Texas Pt. 01

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Deep in the heart of Texas:

My story begins during my Senior year in High School. My mom and I lived in a small town in Texas where football and guns are the two most important things to most men. I wanted to be a football star and was getting closer to my dream of playing in the NFL someday. That didn’t work out, but that’s really not what this story is about.

Mom and I lived in a little house on the edge of town. Just a town like most small towns. Nothing special about it at all. Mom worked in a beauty salon as a hairdresser and had raised me by herself. Her name is Nikki, and almost everybody who met her loved her! She had women coming from miles around because she was so good at making them look beautiful.

We barely got buy in the beginning, but she’d built up her clients over the years, and things were much better that year than they had been. I respected her for keeping me. I’d been born when mom was still in High School. Instead of putting me up for adoption, she’d kept me, and with the help of her parents, she finished school while Grandpa & Grandma babysat me.

Mom never would tell me anything about my real dad other than she’d had a one night fling at a party, and I was the result. In fact, she couldn’t even remember his name or much about how he looked except he was tall and lived in some other town. He’d told her that I was her problem and had disappeared, leaving her pregnant at fifteen. Ever since then, Mom had raised me. And when I was almost out of school things changed. College coaches had been interviewing me, and Mom was always bragging about what a great son I was to anyone that would listen.


My senior year started out like I expected it would, but I sure didn’t anticipate how it ended up! It all began the first day I went to English class. Instead of finding old cranky Ms. White, I found a new teacher fresh out of College named Patricia Smith. She’d moved to Texas from California for her first teaching job. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and I think every boy in class had a crush on her.

Patricia looked like she was a work out queen with blonde hair and blue eyes. Such a pretty face and a figure that made all us guys dream and drool. She must have been used to the attention because she ignored all our attempts at flirting with her. She acted like a professional even though she smiled a lot and shot down all us horny guys whenever we tried to flirt with her.

I was already 6′ 1″ and 190 pounds of muscle with brown hair and green eyes. I was the quarterback of the football team and team captain. I never had any trouble finding a girlfriend. All that made me pretty arrogant, and I told my buddy Carl that I’d show him how it was done.

“Jase,” Carl whispered to me one day at the end of class, “I dare you to ask her out.”

I thought about it and took the dare. I was full of myself, and it was a painful lesson to learn.

“Okay, you have your assignments,” Patricia was saying just before the bell rang, “Work hard, are there any questions?”

Like a fool, I raised my hand.

“Yes, Jason?”

“I was wondering if you have any plans for Friday night after the game?” I told her boldly.

Half the class laughed, especially the girls.

Ms. Smith smiled at me for a moment as I stood there waiting for a reply.

“I’m very flattered, Mr. Sinclair,” she started in, “Dating students is against the rules. Even if it was okay, I prefer men, not boys.”

The entire class erupted in laughter as the bell rang. I grabbed my books and felt one foot tall as I left the room as quickly as I could. Carl was right behind me, laughing all the way!

“She cut you down to the ground!” Carl heckled.

“No, shit!” I told him.

After that day, all the other boys and I behaved ourselves. I was a model student, especially in her class, but that didn’t stop me from checking her out whenever she was at the blackboard or not looking. Patricia had what seemed to me like perfect boobs. Not too big or too small. And no matter what she wore to class, her cute little ass made me wish that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. But I knew it was never going to happen. But that didn’t stop me from dreaming about her!


Football season ended in November just before my 18th birthday. We’d won the state championship for our small division school, and I had two offers for football scholarships next year. I hadn’t picked a school to sign with yet, but there was another problem.

The scholarships depended on me having at least a “C” average, and I hated English class the most. But I needed to bring that grade up from a “D,” but I just didn’t get it.

I sort of just typed whatever to get it over with, and my grades showed it. When it was time for the Christmas break, I had a solid “D.” I turned in a 5-page paper, and after class, Patricia stopped me and said she wanted to speak with me. When all the students had left, I went to her desk.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, Jason,” She smiled, “It’s about this.”

She slid my paper over for me gaziantep escort bayan to see, and it was covered in red ink marks. A big “F” circled at the top in red.

“Jason, I know you can do better than this,” She told me, “I know you’re smart enough to remember all those football plays and formations. I think you just aren’t trying when it comes to homework.”

I looked at the mess of red marks, “Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m not trying to put you down. I want to help you, that’s why I’m here. Is there something you don’t understand and need help with?”

“I know I need to do better,” I told her, “My football scholarship depends on it. I just hate English, no offense.”

Patricia smiled, “None taken. Not everyone likes every subject, but they need to learn.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“I’d like to help you if you can do one thing in return for me?”

“Sure, I need help!”

I wasn’t lying about that comment, and for once, I wasn’t thinking about her body.

Patricia looked at me with her pretty blue eyes like she was trying to make a decision about me. I waited as she studied my face for a few seconds.

“Okay,” she said, and the smile was back, “I’ll help you, but you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone if I private tutor you. If you can do that and behave yourself, I’ll help.”

“Why can’t I tell anyone?”

“Because people start rumors, and I don’t want to get fired from my first job.”

I knew what she was talking about. Living in a smaller town meant everybody was nosing into other people’s business. If she were going to really help me on the side, people would think we had something else going on.

“You’re right,” I told her, “People around here won’t mind their own business. I won’t talk, I promise.”

“Okay, I’m going to trust you,” She replied and slid a small note to me, “Here’s my address, come over tomorrow night at seven.”

I picked up the paper and slid it in my jeans pocket, “Thanks! I’ll be there, and don’t worry, nobody will know.”

“I’m trusting you,” She replied, “Don’t let me down.”

“No ma’am, I won’t.”

I was happy leaving school that day. I knew it wasn’t a date, but I was still looking forward to seeing her. Even if it was to work on my English skills.


Our Christmas break was coming up soon, but Patricia wanted me to start right away. I went over to her apartment after dark and spent an hour working my butt off. It hadn’t been what I’d expected, but I was motivated to bring my grade up. That didn’t mean I didn’t find time to run my eyes over her body and dream occasionally, but she wasn’t having any of that. Giving me a frown whenever she caught me looking at her like a horn dog.

Hey, back then, I was 18 and horny as hell most of the time. Taking lessons from Patricia was seriously going to cut into my social life, but I was thinking about College. Mom had no way to pay for it, so I took the pain of learning about Nouns, Verbs, and all that other horse shit. I hated it for the most part, but getting special attention from Patricia was why I put up with it at first.


I rewrote one of my papers and gave it to her on Friday night. I cringed each time the red pin circled something wrong. Patricia was merciless when it came to that. In the end, I was waiting for her to tell me how fucked up it was, but she smiled instead.

“Jason, this is so much better!”

“It is?”

“Night and day better,” she replied, “See what a little work can do.”

“So, what’s my grade on this?”

“I’d say a solid “C.”

“I was hoping for more.”

“You’ll get there, just keep working hard.”

I thought she could tell I was down on myself.

“Look, correct what I redlined, and bring it back tomorrow night. I’ll replace your other paper with whatever grade it ends up being.”

“You will?”

“I have to,” she smiled again, “You’ve been working hard and deserve it.”

I left and thought my weekend was shot to hell. I’d have to miss the big keg party, but I kept focusing on the end result. This game wasn’t over yet until the clock ran out. I drove home already thinking about how to fix the things she’d outlined.


When I got home, mom was watching T.V.

“Hey, mom.”

“Hi, Jase, your home early. I thought you’d be out with a girlfriend.”

“No, mom, no time for that right now.”


I sat down on the couch, “Yeah, really.”

“I’ve noticed you’ve been busy lately?”

Mom’s eyes bored into me with the hint of a smile on her lips, “You sure you don’t have a new girl?”

“If you must know,” I told her, “I’ve been studying to bring my grades up.”


“Yeah, and it sucks.”

“I’m glad to see you want that scholarship. I’m proud of you! So who is helping you?”

“Thanks,” I told her, “Ms. Smith, the English teacher has been tutoring me because she thinks I can do it.”

Mom sat back and smiled real big, “I agree, you are way smarter than you think.”

“I’m stupid when it comes to this gaziantep escort reklamları stuff.”

“She must believe you can do it if she’s helping you. I’ll have to thank her when I see her at the next parent-teacher conference.”

That sent chills down my spine.

“Please don’t.”


“She told me she would only help me if I kept it a secret. That it was her first teaching job, and it wouldn’t look proper for her giving me private lessons. That it could get her fired if rumors got started.”

Mom sat back in the recliner and thought about what I’d said.

“She’s pretty smart,” Mom replied, “Don’t worry, I won’t give it away. I’ll thank her after you graduate and are going to College!”

“Thanks, mom.”

“Jason, I’m proud of you! Keep working, and you’ll be fine.”


“I love you!”

“Love you too, but I need to fix this paper she gave me.”

“You’ll do fine, baby.”


I stayed up half the night while my friends were out partying and probably getting laid. The next day was more of the same as I redid two other papers. I wanted that scholarship more than anything! I wanted to play in the NFL and buy my mom a huge house someday. I wanted to give her everything back, that she’d given up when she raised me. That was my new mission at 18 years old. To thank my mom for all that she’d done for me. I loved her so much it sometimes hurt when I thought about it.


I drove past the main street on the way to Patricia’s apartment. Already the other kids were dragging main and looking for hookups for the night. I shook my head and kept my focus on the prize. It was hard, but I drove past and kept going. Small town Texas would have to wait until I got caught up with what I needed to do.

I wanted to bite my nails as Patricia checked my papers. She had always worn work clothes, but that night she had on gym shorts and a T-shirt. Her blonde hair was in a little ponytail as Patricia held her red pen and went over them. Each mark she made hurt, but I kept quiet until she was done and looked up at me.

“Impressive,” she told me with a smile, “I gave you a “B” on all three.”

I let out my breath I’d been holding, “That’s a relief!”

“I told you that you could do this, you just needed to apply yourself.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I replied with a smile big enough to light up Texas.

Patricia looked at me, “I think we can do away with the “Ma’am talk. Just call me Trish from now on when it’s just us.”

I was a bit shocked but grinned, “Okay, Trish.”

She took my papers and put them aside on her coffee table, “I think this calls for a celebration, don’t you?”

“Uh, sure, Trish,” I replied, “What kind?”

She turned towards me on the couch and asked, “I don’t know, suppose you tell me what kids do in this town on the weekends.”

“Just hang out, I guess.”

“Come on, tell me the truth. I’m not some old prude that’s going to have a heart attack. It hasn’t been that long ago I was in high school.”

I had noticed a change in her, but I wasn’t sure where it was going, so I just did what she asked.

“Well, for the most part, we drag main street in our cars and trucks.”

“That’s it?”

“We drink a lot of beer or wine or whatever.”

“Getting drunk, that seems about normal. Then what?”

I was getting nervous because she was a teacher and I didn’t want to rat out my friends.

“Uh, maybe head out in the hills for a beer party.”

“So, you all get drunk and try to get laid?”

That floored me!

“Yeah, I guess most kids our age like to get drunk and screw.”

Trish laughed out loud, “Some things never change! Except in California, we used to have beach parties and dance around the fire naked.”

I looked at her and wondered if my ears were working correctly, “You did?”

“Well, I won’t confirm or deny it was me doing it.”

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “I would have loved to see that!”

“I think I know that already, Jason.”

“How?” I asked her.

“By the way, you look at me. Is that real interest or just teenage hormones acting up?

The conversation was getting way out of my league by then.

“I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I told her flat out.

She cocked her head, and her blue eyes searched mine for a few seconds, “I think you’re telling me the truth, and thank you.”

“No doubt about it,” I replied, “Every guy in school thinks you’re hot!”

Trish laughed out loud again, “I noticed, but it’s just a bunch of hormones. I was your age not that long ago.”

“Then you know how it feels,” I said.

She looked at me for with that look, “You’re right, Jase, everybody goes through that hormone stage, girls included. How about a beer to celebrate?”

“Sure, if you don’t take points off my grade.”

That made Trish laugh again, “Nope, not at all. Schools out for tonight.”


Trish came back from the kitchen with gaziantep escort resimleri two beers. Instead of Lone Star, it was Budweiser. She could afford the high dollar beer was all I thought when I popped the top. She went to the sofa and told me to come sit with her. I followed her like a puppy and wondered if this was really happening.

“So, have you told anyone about us?” she asked with accusing eyes.

I felt I had to tell the truth, “Only my mom because she wondered why I was gone so much.”

“What did she say?”

“She was proud of me for working hard,” I replied, “mom said she wouldn’t say anything, but she wanted me to thank you for helping me.”

“Did you tell any of your buddies?”

“No way!

Trish sat back and took a drink of beer, That’s good, I’m not worried about your mom.”

“Why would you worry about any of this?”

“Because of what I’m about to do.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

Trish looked at me with those piercing blue eyes of hers, “What if I told you that I’ve been attracted to you from the first time I saw you?”

“I’d say the same goes for me.”

“Yes, but you are too obvious, Jase. Sorry, I had to shut you down in class so people wouldn’t talk.”

“So, you really like me?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know, sometimes I think you hate me.”

“You have a lot to learn about women,” Trish replied, “We keep a lot of things under wraps.”

“Like what?”

Trish sat her beer on the coffee table and then got close to me, “Like how much I want to know what it’s like to kiss you.”

Before I could say anything, she was in my lap, kissing my lips! God, it felt incredible, and my cock got hard almost instantly.

“Did you like that?” She asked me.

“Can’t you tell?”

Trish wiggled her ass on my crotch, “Yes, I can tell, now kiss me back.”

The next few minutes almost got me off as she kissed the hell out of me. I ran my hands up under her T-shirt and found nice warm bare boobs! God, they felt good, and I felt a little drop of pre-cum leaking out into my shorts as we made out.

When we came up for air, she gave me the “look.” Right into my eyes like two blue beacons.

“Jase, I’m going to trust you to keep your mouth shut forever about this.”

“I won’t say anything about us kissing,” I told her.

“I wasn’t talking about kissing.”

“Then what?”

“I want you to take me to bed,” She told me, “And if you ever say one word to anyone, I’ll cut your balls off!”

Now, what do you do when you’re 18 and offered that? It didn’t take me long to decide to go for it. We ended up in her bedroom, getting undressed between some hot kissing that made my cock ache.


Jesus, Patricia looked so hot naked! Hotter than I’d ever imagined in my dreams. Her body looked like it was made for sex. Perfect breasts with pointed nipples. A little golden triangle of bush above her puffy little camel toe that filled the gap between her shapely thighs.

We got into bed and started kissing. Trish’s bare flesh touching mine was too much. I tried to get on top of her and squeeze between her legs. My cock was throbbing hard, and I wanted her! Patricia locked her legs tightly together and wouldn’t let me in.

“Easy Cowboy!” she said, and pushed me off her, “Is that how you make love to everyone?”

I was frustrated and hadn’t ever thought about it, “Yeah, Is there something wrong?”

Ever the teacher Patricia smiled at me, “Women like to build up to the main event slowly. You need to take your time and get me up to the point I just have to have you.”

“Sorry,” I replied, “I’m already at that point.”

“I could tell,” She replied and got closer and put a bare boob on my chest as she ran her hand through my hair, “How long has it been since you had sex last time?”

“A couple of weeks, I guess.”

Patricia laughed, “That’s a lifetime at your age. I know what you need, and then we can start over and take our time.”

I had no idea what she was talking about until I felt her hand around my cock. Then she slid down my stomach and put her mouth over the end of my cock and started sucking me off.

Shit! I was so horny that I don’t think I lasted even five minutes. I was groaning and telling her I was going to cum. The girls I dated in school would get pissed off if you didn’t warn them before you came in their mouth.

Patricia showed me she wasn’t one of those girls and just jacked and sucked my dick faster. Working me up to an explosion of cum that made me holler as I shot my load in her mouth. I couldn’t believe it as she never took her mouth from my spurting dick. It was the first time I’d had a woman swallow my load instead of spitting it out and bitching about it.

That wasn’t all. Even after I was done, Trish kept milking my cock until every drop was drained out, and it was going limp.

Patricia turned around and wiped the saliva from her chin, “Feel better now?” She asked with a grin.

“Fuck, yes!” I told her, “That was amazing!”

Patricia got out of bed, “I’m going to brush my teeth, and then we can start over again.”

I felt like I was in heaven as I waited for her to come back. I was just sitting naked on the edge of the bed, with my feet on the floor when she went out of the bathroom. For a woman who usually wore baggy clothes that hid her body in school. She wasn’t being shy at that moment!

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