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                            by DaChe
                             Part I
                            MEMORIES

I see him walking down the hall towards me.  He has the
omnipresent camera case around his shoulder with the camera in
his hand as he catches my eyes.  His penetrating green eyes seem
to look deep into me and I feel a strange sensation inside me.

I cheerfully greet him with "hello Francis, how are you this
afternoon."

He looks at me sullenly and replies "hello Miss Waye how do you
think I am."

I frown slightly as I know the assignment I gave out today will
probably cause him to stay up most of the night to complete.

"Well Francis, I'll be looking forward to your presentation in
class tomorrow.  I'm sure you'll be prepared."

"Miss Waye, you know I don't understand algebra and besides,
photographers don't need algebra."

"Francis, everyone needs to understand algebra.  If you would
apply yourself to it one half as much as you do to pictures, you
would get straight A's."

"I don't know Miss Waye, I bet there are things that you don't
understand and don't want to either.  I just don't think I'll be
able to do this by tomorrow."

"Francis, would you like me to help you?  I'm not doing anything
this evening and I would be glad to spend some time getting you
started."

"OK Miss Waye." he sighed "What time and where?"

"Don't sound so resigned.  I'm sure once you begin to grasp the
fundamentals you may actually enjoy Algebra.  You can come to my
apartment at 143 So. Locust Apartment 609 after supper.  Say
about seven o'clock. Would that be all right?"

"Yes Miss Waye, I'll be there."

This is my first year as an Algebra teacher at the High school
even though I am in my early thirties.  I married after college
and divorced 8 years later after an unrewarding marriage.  I had
an unrewarding job as a secretary when I decided to return to
school to get my teaching credentials.  I'm determined to make
teaching a rewarding experience in spite of my past failures.  I
have not been satisfied with my past and feel that meeting the
challenge of Francis, a bright insightful student, although
misdirected, will be my first victory.

A knock on the door to the apartment wakes me from my thoughts
and I peer through the peep hole to see Francis standing outside
my door with his camera equipment and Algebra book.

"Come in Francis" I say as I open the door.  "Sit on the couch by
the coffee table and we can begin."  I sit on the chair to the
right of the couch so I could assist Francis with his work.  I
had not changed clothes and still wore my dress suit but I had
slipped off my shoes and I was now in my stocking feet.  As I
casually sit down I notice Francis glance at my legs then stare
at my stocking feet.

"I'm sorry Francis but I didn't have time to change and my feet
are killing me.  I hope you don't mind if I don't put my shoes
back on."

"No Miss Waye" he replies as he continues to stare at my feet.
"I think you have very nice legs and feet.  I never saw any girls
wearing pantyhose like that with the shaded parts at the toes and
heels before."

"To tell you a little secret Francis, I'm not wearing pantyhose.
I'm wearing stockings which I find more comfortable and cooler,
especially this time of the year."  I say as I feel a strange
stirring deep within me making me blush.

"Oh you mean like these" he says as he hands me a picture from
his camera bag.  A picture of a long legged shoeless model
standing with her skirt pulled up to her waist with her legs
spread open.  Her bright red painted toe nails show through the
reinforced toes of the sheer black nylon stockings she is wearing
which also have reinforced heels.  The dark shadow from her pubic
hair is visible through her sheer white panties along with the
outline from the lips of her cunt.  Her bright red lips display a
sensual smile as she stares directly into the camera lens.

The picture brings back a flood of stirrings from 15 years in the
past when I was a High school sophomore.  I recall an incident in
study hall where I sit facing the windows at a cafeteria table at
one end of the room.  During the study period, there is a small
commotion which results in a young good-looking green eyed blonde
boy being made to stand as punishment.  The teacher, Mr. Martin,
places the boy right in front of the table I am sitting at. He is
standing with his back to me looking out the window as I stare at
him.  He turns around and I look down quickly at my book hoping
he doesn't catch me.  I peek up from my book and see that,
although he has an open book in his hand, his eyes are looking
elsewhere.  I am wearing a loose skirt with stockings held up by
a garter belt and I slipped off my shoes for comfort.  I shift in
my chair while crossing my legs and I see his eyes follow my
movements and I realized he is staring under the table at my
legs.

I feel a strange thrill that this handsome boy is interested in
looking at me and I begin to experiment with small movements.  I
slide down further in the chair and he slouchs against the wall.
I slowly uncross my legs then cross them in the other direction
and his eyes remain glued to my legs and feet.  I again uncross
my legs and slide my feet back to cause my knees to elevate
slightly.  My skirt rides up about two inches above my knees and
all I have to do to allow him a glance up my skirt is to part my
knees.  I begin a rhythmic movement of slightly opening and
closing my knees and watch as his eyes become bigger while
staring at my movements.  I reach down with one hand and scratch
my thigh causing my skirt to rise to the bottom of dark band at
the top of my stockings.

I watch as his breathing became shorter and shorter until it is
almost in gasps.  I begin to feel a pleasurable warm wetness
between my legs that I never felt before.  I raise one knee
higher than the other and slowly allow my knees to separate until
they are about a foot apart knowing that I was giving him a full
view of my inner thighs and pink panties.

I notice a bulge in his pants which seems to throb and a faint
wet spot at the top of the bulge.  His hips are undulating back
and forth to a rhythm that was somehow familiar and I feel an
overwhelming urge to caress my vagina.

I slowly reach under the table with both my hands, place them on
the insides of my legs and began to move them slowly up towards
the warm moist center of my legs causing my skirt to ride higher
up my thighs.  As my hands pass over the top of my stockings the
boy is gaping at me with his mouth open and I stare at the bulge
that is visibly pulsating in his pants.  My skirt is up to my
waist as my hands touch the edge of my pink panties.  I spread my
legs wide and brazenly rub my cunt to alleviate this
uncontrollable desire I feel.

Suddenly my body begins to jerk and I let a gasp escape my lips
as I feel myself sink down into what feels like a warm pool.  I
look up at the boy as he grabs the front of his pants and jerks
about as the wet spot rapidly grows.

Right then Mr. Martin arrives, gapes at my raised skirt, blushes
intensely, then grabs the boy and takes him from the room.  I am
embarrassed but realized that only the boy and Mr. Martin see the
condition I am in.

Shortly after that I receive a note from Mr. Martin directing me
to report to him, in his office, after last period.  All during
the rest of the school day I shiver in fear at what is going to
happen but I know I better be there when he wants me.

"Come in" he says sternly when I knock at his office door and I
walk nervously into the room.  He points to a chair on the other
side of his desk and says "close the door and sit down here."
Apprehensively I sit down as he demands, "DaChe, why were you and
that boy exposing yourselves at study hall today?"

"I-I-I don't know" I stammer.

"Do you know what happened to that boy when you showed him your
panties?"

I was almost in tears as I reply "No, not really."

"Well, I guess you know your parents will have to be notified
about this incident" he states matter of factly, as he gazes off
to one side.

"Oh please Mr. Martin, please don't tell my parents." I plead, "I
promise it will never happen again.  Oh please don't tell them."

I notice a slight grin on his face as he says "Well maybe there
is a way that we can teach you a lesson and not have to bother
your parents with this.  If I do this favor for you, you must
promise you won't expose yourself in study hall again, and I will
show you what happened to the boy.  Also, you must do whatever I
tell you and, since I won't tell what happened today, you must
promise not to tell."

"Oh yes Mr. Martin, I promise and I will do whatever you want."

"I want you to go over and lock the office door then come over to
my side of the desk."  I do what he asks and stand stiffly
alongside his chair.

"Lift up your skirt" he commands and when I hesitate, "DaChe, if
your not going to cooperate then I guess I'll just have to call
your parents" he states as he picks up the telephone receiver
from the desk.

I reach out and grab his hand and franticly plead, "no Mr. Martin
please give me another chance.  I'll do what you say."  I quickly
reach down and raise the hem of my skirt to the tops of my
stockings.

"That's a little better DaChe. Now lift it higher." he drawls as
I raise the skirt above my stocking tops high enough to expose my
panties.  I feel myself beginning to flush as I watch this adult
ogle my nylon sheathed legs and panty covered pussy.

He reaches out his hand to my leg and slowly moves it up my leg
to the tops of my stockings then back down again.  "Mmmm DaChe, I
love the feel of young firm thighs under shear silky stockings"
He sighs, as his touch makes my body tingle.

"Take off your shoes and sit on my desk with your feet on the
arms of my chair."  Fearing that he would change his mind and
tell my parents I do as he asks.  I remove my shoes and while
remaining seated, Mr. Martin moves it backwards making room for
me to climb on the desk.  I raise my legs and place my feet on
the chair arms as Mr. Martin moves the chair close to the desk
causing my knees to spread apart.  I lean back slightly and place
my hands behind me on the desk for support.  I look at Mr.
Martin, seated between my legs, and see him staring intently
between my legs.  This position displays my body, from my waist
down, for his unobstructed viewing and I again feel the stirrings
in my young pussy  "Relax DaChe, I'm not going to hurt you" he
says as he massages the entire length of my legs from my toes to
my panties.

Mr. Martin continues to rub and squeeze my nylon sheathed legs
and feet for a few minutes then moves his hands above my stocking
tops and massages the naked flesh of my thighs.  He moves his
hands to the insides of my thighs and as I feel them moving
closer to my nylon covered pussy my pulse quickens.

"DaChe, your panties are damp" he says with a snicker as he rubs
the nylon panties against my now swollen pussy lips.  The
sensations I feel are very pleasurable and I spread my legs wider
apart to allow him more access to the moist panties covering my
pussy.

I blush intensely as he commands, "pull off your panties and hand
them to me".  I comply by leaning to one side raising first one
cheek then the other as I slide the panties off my ass.  Down my
legs come the panties to my knees which are parted.  I hold the
panties as I withdraw one leg then I let the panties slide down
the other leg to my foot which I lift up so Mr. Martin can remove
them.  He takes the now damp panties in his hands and caresses
them.  He puts them to his face and sniffs the crotch which is
damp and still holds the aroma from the earlier episode.

"Pull your skirt to your waist and spread your legs apart as far
as you can."  With my naked cunt fully exposed to his view I feel
the same urge to touch myself that I felt earlier.  I watch
through my widely spread legs as he reaches down, unbuckles his
belt, unzips his pants, and pulls the pants and underwear down to
his ankles.  I never saw a man's swollen cock before and I could
not take my eyes from it.

He smiles as he directs me, "lay sideways on the desk with your
head down here by me and your feet over there."  Following his
request, I turn sideways on the top of the desk and lay sideways
on the edge.  I slide down until my head is in the middle of the
desk and my legs dangling off the side.  He tilts my head
sideways towards him and, as he stands up, his hard cock is right
even with my face.  I see the red swollen head of his dick with
the purple veins bulging out.  He reaches down, raises my skirt
to my waist, parts my legs with his hand, and gently rubs my
soaking wet cunt.

"Reach out and touch my cock" he says and I am surprised at how
firm and smooth it feels.  He moves closer to my face and I see a
drop of moisture form at the end of his cock.  "Open your mouth"
he commands huskily and I comply.  He rubs my now wet pussy
harder as he inserts his cock into my mouth.  Instinctively I
close my lips and suck on his turgid member tasting the slightly
salty liquid oozing from his cock end.

"Oh yes, your mouth feels so good" he moans as he begins to
undulate his hips causing his cock to move back and forth in my
mouth.  He inserts one of his fingers in my cunt and twirls it
around.  I respond by thrusting my hips against his penetrating
fingers as I feel the warmth rise again in my loins as I eagerly
suck on his cock moving within my mouth.

"Put your hand on my balls" he gasps "and squeeze them gently."
I feel them swell slightly as his movements become more frantic.

"Move your tongue over the bottom of my cock" he directs and
moans, "OOOHH that feels so good!" as I comply to his directions.

"Now" he blurts "this is what happened to that boy.  Oh fuck I'm
coming!"  He lunges with his cock deep in my throat and I feel it
throb.  A warm salty fluid fills my mouth and throat as he moans
loudly and I swallow rapidly to keep from choking.  At that
moment my pussy explodes with a much stronger feeling then
earlier and I again sink weightlessly into the warm pool barely
conscience of Mr. Martin's cock still moving about within my
mouth......

"Miss Waye, Miss Waye, are you all right?" I hear Francis ask
with anxiety.

"Yes Francis" I reply with an unsteady voice. The intensity of
the memory leaves me shaken with a wetness between my legs.  "I
was just startled by this picture" I lie,  "I didn't think a nice
boy like you would be carrying a picture like this around."

"Gee Miss Waye, I didn't mean to startle you but I don't think
this picture is bad.  I think it's a good picture and doesn't
show anymore than a bathing suit shows.  Besides she is a nice
looking lady but I bet your legs are better than hers."

"Someone your age shouldn't be interested in looking at women's
legs and underwear" I again lie as I recall the boy from study
hall.  Then I realize that Francis looks very much like the boy I
remember from study hall and feel a flush come over me.

"What can I do to get you back interested in completing this
assignment?" I quickly ask in an effort to hide my embarrassment.
"You need some incentive to get your attention back to work."

"I'll make a deal with you Miss Waye" Francis replies.  "I'll
finish this assignment for you if you'll promise to pose for some
pictures for me" Francis adds with an enthusiasm I have not seen
in him before.

"Well, Francis you flatter me but I don't think that would be a
good idea" I answer and I see the disappointment in his face.
With a feeling that I was failing at my effort to win over this
boy's interest I continue, "but if you do a good job on this
assignment I will let you take a couple of pictures of me" I
quickly add, "but not any like the picture you showed me!"

"Okay Miss Waye" replies Francis smiling broadly.  "You have a
deal!"

The next day after class Francis greets me in the hall with a
cheerful, "Hi, Miss Waye.  What did you think of the
presentation?"

"Francis, you know I was very pleased" I reply.  "Yours was the
best in the class."

"Then you won't go back on your deal, will you?"  Francis asks
with a slightly worried look on his face.

Determined not to fail with this boy I say "No Francis.  I made a
promise and I never go back on promises.  Do you want to take the
pictures now before I leave for home?"

"Well Miss Waye, I would like to get some really good pictures
and my Uncle has a studio near where you live and he said I can
use it as long as I didn't mess it up.  I want these to be the
best pictures ever so could you meet me at the studio?  Its on
the corner of Central and South Locus, only a couple of blocks
from your apartment."

"Okay Francis when do you want me to be there" I reply thinking,
if I turn him down I may lose all the ground I gained.

"My Uncle said I could use it anytime after six in the evening so
when can you be there?"

"I have to stop at the store so I can be there tonight about
seven-thirty if that's not too late for you." I answer with an
uncomfortable feeling and wanting to get this over with as soon
as possible.

"Okay Miss Waye.  I'll see you there tonight.  Just knock on the
front door and I'll let you in."

-------------------------- Continued ---------------------------