1985

I was a horrible student. In Jr High I was a D student at the best of times. I wasn't dumb. As a matter of fact, I was a lot smarter than the majority of the little ghetto rejects they had me in class with. I just hated the structure of public school and I couldn't function so early in the morning. A chronic insomniac from the age of ten, I'd spend most nights propped up wide awake in front of the television watching cable TV and then maybe doze off around the time the alarm rang and my dad growled at me to take my ass to school. So it was a natural that I spent a lot of my time sleeping in class.
It was just a typical school day in 4th period English class. Because the rooms were so crowded and chaotic when the bells first rang and everyone took there seats, it was pretty easy for me to slip inside the long closet that ran along the back of the class. It was usually hung full of coats and jackets in winter, but it was Indian Summer, heading toward Halloween and except for a few old things scattered around (lost and found rejects) I had it all to myself, so I leaned my back against the side wall, pulled my knees up to my chin and took a nap.
I woke up about an hour later to strange noises. So I sat quietly for a long moment and just listened. I heard heavy breathing, whimpering sounds and an occasional moan or gasp. I was only twelve and just coming into puberty myself but I wasn't stupid. I knew what sex sounded like. I had HBO afterall.
I reached out and slid the door open the slightest bit. Just a hint of a crack, so I could peer out across the now empty classroom. I suddenly realized I'd slept through the entire class and was missing lunch. My stomach flopped in agitation. There was a reason I lived in the neighborhood I lived in. I was dirt poor and generally looked forward to lunch everyday. Well, screw it I thought. I'm missing it today because there's no way I'm getting out of here before the start of 5th period. The English teacher, Miss Johnson was still sitting at her desk.
Miss Johnson was an older lady. She reminded everyone of Claire Huxtable on the Cosby Show. Except she was the Grand High Bitch of George Washington Carver Middle School. She passed out detention slips like they were candy and kept a huge wooden paddle with holes drilled in it beside her desk, despite the fact that corporal punishment had been legally struck down in our state a few years earlier. Bereft of her authority to hit us with her paddle, she still enjoyed punishing us in a variety of ways including making us stand on one leg while holding our arms out to our sides (sometimes for the length of an entire period - 45 minutes). If she caught me snoozing in the closet I'd be done for. Especially considering what she was doing.
As I watched, Miss Johnson was leaned way back in her chair, her legs propped up on her desk and wide apart, while her hand was down between her thighs moving vigorously. She had unbuttoned her blouse so that her enormous breasts hung free. Though her bra remained on, one tit had slipped out and I could see the large dark areola and the fat nipple. Her eyes were closed and she was ohhing and sighing. Despite my hatred of the woman, I couldn't help but feel a stir in my groin.
She continued fingering herself (I could distinctly hear the squish sound her fingers made pistoning in and out of her wet pussy) with one hand while she brought the other hand up. It held a pair of blue panties. She inhaled the crotch, her wide nostrils flaring. "Oh yes... work my pussy you nappy headed little bitch."
I blinked. Wow... our school was small and several of the teachers worked double duty. Miss Johnson was English teacher during periods 1 through 4 and girls Phys. Ed instructor during 5 and 6. Those panties were way too small to be her own. She had to have stolen them out of the girls locker room. She was getting off to fantasies of the 7th and 8th grade girls she coached.
She smiled and rubbed the blue panties across her chest, making small circles around the exposed nipple while she continued masturbating. Suddenly she jerked and moaned a little more loudly than I suspect she intended too, because she bit her lip hard and clenched her eyes shut. The hand between her legs stopped moving while little tremors rocked her body for a long moment. When she opened her eyes, a thin sheen of sweat had beaded on her brow and there was a slightly dark flush to her cheeks. She raised her masturbating hand to her mouth, the fingers glistened with her sex and she sucked them clean, making a deeply satisfied sound. Next she moved her legs back down off the desk and stood, straightening her dress and fixing her blouse. She was smiling and muttering to herself.
"One of these days. One of these days I'm gonna corner one of those nasty lil 'ol girls into eating this pussy. See if I don't. Damn lil' hoes can't wait to give up the pussy to those no account shiftless ass boys. Well, they gonna give me a little too."
She reached into a drawer on her desk and pulled out an aerosol can of Lysol and sprayed it around her desk, then left the classroom, locking it behind her.
I settled back in my spot again and considered everything I'd seen and heard. What a trip. Nobody would believe me and I couldn't tell anyway because the second I did, it would spread all over campus and Miss Johnson would know I'd seen. I sat there til 5th period began and then slipped out as Mister Hall settled his class in. Again, unobserved except for a few kids who just rolled there eyes and laughed at Sleepy Fred. I smiled back and headed to the computer lab and my Apple IIe.