Reindeer Games
Dunder
Nick hadn’t liked having to go looking for Holly.
That was Carol’s fault and in the end, perhaps that was why he’d done it. He could always have gone out and found himself another girlfriend. Those weren’t really all that hard to find, but the idea that his ex-wife might be getting the upper hand on him, now that was something he just couldn’t live with.
So in the end, he’d gone looking and in the end, she wasn’t all that hard to find.
She thought she was in love.
Well actually, that wasn’t exactly right. She actually was in love but it was a false condition. It was a false condition that his ex-wife had created.
Well, that wasn’t right either. There was nothing false about it. Holly had actually been in love and Nick could have left her where he’d found her and she would have been happy that he had and she probably still would have been happily sucking away on that kid’s cock but if he’d left her where he’d found her, it would have meant he would have had to let his ex-wife win and that was something he just couldn’t bring himself to do.
So he’d taken Holly back and because the kid had taken good care of her while he’d had her, he’d made sure the kid had had a reward of his own and so that, at least, was that, but still one thing remained. Nick just couldn’t leave it like that. He had to do something to get back at his ex-wife and as he thought about what it was that he might do, a thought occurred to him and that thought became an idea and that idea blossomed into a plan and Nick was happy because Nick knew what he was going to do.
It wasn’t so much a physical modification as it was a modification in the way the brain worked. Anything could be an attraction if the right stimulus was there. Even things that most people would find disgusting could in fact become a total turn-on if the right way of thinking was there and the best thing about it was that unless Carol looked very hard, she might not even know what Nick had done.
At least that was what Nick kept telling himself.
It wasn’t hard for Nick to find his ex’s boyfriend. He’d done it before and he could do it again. It was just a matter of finding him at the right time. Being the big man on campus meant Kris was popular but more than that, Nick had the feeling that Kris was avoiding him.
It was little things like turning away at just the right moment, like keeping people around him when Nick was around, things like that. Those things might have seemed innocuous to almost anyone else, but Nick knew instinctively what was going on. Smart, Carol, he commended his ex. Smart. It wasn’t impossible to do what he needed when others were around but it was just a whole lot easier when he could get the boy alone and since Carol couldn’t be with him 24/7, she was doing everything she could to make sure her boyfriend made sure that he was never alone with Nick.
But there were ways of getting around that. Nick knew that and he was sure Carol knew it, too. This avoidance stuff wasn’t the only sort of protection that she’d have given him. She’d be keeping a closer eye on him as well.
Well she could look all she wanted and there were still other ways of getting around her trying to keep Kris away from Nick.
Her name was Belle Starr and she taught English Lit at the university. More to the point, she taught the English Lit course that Kris was enrolled in.
It was the end of a long day and Belle was giving her class their homework assignments. “Remember,” she told the class. “You have a report due on Friday and I’d like to see a little more effort this time around than I did last time.”
Some of her students actually took note of her words and she hoped that meant their work product would be better.
“And remember, I want chapters 19 and 20 completed by our next class.”
Again, her students seemed to take note.
“And finally, Mr. Tannenbaum, if you would, I’d like you to stay after class.”
Kris looked at his buddies and his buddies looked back at him and Kris shrugged. “I’ll catch up with you guys later,” the football player said.
“Sure man,” said one of his friends.
“Later, dude,” said the other.
The teacher waited for all of the students to file out before she would talk to the football player. “Mr. Tannenbaum,” she said. “Do you know why I asked you to stay?”
Kris shook his head.
“I have to tell you that I’m disappointed in the quality of your work of recent.”
Kris looked understandably confused. He might not have been the best student in class but as far as he could tell, he was doing just fine.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to see an improvement in your work or your grades may suffer.”
That got Kris’s attention. If his GPA dropped too low, they’d kick him off the football team. “What can I do to do better?” he asked.
“I don’t have anything specific,” his teacher said, “but what I do need is for you to focus better.”
“I am focusing,” Kris said.
“Then I don’t know what to say.”
Kris was bewildered. Unlike some of his fellow athletes, he knew he had a brain and he was willing to use it and he’d never really had a problem with classes before. He wasn’t going to be running a straight-A average but he was far from stupid.
“I don’t know what to say,” his teacher was saying again, “but you are going to have to do better.”
“I will,” Kris promised.
The teacher looked up as a newcomer entered her classroom. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” she said.
Kris turned and that’s when he felt a panic going up in him. He didn’t know this man. He was sure of that but he was just as sure that he had to get away from him.
“Where are you going, Mr. Tannenbaum?”
Kris turned to look back at his teacher. “I thought we were done here,” he said.
“We are but I haven’t said you could go yet.”
Kris could feel the other man getting closer and he wasn’t sure how he knew it but he just knew he shouldn’t be here. “I’ve got to go,” he said.
“I think maybe that’s the root of your problem, Mr. Tannenbaum.”
“What is?”
“I’m trying to help you be a better student and all you seem to want to do is to run off and play.”
Kris looked back at the man. He was almost there. He was too close actually but Kris just couldn’t cut and run.
“You have to ask yourself if you’re here to get an education,” his teacher said, “or if the real reason you’re here is just to play football.”
“Is there a problem?” Nick asked.
Was there a problem, Kris wondered. He thought there was and he was sure he still wanted to get away from this man but for the life of him, he just couldn’t seem to understand why.
“Is there a problem?” Nick asked again.
Kris shook his head even though he was sure there was.
“I think you’re teacher was asking you a question. Why are you here?”
“I ... I’m here for an education,” Kris stammered.
“You don’t sound too sure of it,” Nick said.
He wasn’t sure of it, Kris realized but then he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
“I suppose I can understand,” Nick said.
As much as he had this need to get away from this man, Kris couldn’t help but respond. “Understand?” he asked.
“Sure. I can understand why you’d be so stupid.”
“You can?”
“Sure I can. It must be so hard to think straight with a teacher as hot as Miss Starr here.”
Well yeah, the football player thought. It was kind of hard to think straight.
“But the cool thing is, the stupider you are, the more time she spends with you.”
He hadn’t thought of it that way but now that he was, he could see the sense of it not that he cared much about making sense.
“I think you’re going to need Ms. Starr’s help if you’re going to pass her course.”
Yeah, Kris thought dully. That much was obvious.
“You’re going to have to do whatever she tells you to do.”
There was something wrong with this, Kris tried to tell himself. Why just moments before, he’d been thinking that he had to get away from this man and he was still thinking that now but he was still listening to what the man had to say.
“I know what’s going through your mind, buddy.”
What, Kris wondered. What was going through his mind. The truth was though that he hadn’t a clue.
“What’s your teacher’s name?” the man asked.
Kris looked dully at his teacher. It was almost as if he was having trouble remembering her name. It was ... it was ... was ... “Belle,” he said.
“Belle what?”
Damn. He really should know the answer to that but once again, the answer seemed to elude him. Belle what, Kris wondered.
“You don’t know?” Nick taunted.
How could he not know, Kris wondered.
“Is her last name Starr?” the other man asked.
Kris nodded gratefully. That was it. Belle Starr. He knew he’d get it, he told himself. Belle Starr. That was it. That was his teacher’s name.
“It seems to me you have trouble thinking straight,” the other man said.
It did seem that way, Kris had to admit.
“At least, you seem to have trouble thinking straight when you’re around her.”
Yeah, Kris thought numbly. That was true. He did have trouble thinking when he was around her.
“Kind of hard for you to get a good grade if you can’t think straight.”
He was right about that. Even Kris had to admit that, even if there was something about the man that made him just want to get away.
“Looks like the only way you’re going to get ahead in this class is if you fuck your way to your grade.”
There was something wrong with that, Kris told himself, but really, it was so hard to think.
Nick looked at the teacher. “He’s all yours,” he said and with that, the man turned and left.
It wasn’t like Belle Starr hadn’t ever thought of her students that way before but it was a long way between having a thought like that and actually following through on it. It was wrong, the teacher told herself. It was wrong and yet ... mmm, and yet, it just didn’t feel that wrong. In fact, it didn’t feel wrong at all. “So you want to get a good grade, do you?”
“Um yeah,” the athlete said in a heavy voice that was oddly reminiscent of the stereotypical jock.
Maybe that really was all he was, the teacher told herself. Maybe she’d been kidding herself when she tried to tell herself that he was different from all the others. Maybe all he really was was a big side of beef.
Mmm, but what a side of beef he was.
“I want a good grade,” Kris said woodenly.
“Well, if that’s what you want, you really need to understand the character. Know what I mean?”
Kris shook his head.
“Like in the story we were reading, when Elsbeth says she wants to get to know Herbert better, you know what that means, don’t you?”
Kris thought about it before he shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said.
“Well, let’s see if I can’t show you what the author meant. Suppose I wanted to get to know you better. What do you think I might do?”
Kris thought about it but again, he shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said.
“Well, I might do something like this,” the teacher said even as her hand stroked the front of his pants.
“Oh.”
“And then,” the teacher continued even as her hand slid the boy’s zipper down.
“Oh,” the boy said again.
“And then maybe,” the teacher said again, “maybe if I really wanted to get to know you better, I might open your belt like this.”
Wasn’t this wrong, Kris asked himself. He thought maybe it was but then who was he to challenge his teacher. After all, she was his teacher. She had to know better.
“And then I could take your pants down like this,” the teacher said, “and while I was at it, I could take your underwear down, too. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Miss Starr.”
“Oh, I like that. I like it when you call me Miss Starr. Why don’t you do that for me from now on. Can you do that for me? Can you call me Miss Starr?”
“Yes, Miss Starr.”
“That’s a good boy.”
Kris couldn’t help but feel a rush of elation at his teacher’s praise. He knew he wasn’t smart so when he did something right, it just made him feel that much better.
And that was how his English teacher took his jeans and his underwear down his legs all the way to his ankles. “Oh my, Mr. Tannenbaum. What a big cock you have.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, what?”
“Thank you, Miss Starr.”
“That’s a good boy.”
“How about I help you out of those shoes because I’m sure you’ve forgotten how to untie them.”
“Thank you, Miss Starr.”
“Not at all,” the teacher said as she helped him off with his shoes. “Now, do you think you can get your shirt off by yourself or do you think you’re going to need some help with that?”
“I think I can do it myself.”
“You’re sure?”
Kris looked back at the man. He was almost there. He was too close actually but he just couldn’t cut and run.
The teacher stood and she leaned back against her desk and she pulled up her skirt. “All right then,” she said even as she pressed her panties against her pussy. “Let’s see you do it.”
For all his bravado, Kris wasn’t actually sure he could do it but he’d said he could and he certainly didn’t want to disappoint his teacher and in the end, he’d taken his shirt off just fine.
“You have a beautiful body, Kris.”
“Thank you, Mr. Starr.”
“Would you like to see mine now,” his teacher asked.
“Sure.”
“How are you supposed to address me, Kris?”
“Oh sorry,” and the athlete corrected himself. “Sorry, Miss Starr. Yes, Miss Starr. I want to see your body.”
“That’s a good boy.”
The teacher took off her skirt and then her blouse. She was down to just her bra and panties as the boy watched and then she wasn’t even wearing the bra.
And then she wasn’t even wearing her panties.
Once more, she leaned back against her desk and once more, she spread her legs and she crooked her finger at her student. “Come here,” she said.
Like a good boy, Kris came.
Her fingers stroked her pussy. I think you know where I want you to put that cock, don’t you, Kris.
“Yes, Miss Starr.”
“Then let’s see you do it.”
That was all the invitation that Kris needed because in the next moment, he was stepping forward and he was sliding his cock inside his teacher’s wet pussy.
“Oh my,” his teacher gushed. “Oh my. What a big cock you have, Mr. Tannenbaum.”
“Thank you, Miss Starr.”
The woman moaned as her pupil shoved his cock even deeper between her legs. “No thank you,” she moaned. “Oh geez. Thank you.”
The woman moaned again. Her student might just have been a dumb jock but at least he had a big cock and then she moaned yet again. Oh yeah, she told herself as her pussy gripped that cock and she could feel the boy cum inside her tensing pussy. Oh yeah, that was good. Oh yeah. That was so fucking good. Oh yeah. They were definitely going to have to do that again.
Clever, Nicky, Carol thought. Very clever.
She’d thought that maybe her ex had grown tired of playing his games when she hadn’t seen anything in Kris’s mind but damn it, she told herself. She should have known better. Nicky never was one to let anyone else have the last word.
It was the stupidity that had done it. It was almost like a shell that kept the fucking hidden. It was almost like it was a second personality that didn’t exist when he wasn’t with his teacher and since he was so stupid then, even when he did have his old mind back, he still had trouble remembering just what it was that he’d done when he was stupid.
Oh, very nice indeed.
Very nice, Carol thought yet again as she wiped the last bits of tampering from Kris’s mind and perhaps she might have been more inclined to admire the handiwork if it wasn’t for the fact that it was HER boyfriend that Nicky was having his fun with. Ooh, she told herself. Ooh. Something was going to happen and she wasn’t sure what that was but she was sure something was going to happen.