EroticReverie

Jackson James

I masturbated three more times to Christa the other night after our little text exchange. I knew what I was doing could fucking ruin me if she opened her mouth to a single person. But I couldnt stop myself from crossing that fucking line.  I'd imagined all night and the next day, with her hand down her shorts, touching her pussy, getting off to the fact that she got me off.  I'd looked for her all day the other day in school, but didn't get lucky to catch a glimpse of her. 

I'd checked my messages on Instagram an excessive amount yesterday and last night, hoping she'd want to tease my dick a bit more, but she didn't say a single thing. I had to jerk off this morning three fucking times just to get my dick to go down before going into the school for my first gym period. I'd see her today, and not only see her, but have to live with the fucking torture of her wearing a fucking swim suit for ninety minutes. I'd have to carry that fucking clipboard all fucking class incase I couldnt control myself. I did not need to get a fucking erection in the middle of a swimming period. 

I stand near the pool as the students start to file in from the pool locker rooms. I watch the teenage boys as they look at their female classmates, watch a few of the gay boys, check out their male classmates. I think back to my high school days, the fucking horomones I had then. It's like you can feel the tension in the air, and I notice one of the boys doing a slight adjustment as he looks at Gina, one of the girls. She was a skinny little thing, short, with a small little ass and small breasts. A pretty girl, but she was too thin and scrawny for for my taste. I mentally scold myself. And too young, you fucking creep. I look back at my clip board, ticking off the names on the paper for attendance when I hear her laugh. 

My eyes have no self control as they lift and look over to the girls locker room door that swings shut as Christa and her friend Mel walk out. 

String bikinis weren't allowed for gym glass when swimming. I feel my jaw clench and my dick fucking twitch as I look at Christa. Her long hair was up in a bun, and her swimsuit, was a white one piece. The hips were cut so high I could see the hint of her hip bones in front and on the sides, and the fucking piece of fabric that covered her pussy, was just enough to do so. 

"Hell yea" I hear one of the boys whisper. My eyes going to them as they smirk to each other and one points at Christa and Mel. 

"I love swim week" another says. My eyes going back to Christa as she walks, her breasts moving in her swim suit as she whispers and giggles alongside Mel. 

"You gonna give me mouth to mouth if I drown CiCi?" one of the boys asks as she walks by him and she just smiles and gives a shrug. 

"May just let you drown instead." she says and blows him a kiss as his friends laugh and he rolls his eyes.

I watch her out of the corner of my eye, taking in the low back of her swim suit as she turns and sets her towel on the bench , the back of her swim suit, letting her nice ass peek out generously. I tick her name of twice on the clip board and don't look up or over to her. Part of me wondering if she has told her friend Mel what I said to her.

When I look up finally, and let my eyes drift over to her, she's looking at me as Mel talks to one of the boys beside her. My eyes dart to her mouth as she curls her lip over her teeth and bites down softly and then looks down and then away, swiping a non existent hair behind her ear, fidgeting. 

This was going to be a long fucking class. 

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I go over safety instructions, go over pool rules, and then make all the students do laps. I watch them all get in, of course a few of the boys, splash a few of the girls, making them shriek. I watch JP one of the more popular boys push his way through the water to stand near Christa and Mel.

I watch him lean over and whisper something to Christa, who just laughs and shoves him playfully and then swipes her hand over the water at him, splashing him. 

"You're such a perv" I can make out her words, reading her lips. 

I watch as he turns back to her and leans in again, my nostrils flaring, when I watch his hand touch her hip, where the fabric curves up over it. I take a deep breath as I watch her let him touch her. She's still laughing, shaking her head and I watch him look down blatantly at her chest and then say something else and she laughs even louder and then gives him a playful push.

"Get out of here" she teases him and I watch her give him a flirtatious little smirk as he lowers himself into the water , dunking under and coming back up. Her friend Mel grabs her attention and they talk. I blow my whistle.

"LADIES FIRST." I Yell. "LAPS"

"TO THE DEEP END AND BACK." 

I can feel Christa's eyes on me as I ignore her gaze. I blow my whistle again, and only look at her once she starts to swim, pushing off the wall and starting her lap. 

After laps, I have them race. Christa wins one of her races against four other students. 

After races, I have them do diving. The boys laugh as a few of the girls squeal and just jump in off the board, too afraid to do an actual dive. 

I'm standing on the side of the pool, blowing my whistle when it's clear for the next person to go. When it's Christas turn , my eyes meet hers as she stands at the end of the diving board, dripping wet, and my fucking dick loves how hard her nipples are right now. The material isn't see through, but I can still see the nipples poking out. I curse in my head as she bounces, and I know Im not the only person watching her as her breasts move and I watch as she plunges into the water. 

I refuse to look as she pulls herself up the ladder at the side of the pool, except I do look and I watch as she adjust the back of her swim suit, running her fingers along the fabric to pick it from between her gorgeous ass. 

I watch the water trickle down her back , and her legs, and lower my god damn clip board when my dick starts to appreciate the sight a bit too much. 

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Christa Carter

I hadn't told Mel, or anyone what I fucking did the other night. That I'd basically , half sexted our fucking married gym teacher. I'd checked my phone all day the next day, with nothing from him. Nothing this morning either, and I was nervous coming to class today. Somehow though, it wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. I even forgot for a few minutes here and there that he was even in the pool room with us. That is, until I remembered and couldnt keep my eyes from tracking him and where he was. Everytime I looked he was either focused on that stupid clip board, or monitoring the students. His eyes had only met mine three times. 

When it was time to end class, he called out my name and a few others to stay after. I felt excitement rush through me, and watched as my class mates filed into the locker rooms. He called one of the boys he'd held after over, talking to him privately and I wasn't sure about what. But he sends him off less then thirty seconds later. Then he calls the other boy over , says something, keeping him a bit longer and then sends him off. 

I stand there, towel wrapped around me as I wait. And I wait for him to call me over. 

"Carter." he says, without looking up from his clip board. 

I swallow nervously and move my bare feet across the wet tiles and over to him. He doesnt look up at all. 

"Yes Jackson?" I ask after a few more seconds. I see his jaw tick and my cheeks heat as he looks up at me. 

"It's Coach James, or Mister James..Miss Carter." he says. 

I wasn't sure why I chose to be a smart ass and call him by his first name, or maybe I do, maybe it was the fact I was keeping his dirty little secret and could do whatever I wanted now that I had leverage over him. Sure, I'd be looked down upon if people found out that I'd texted in my dm's with our gym teacher. But he'd be the one in trouble. Not me. 

I just look at him and nod. "Okay." 

His eyes go to the towel and I grip it to my chest. 

"Your swim suit, is distracting to the class Miss Carter." he says, looking back down at his clipboard. 

My brows pinch. 

"What?" I ask and he still doesnt look up. 

"You'll need to wear something less revealing next class." he says. 

I scoff. "I was covered way more than half the girls!" I protest.

"That isn't fair!" I screech. 

He looks up, pinning me with his glare, my mouth shutting with the authority in his fucking eyes. 

"Let me re word this.." he says and takes a step closer, till theres only a foot between us. 

"I need you to wear a swim suit that covers that ass, and a thicker inner thigh piece, that doesnt have me wanting to drag it aside with my fucking teeth and bury my face between your legs." he says and I jerk my head back and my eyes widen. 

Okay, so this ...little game....this little secret...was not going to be limited to secret instagram dm's. 

I feel my cunt clench at his words, feel my nipples harden even further in my suit as I shiver slightly.

"Do you know how hard it is, to not fucking look at you every fucking second when you're wearing that, and all..fucking..wet...everywhere." he says and his jaw clenches. 

I shake my head slightly, too nervous, too shocked that he's admitting this to me in person. 

"You're going to go in that locker room....and before you change...you're going to send me a picture of you in this swim suit." he says, his voice quiet. 

I feel myself gasp slightly. 

"Can you do that for me?" he asks , his brow cocking and I nod slowly. 

"Yes." I answer and his nostrils flare. 

"Get the fuck out of here before I rip that towel off you and pull that fucking swim suit off myself." he says and I take a sharp breath and nod, backing away and then looking to the girls locker room, then at him, and then I turn and walk to the locker room. My foot wanting to break into a run, but I walk just a bit faster than normal. 

Mel is already throwing on her dry clothes and most of the girls are done changing, gathering their things. 

"What the hell did he have you guys stay back for?" Mel asks, pulling her sneakers on. 

I couldn't think of a lie, and I just shrug to give myself time to think. 

"He just asked me about the swim classes they have for the elementary kids, asked if I was interested in life guarding." I say. What a shit lie, but mel just quirks her brows and shrugs. 

"Oh." she says. "Well...I gotta go..Mrs. McDonald will chew my ass out if im late again for Chem. Laterrrr" she sing songs, hopping off the bench, grabbing her purse and her books and smacking a kiss on my cheek. 

I nod and then look around, a few other girls are still finishing changing. I go into my locker, grab my phone and then walk out of the row of lockers and into one of the bathroom stalls. 

I take my towel and hang it over the stall door and then, start to snap photos from different angles. All of them without my face. My hands shake with excited nerves as I bite my lip. I shouldnt be doing this. 

I send him three photos. 

One of my breasts up close, the swim suit clinging to them. 

I send another where I held the phone out and took a shot of myself from the tits down to my mid thighs. Showing off the piece of fabric that hugs against my pussy that he told me so fucking bluntly he wanted to fucking grab with his teeth.

My core was aching, and I couldnt believe the things he said. Somehow I thought that he'd only ever admit it through text, that in person, we'd pretend nothing had happened. But, I was proven wrong with those words he gave me after class. 

The third picture I send is one I take , holding out my phone behind me and showing off my ass.

I send them all together to him through dm's and then grab my towel and walk back out of the stall and then to my locker and I'm the only one in the locker room when I get a notification.

I open it.

"I'm going to jerk off in my office , right now , to these pictures." he types and I bite my lip. 

"Come to my office." he types. 

My eyes widen. I set down my phone. 

This couldnt be real, he was not propositioning me to come to his fucking office and what? Watch him jerk off? 

"For what?" I reply. 

"Because you want to." he replies. 

"No I dont." I reply. 

"Now who is the liar?" he replies.

"Come to my office." he says. 

I shake my head and shove my phone in my purse and strip down and dry off, then slip my clothes on.

I wore dark blue jeans, and a long sleeved white henley long sleeve, with a plain white bra underneath. My panties were a plain white thong, and my sneakers and socks were white too. I take my hair down, and towel dry it, ignoring the notifications lighting up my phone in my purse. 

The girls locker room door opens and I freeze as he calls out. 

"COACH COMING IN." he yells and I say nothing as he lets the door shut, and I hear his feet moving, walking through the locker room, and I turn my head when I see him stop at the end of my row of lockers. 

My eyes go down and I inhale as I see the bulge in his shorts. 

"Look at what you do to me." he says when he sees where my eyes go. 

He looked....huge and I hated the way I licked my lips and made him groan. 

"I'm seconds away from coming over there and putting my hands on you Miss Carter." he says. 

I feel my nipples pinch in my top and I curl my toes in my sneakers as I just look at him, standing there like a deer in head lights. Because, why ? Why did I want him to? 

"If you don't tell me not to. I will." he says. 

"Please. Tell me to not fucking do it." he says gritting his teeth. 

I inhale. "I..." I start and then shake my head. 

"I want you to." I say softly and he clenches his jaw so hard I think he might break his teeth. 

His eyes go up and down my body again and again. 

"You can touch me." I say quietly and I inhale, holding my breath as my gym teacher, Jackson James, makes the move, and walks over to me.