I cant really really remember what year it was. But Joe got lucky first and this is how how it all happened.

Chapter One Bed side show

When Joe Barbaro’s or Joey’s English teacher moved in across the road from him, it was more than a surprise. Miss Johnson was one of those teachers who made boys his age heart’s miss a beat when they came into class. To say she was a MILF was an understatement. There were one or two of the female teaching staff at Milton High, who were considered hot by the boy’s sixth form; Clarissa Johnson was foremost among them.

It had been like any normal March weekend. It was still cold, with the residue of the winter’s snow still evident in little piles and the lumps of long unloved snowmen melting in the gardens.

Joey happened to glance out of his window on the Saturday morning and saw a white van pull up. Then he saw the green Fiat pull along side. He knew that car, he had watched her get in and out of it in the staff car par so many times, flashing those shapely thighs. He gulped, almost unable to accept that the hottest teacher in the whole school was moving in opposite.

Clarissa Johnson was well aware of the effect that she had on teenage boys. She was to them the Femme Fatale of the school, the subject of many a bed time wank. Joey thought about her a lot. He was full of the normal frustrations of the adolescent virgin. Having her live so close, wouldn’t help. However, just how much of an issue that it would be, he had yet to discover.


Chapter Two Incognito wont always help you.

It was a week later, and he had gone to put the garbage bin out for his Mum, when Miss Johnson was getting something out of the trunk of her car and happened to glance across the road.

“Oh, is that Joey Barbaro?”

“Yes Miss Johnson.”

“What are you doing there?”

“Um…I live here Miss.”

“Oh, you should have said.”

“I never thought Miss.”

“You need to be more confident Joey!”

“Yes Miss.”

Clarissa smiled pleasantly and shook her head.

“Oh…OK, well see you on Monday eh!”

She was wearing a pair of tight jogger bottoms and opened the driver’s door and bent right across to get something from the foot well. Joey stood there and gawped at her amazing, full ass. He was unable to look away, and was still staring as she stood up and looked across at him, still lingering on the kerb.

“You OK Joey?”

“Yes…I was just going in.”

She had given Joey what he wanted. She knew her ass was her best feature, just ahead of her tits and her legs. Joey turned just before he went indoors and saw her run her fingers through her shoulder-length brown hair. He loved it when she did that.

Joey wasn’t like a lot of the sporty jocks at his school. He was fit and not a bad-looking lad, but he was innocent. He had fair hair, which was long for a guy and naturally curly. He was a fish out of water with the opposite sex, even though a lot of the sixth form girls thought he was cute. He was the archetypal virgin though; shy and wont to steel glances here and there, particularly at the teacher’s legs, or down their tops, when they leant over his work. It was all the more painful as Joey had a high sex drive. He masturbated at least once a night, sometimes over one or two of his class mates, but more often than not, Miss Johnson and her colleagues. There was something about that professional look they had. Those pencil skirts and shiny white blouses, just thin enough to show the lacy edge of their bra.

The Sunday saw a return of the cold snap, which had gripped the country for weeks. Joey sat in his bedroom and pulled the curtains almost to and waited.

Joey’s parents would often have Sunday nights at their friends. Up to a year or so earlier, they would call upon his aunt to baby sit, but since turning sixteen he was confident enough to stay home alone. Clarissa looked out at eight pm and noticed their large estate car pull away. She had a habit of undressing for her shower in her bedroom with the light on. Her previous house had been in a quiet cul de sac and faced a derelict field, so it was never an issue. For the last few nights, that had all changed

Getting undressed in her bedroom, she began to undo her blouse and looked across and saw the curtain’s twitch in the bedroom opposite. She saw the glint of something in the window illuminated by the street lamp. She was about to remove her bra, when she saw movement again and then the curtains pull to sharply. She smiled and put two fingers to her lips in contemplation.

“Got you now, you dirty little bastard.”





Chapter Three Swift Justice




Joey had been caught.