hope that wasn't too boring," said Jo as they made
their way to the coffee shop.

"No not at all I wasn't doing much this afternoon,"
Ian replied.

"Girl's shopping can be a little dull," added Beth,
"unless of course you'd like what we bought."

Ian did indeed but wasn't about to let on. So, after
he'd shared a drink with them he made an excuse and
ran back to the shop certain that the two girls
wouldn't be there.

He knew exactly what he wanted and while it was a little
embarrassing taking the goods to the till Ian was determined.

Half an hour later saw him at home. He stood in the bathroom
naked and looked at his body. He took the decision that, if
he were going to do this, he would do it properly. So he
stepped into the shower and carefully removed all the
hair from his legs, arms, chest and under arms.

He then had a long deep soak in the bath.

By the time he had finished it was time to get ready to
leave for John's house.

Ian carefully packed all he thought he would need into
his rucksack, said goodbye to his parents and headed off.

As he approached John's house his heart was thudding against
his rib cage. Would John have had a change of mind? What if
he got rough or wanted to go further than Ian? But then Ian
remembered those magical moments of just a few hours ago.

John answered the door dressed casually in an open-necked
shirt and jeans.

He let Ian in and showed him upstairs to the bedroom.

"You can change in here." he said opening the door,
"there's something you might like on the bed. But
now I'll leave you to get changed. Come down when
you're ready."

So there was Ian in a man's bedroom about to transform
himself into a girl and knowing something of what
lay ahead.

One the bed was a bag Ian picked it up and looked inside. The
squeal he gave when he saw what it was was definitely girlish.
Ian drew out of the bag a long auburn wig. It was wonderful
and he put it on immediately. It changed the shape of his
face and it felt so good.

He quickly took it off so that he could get ready.

He stripped off completely, even the white panties he
had been wearing under his jeans.

He laid out all the clothes he was to wear and began
to get dressed.

First he clipped the pink suspender belt round his waist.
Then taking the new black stockings out of their wrapping
he slowly rolled each one up his freshly shaven legs and
clipped them to the suspender belt. Standing up he felt
the wonderfully exciting pull of the stocking tops on
the suspenders. He stepped carefully into a pair of
pink panties positioning his little cockette underneath
him to create the right shape in front.

The bra was the same matching pink, and once he'd clipped
it behind him he padded out the cups.

He was beginning to feel good already and very excited,
which made the next task of putting on his make up a
little more difficult as his hands were shaking with
the excitement of it. But all he needed was some eye
shadow, eye liner, mascara. lipstick and a little blusher.

Content with how his face looked, Ian began to dress. He
had a black Victorian style lace blouse, which had a
high neck and long sleeves but was cropped to reveal a
sexy amount of navel. The pink bra could be seen
through the lace.

To go with this he had selected a red satin skirt. It
was tight and short, ending mid way down his thighs and
so showing a lot of his long legs. He stepped into a
pair of his mum's shoes that just about fitted him.

Finally he put on the wig and moved in front of the mirror.

He was very pleased with what he saw. He knew he looked
a little slutty and like jail bait but that was the
intention. He wanted to turn John on and then
please him sexually.

His pulse was racing madly as he left the bedroom and
made his way downstairs. It wasn't worry, he knew John
would like what he saw, it was sheer excitement and anticipation.
He walked into the lounge and quietly said, "hello John".
John gasped, "hello Lucy you look gorgeous."

John took the teenage girl in his arms and whispered in her ear
 "I could get locked away for a long time for what is going
through my mind."

"You won't find me complaining," replied Lucy as she leant
forward and gave John a peck on the lips.

John returned the kiss with interest and with real passion.
As he pulled Lucy to him she could feel that he was
already hard.

John sat Lucy down on the settee, noticing the way that
her skirt rode up and struggled to cover her stocking tops.

He poured her a drink, handed it to her and joined her on
the settee.

"You really do look amazing Lucy," John said. "I can't
believe this is happening. There I am day after day
surrounded by girls and boys, attracted to both and
yet not able to touch and now I'm here with you."

"So do you like girls or boys?" Lucy asked.

"It's not that easy," replied John. "I see the girls and am
attracted to them and how they look but I'm more attracted
to the boys. That first time you came to help me it was
almost impossible to keep my hands off you."

"I noticed," Lucy interjected.

"Yet you came back for more," said John raising his eyebrows.

"Yes I did. I thought about it a lot and thought the occasional
rub against my bottom was not accidental. At least I hoped
it wasn't and so I asked to help again and here we are."

"Yes and you have the most wonderful bottom and when I saw
you in those panties... well I thought I was in heaven. You l
ook like a girl and yet I know you are a boy. Lucy you
are my ideal person."

All Lucy could do was sigh "Oh John" before his lips
were on hers as he kissed her.

John's arm went round behind Lucy and pulled her to him.
His other hand rested gently on her knee and began to
rub and squeeze her leg through her stockings. Every
nerve in Lucy's feminine body was tingling. Her pulse
rate rocketed. This was her moment. She was being treated
like a woman and she was loving it.

As they kissed Lucy found herself being pushed back on the
settee until John was almost lying on top of her. There
was no doubt that he was very aroused. The evidence was
not just in the passion of his kisses but the hard prick
that she could feel being pushed against her.

John really knew how to kiss and as his tongue pushed
into her sweet willing mouth she sucked on it and played
with it with her own tongue. The tongue invading her made
her feel very weak. There was nothing she could deny
this man but then she had come knowing there was nothing
she wanted to deny him. In her mind before hand she
had decided to do whatever John wanted but now she
wanted John with an intensity she could never have imagine
in any of her plethora of fantasies. His touches and kisses
had her whole body crying out for him and responding to
his every touch.

John's hand was slowly edging its way up under her skirt
and Lucy could feel its movement. Was there anything
more exciting than feeling a man's hand creeping up
under your skirt? Could anything make her feel more
vulnerable more feminine? With so many new feelings,
emotions and experiences Lucy almost felt her brain
would burst as it tried to deal with what was happening.

John's hand reached the top of her stockings and he
held the soft flesh of her thigh for a few moments
before moving even higher and soon his hand was
cradling her little cockette and balls in their
silken sack.

"Now that's not something you find under most girls'
skirts," he said.

Lucy's response was to kiss him harder as John slid his
fingers inside her panties and began to play with her cockette.

It was all Lucy could do not to cum at just the touch of
his hand round her member.

Then John slid off the settee pushed Lucy's skirt up to
her hips and pulling her panties to one side he took her
cockette in his mouth.

Lucy gasped as his warm mouth suck on her.

"I told you I like boys but I like the way girls dress.
You, Lucy, are my perfect person, a girl with a little
extra," John said.

With that he gave his full attention to her hard cockette
until suddenly she felt herself cumming and shot her
load into his mouth.

John eased her drooping cock back into the tiny panties
and Lucy pulled her skirt down over her hips as they cuddled
up close on the settee.

"I hope that was O.K." John said.

"Of course it was," Lucy replied. "It was wonderful."

"It is so hard day after day surrounded by boys and girls
all flouting their sexuality and not being able to do
anything about it. The number of times I have come home
and had a wank over some girl whose panties or bra I seen,
or some boy who I've managed to brush up against and now this."

"So have you never done this with a pupil before?" Lucy asked.

"No never. I risk losing my job but the temptation is always
there. I don't think I would have ever asked you to come
this morning if you hadn't volunteered to help and if I
hadn't dropped that solution on your leg all of this would
never have happened. I would have been restricted to the
occasional touch of your bottom or such like and continued being very frustrated."

"We both would and we both would have missed something
special, although I think I would have tried every way
to let you know how much I wanted you," replied Lucy.

"So you wanted me Lucy?" John asked.

"Did I ever. That day when you asked me to help you in the
store room you touched me several times a. To start with
I thought it was just and accident. Then you took me home
and leaned across me to do the seat belt and our bodies
touched. Again it could have been accidental but that
night as I lay in bed in just my panties I hoped it wasn't
accidental. I hoped you did it on purpose and then I
realised how much I wanted you to touch me, to run your
hands over my bottom while I'm wearing my panties and to
kiss me. That's why I came back the next day and was so
keen to help this morning. I so wanted this to happen.
I came here tonight not knowing what to expect. I just
wanted to be your girl and to please you. I am so
excited to be here with you dressed as a girl and to
know you are enjoying me as a girl and that you want
me as a girl. I would do anything to please you and
I would never tell a soul about it John I can assure you."

"Wow, Lucy that's quite a speech. It looks like both of
us are getting what we want. It is just after so long
being so careful I can hardly believe I have just sucked
off one of my pupils while he's sitting here dressed as
a girl and that that pupil is willing for it to happen."

"Oh John," sighed Lucy bringing her lips close to his,
"I'm more than willing darling."

"I think I can take that as an invitation," John said.

He stood up and pulled Lucy to her feet.

Taking her by the hand he led her out of the lounge
and upstairs back to the bedroom.

Once inside the bedroom they came together in a passionate
embrace. As they kissed Lucy could feel John working on the
zip of her skirt and eventually it fell in a little heap at
her dainty feet. Still kissing she stepped out of the skirt
and kicked it to one side. Now John had free access to her
pantied bottom and he used it.

Lucy could feel his strong hands on the rounded cheeks as
he gently squeezed and moulded them, all the while his
tongue moving round inside her mouth.

Lucy decided to take the initiative and undid John's trousers
and, unlocking her lips from his, knelt down, sliding his
trousers and pants down his legs and she did.

Now she was knelt in front of him with his cock hard and
erect in front of her face and Lucy needed no second
invitation. She allowed the cock to slide over her lips
into her eager mouth.

Oh did that taste and feel good. It was the second time
that day but it was as if she had been waiting months.
She moved her head up and down on his cock, now sucking,
now licking round the engorged head, even inserting her
tongue into the little pee-hole.

Her hands ran up and down his firm hairy thighs.

This was better than all of her fantasies. She would have
been happy to stay there all night. But John had other
ideas and gently lifted her up. He slid off his shirt to
stand naked in front of her and she reached out for him.

"Wait a minute, sex kitten," he said and then slowly undid
the buttons on her blouse, eased it off her shouders and
threw it aside.

He held her at arms length.

"On my," he sighed. "I can't believe how feminine you
look Lucy and I can't believe that you are here wanting
me. He left her standing there and went to the bed,
pulled back the duvet and lay on the bed. For a while
he simply lay there letting his eyes roam up and down
the girl's body taking in the shape of the bra over her
chest, the length of her legs encased in the sheer
black nylons and the sweet folds of the pink panties
between her legs. He asked her to turn slowly round
so he could also see her pert little bottom. Then
called her over to the bed and helped her into it
beside him.

Their kisses now had even greater passion and desire.
Their hands roamed over each other's body.

Lucy let her fingers run across John's chest playing
with hair while his fingers slid up and down her crack
feeling for her opening through the panties.

"Oh Lucy darling I want you so much but I'm afraid that
if I get inside you I'll cum straight away."

"That's O.K.," replied Lucy, "because if you do you'll
have to do it again later."

Reassured John got her onto all fours. He took some lube
from the bedside table and squeezed it onto his finger.
He eased her panties to one side and slowly and gently
inserted his finger into her little pussy.

Lucy squirmed a little. "Did I hurt?" John asked.

"No not at all it was just cold. Please carry on and
please be quick I want you inside me."

John repeated the process several times until he was
sure she was ready and then made sure his cock was
well lubricated too.

"Are you ready for me Lucy," he asked.

"Oh yes darling I want your cock to fill me."

"Sweet Lucy," John whispered, "I can hardly believe
you want me to take your virginity."

"I do darling. I want you to make me your woman."

John knelt between her open thighs and slid her panties
down her legs. He dipped her head forward so that her
sweet little bottom was sticking wantonly up in the air
and he could clearly see the rosebud entrance ready and
waiting to be invaded.

He placed his hard cock and the entrance and gently
pushed forward.

Lucy shuddered as the hard cock forced its way inside
her tight cunt.

John paused and then eased forward a little more. Slowly,
little by little, he pushed himself into her. Every so
often he would with draw a little before pushing back inside.

Eventually the whole of his cocked was lost inside Lucy's
feminine body.

"You have all me inside you," he whispered in her ear."

Then he slowly pulled back and pushed forward and again.

Lucy could feel the pain of being stretched but slowly
the pain eased and after a few minutes almost unthinkingly
she began to push back at John as he pushed inside her.

Soon they were really fucking, his cock diving deep into her
cunt until all too soon the inevitable happened and he shot
his cum deep into her cunt.

The two of them collapsed onto the bed, John's cock still
inside Lucy.

She could feel it slowly slipping out and the cum beginning
to ooze out of her. She found it an incredibly sexual feeling.

She lay there with John's arms around her and the tingle
of sex running through her feminine frame and felt just so good.