Janice Findalay, how I loved thee. (979 hits)
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Submitted by Jay Peg <jgreening> (View user info) at 2004-12-30 11:29:59 EST
She looked so good that first day of school.
The first day of being a man.
The first day of Junior High.
Regular Junior High.
Not the one day of Catholic School Junior High mentioned here--> http://www.ubersite.com/m/52154
Let me tell you, I was relieved to be wearing regular clothes to school instead of the shirt and tie I wore the week previous.
As I walked into school, I found a few elementary school friends I thought I'd never see, and instead of telling them I was pulled from Catholic School for rubbing my junk in the hallway, I made the excuse that I had the mumps.
We chatted about the olden days, last spring before our graduation from Allendale Elemantary School, back when we were just kids without a care in the world.
Then we talked about being men now.
Having different teachers for different classes.
Lockers.
Gym class.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gym class...
Where the girls have to dress in the same skimpy shorts and T-Shirt we did.
I loved that class.
And before I thought it could get any better, out came our gym teacher, Janice Findalay.
She was no more than 30, and what a BODY. Good GOD we stared at her lithe frame, slowly walking around us and between us, with her grey sleeveless T-Shirt and red spandex shorts under a pair of black running shorts.
When she called our names for roll call, not a single boy in class could eek out anything more audible than a whispered "here".
Everything was going great that first day in class. We had to test out in certain skills, to find out what we needed to improve on.
Then came the dreaded rope climb.
Every boy cringed, knowing his half-mast woody would soon become a full flag, sperm-gun salute to our teacher, and the other various girls scattered around class.
Half of them feigned an injury during the "Horse Jump" test, only to find out the rope would be waiting during lunch.
I was not one of those "boys".
I was a man.
A man not afraid to let people know how I feel about them.
Not afraid to show them exactly what my body has in store for them if they just take a chance on this half-second trick pony.
Of course, I had been triple dog dared to do so, and God forbid I say no to a triple dog dare...
So I walk up to the rope when my name was called.
Sweet beautiful perky Ms. Janice Findalay and her wonderful tight smooth as silk legs and her holyshitiwishiwasaninfantsoicouldsuckonthose breasts asked me my name.
I spat out "JyGrninma'am."
"Excuse me?"
My mouth was dry. My throat constricted. I couldn't have formed a word if my life depended on it.
Thankfully, Albie blurted out, "His name is Jay and he thinks you're beautiful!"
Bastard... MotherfuckingcocksuckingdeadatrecessbecauseIwillpummelhimwiththetetherballuntilhecries Albie threw me under the bus.
And HE'S the fuck who triple dog dared me.
Now, with red face, rumbling hatred and a boiling crotch, I approached the rope.
I was scared.
Petrified.
She now knew I thought she was bomb-diggity.
And if she saw the woody I had after getting off the rope, there was no WAY she'd ever let me buy her a Stromboli at lunch.
Wait a second... Maybe she'd want me MORE? Maybe a little kissy-kissy after school, seeing as how now that I'm in Junior High, I *am* a man?
So I shot up that rope with an abandon. The bottom was shaking so violently, it nearly threw the kid holding it.
I had reached the top. The wooden circle that tells you "get your ass down there and make your gym teacher rip off your shorts with the size of your poker!"
So I flew down, barely holding on. Speed was my friend, and my enemy was friction.
My enemy won.
Like Little Big Horn.
Three quarters of the way down, the rope had burned a line on the inside of each thigh that to this day is still scarred.
In seering pain, I let go, 10 feet from the bottom.
And I landed.
Hard.
Right on top of the kid holing the rope steady.
Anyway, as I was being wheeled away to the ambulance on the stretcher, wailing in pain from the broekn ankle and severly twisted knee, I looked into my teachers eyes and saw no love. No Lust. NO want to kiss and lick the rope burns on my thighs... Only pity. And the hint of humor.
Bitch wanted to laugh.
Fuck Ms. Janice Findalay and her wonderous ass and perfect titties and glorious legs.
Fuck her for all eternity.
Then she whispered to the paramedic, and he pulled the blanket up over my groin.
All those thoughts of "Fuck Ms. Findalay" had made me think of doing just that...
In front of the entire gym class...
At least I won the triple dog dare...
User Reviews
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-04-08 00:03:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Keep going ETS!
Banning awaits!
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2006-04-07 23:50:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by CookieLass (user info) at 2005-02-01 19:22:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Hee hee hee... if I make you recite poetry to me, will *I* get your vesuvius? Preferably NOT in your school trousers.....
Submitted by mikethescottish (user info) at 2005-02-01 19:09:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Good story. I had an English teacher who was damn gorgeous; problem being that she loved my accent and made me recite Burns poetry in front of the class- not ideal when I had a veritable Vesuvius bulging from the front of my grey school trousers. Ahh, good times.
Submitted by Shizae (user info) at 2004-12-30 21:50:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
So glad there's no rope to climb at my old school. Nor was there Junior High.
Submitted by BuckeyesTHEGAME (user info) at 2004-12-30 19:12:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice, but I only rated this so I was sure you'd see this...
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Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2004-12-30 16:46:05 (#)
Ranking: 2
Just for fun, this is now reposted at www.blinkcentral.com...
I'm such a bad person.
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Unless I'm mistaken, someone deleted it... Could you check to see if it's still up, and at least tell us which of the 50,000 different forums it is in?
I really don't want to have to deal with that nonsense again.
Submitted by houseman (user info) at 2004-12-30 17:13:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Love your style jay
Submitted by WillZone (user info) at 2004-12-30 16:50:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Finda-laid!
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2004-12-30 14:39:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Unfortunately I never had any hot teachers.
I think I may sue.
-Dave
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2004-12-30 13:58:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
We've all been there.
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2004-12-30 12:39:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Shoulda had a better, witty title...
I betcha people think this is a lovey-dovey post...
Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2004-12-30 11:33:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
a lot of boner in this story, but the hot teachers always make up for that.
<ejaculates>