untitled teacher/student fic
-- originally published 2024-09-25 --
this was a story i had written for my cohost account (rip), that i ended up having to rush to finish before the site shut down. i was quite proud of it at the time, but i hope it's still good...
content warnings for:
- assumes transfeminine gender of reader
- assumes general ok-ness with girlcock, having one, etc
- parental abuse
- mild transphobia
- homelessness
- teacher/student relationship (both over 18, of course)
"hon? hey, you with me? i said, it's okay to come in."
you looked up at her. she'd been your teacher for a few months now; you never really took her classes seriously, but you still managed to pay attention to her lectures, if not for the content. i mean, come on, compiler design? when in the world would that ever be useful to anyone, let alone you? barely passing your classes, sleeping in lectures, seemingly completely oblivious to your academic future... you were probably the worst student on campus.
to be fair, it's hard to focus on schooling after being kicked out of your home. you'd been living with your parents for your whole life. they were so proud of you when you got accepted into college, even if it wasn't the big fancy school they were hoping for. they were much less proud of you, of course, when they'd discovered you'd been taking hormones for the past year or so. honestly, it was almost a relief when your mom approached you with the tablets in hand. it was getting harder to hide your curves with every passing day, and you'd almost let your femme voice slip every now and then. after they found out, they kicked you out on the spot, and you no longer had a home to call yours.
you had a few friends in the area, but none who'd be okay with you staying over for more than a few days. so it wasn't your choice to rough out the nights and sneak in sleep when you could: your grades would suffer, your morale would drop, and finding a shower was difficult. but you persisted. and she noticed.
the second she asked you to stay after class, you knew something was up. as everyone else left, you stayed in your seat, the crowd flowing around you and out the door. as the last few students petered out, you stood, and trudged towards her desk. she looked up. her hair flowed perfectly over her shoulders as she asked you about your grades, your hygiene, your sleeping. you held out, dodging all her questions. she didn't need to know; she didn't have to know. she was too perfect to trifle with your troubles, she didn't deserve that...
but at her final question - a simple "is there anything else you'd like to say," a courtesy more than anything - the dam broke. it all came out at once. your parents, the streets, your hunger, your overwhelming lack of sleep... this poor woman. subjected to your pathetic sob story, handing you tissues to try to mitigate the flood of tears.
she didn't seem annoyed, however. after you had finished dousing her with your depression, she simply put the tissue box down, stepped towards you, and with an air of grace surrounding her, wrapped her arms around you.
the warmth coming off of her felt surreal. you froze, stuck processing it. finally you convinced your arms to return the hold, tears once again streaming down your face. after a moment, she broke the silence to ask something of you.
"come live with me."
you threw yourself off her, looked at her in complete disbelief. she was shorter than you, by about half a foot. her hazel eyes gazed back into yours as she repeated: "come live at my place for a while. i've got an open couch. it might not be the best, but it's absolutely better than this."
you took a few seconds to collect yourself, and still in disbelief, thanked her, and accepted her offer - not without some guilt, of course. she looked like an angel, smiling in response.
when you arrived at her home she showed you around each room, insisting that it was as much yours as it was hers. she was embarrassed about the mess. you hadn't seen a nicer place in weeks. she had work from 8-3 mondays, wednesdays, and fridays, so you'd be on your own then, but she'd be at home most of the rest of the time. anything you needed, she said, she'd be happy to help with. you sank into her couch and fell into the deepest rest you'd had in months.
slowly, over the next few weeks, you began to recover from the crisis. you'd been taking regular showers, working through your backlog of homework, even finding some time to hit the gym. and at the end of every day, you'd come back to her welcoming you with open arms. every evening, she'd wish you goodnight, head to her bedroom, and you'd lay down on the couch. you were, just maybe, finding safety again.
tonight, though, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. maybe it was the sound of the wind, maybe it was too cold in the living room, but whatever it was, you didn't feel confident you could deal with it alone.
it wasn't easy to work the confidence up to walk over to her door; it was even harder to work up the courage to knock. this beautiful, kind soul had taken you into her home and treated you with endless kindness, and you repay her by waking her while she's trying to sleep? bothering her some more with your presence? but no, you're not about to have another sleepless night. you needed comfort. and she did say anything you needed... right?
you knocked, and nothing. knocked again, and a voice called out.
"come in!"
you cracked the door open, but couldn't seem to walk through it.
"hon? hey, you with me? i said, it's okay to come in."
as you looked up towards her, you saw that gorgeous smile you hadn't been able to get out of your mind. you mentioned you were having trouble falling asleep, and she once again invited you in. finally, you felt your legs push you forward.
"what's the matter?" every word she said, she enrobed with care. you shrugged and sat at the foot of her bed, and she moved toward you. so many thoughts were racing through your mind, of every color of emotion.
"maybe I could make you a warm glass of m-" your body cut her off mid sentence, throwing its arms around her and resting your head on her shoulder, pressed to hers. her surprise only lasted a few seconds, after which she draped her arms gently around your shoulders, holding you tightly to her. you never wanted her to let go. that warmth, that blanket of love you'd been missing... it was everywhere.
"hey," she pulled you over. "do you want to come over here?" she lifted up the corner of the blanket, and unthinkingly, you drifted in towards her. laying down with her, your bodies held so close together, you couldn't... couldn't help but... oh god, is that... are you getting hard? god, fuck, don't make it awkward, fuck...
you turned away from her and muttered an apology. it was something sacred you had going, and you ruined it by getting turned on? she'd be kicking you out for this, almost definitely. so why wasn't she yelling at you? instead, she cupped your face, turning it back to face hers. that gorgeous smile...
"it's okay. i don't mind, really..." your heart was pounding in your chest. "hey, i hadn't said anything until now, but... i'm the same way, okay?" you looked at her in disbelief. "i also get nervous around really pretty women, like you. so it's okay, i promise." you didn't think there was a slim chance you were conscious. she ran her soft, gentle hand down your face. "do you want to go back to snuggling?" she made it sound so innocent, but you weren't so sure she had innocent intentions. you certainly hoped not. her arms wrapped back around you, and yours followed her lead. you buried your head in her, trying to be conscious of your bulge placement, when her leg suddenly shifted to press up against your crotch.
definitely not so innocent. your face was burning.
"um... can i feel it? i know it's sudden to ask, but... well, i can't help myself..." you gasped and nodded into her clavicle. if you really were dreaming, you'd better milk the shit out of this. her hand drifted from your face down to your shoulder, down your arm, down your side, and finally to your pelvis, graced you with its heavenly presence. you turned your face into the pillow and blushed, breathing in sharply as she touched it. fireworks erupted in your brain.
"pretty girl... i've thought about this for a long time..." you were already whimpering from her touch; but her words caressed a stifled moan out of you. her hand reached under your panties and her fingers wrapped themselves around your shaft. her other hand fell up to your face, gently guided you out of her chest, directed your gaze at her. she was blushing almost as hard as you. her eyes were fixed on your face, just as yours were on hers. her stroking hand gently played with you. you could barely hear her asking, "want to feel mine?" you were too busy basking in her beaut-
what?
her, what?
"love," she prodded again. "or, maybe that's not a good name- we should talk this over when we're not like this. but," she looked at you with a sheepish grin. "do you want to feel me? you've gotten me quite worked up..."
it hadn't once occurred to you that she'd been trans. the possibility was out of the question -- she just didn't even compute as human, her presence and beauty divine. you'd have considered her a "transition goal" if that was a thing you did. maybe you did consider her so, a little bit. but here, in front of you, it all clicked - why she had been so generous to you, why she seemed to care so much about this scrappy kid. she saw herself in you, at least a little bit. and there she was, still going out of her way to help you, reassure you, offer you everything you'd dreamed of for months...
of course you're feeling her.
you'd never given someone a handjob before. hell, you've never seen a dick on someone else, outside of a screen. the closest you'd come to anything like this was back in high school, when a girl you'd liked got a little handsy with you. it didn't feel quite right back then. you didn't have the words for why it never felt right, just a vague feeling of unease. you didn't want it to be your first time. you didn't want a first time. not as you were.
but now, laying beside her, everything clicked. to be treated, to be loved as a girl... it was something you could only yearn after. before her, of course. before tonight.
your hand glazed down her side, across her tummy. your fingers curled around the outline of her cock, over her panties. you could've sworn you heard her gasp for air as they did. it was reassuring. she was falling back down to humanity in your touch. her grasp on you tightened with yours, her gentle strokes followed your lead. your eyes were in lockstep with one another; dancing back and forth between your bodies and themselves.
"do you want to kiss me, love?" her words flowed from her mouth so smoothly, wrapped themselves around your brain, and squeezed it for all the thoughts left in it. you wanted to kiss her so badly, it made you look stupid.
you couldn't speak at all. your voice was too busy letting out miniature moans in response to her increasingly rapid stroking. your only hope was to nod, or maybe, just to let it happen... so you leaned. and she leaned, too. you could feel the blushing between yourselves heating the air.
and, just a few inches away from your face, she paused.
"no matter what happens after tonight," she whispered, "whatever comes out of this, i just want you to know... i'm happy, right now, that we got to share this. thank you..."
her words lingered in the air for a few moments as she took the time to admire your face, staring into your eyes, before finally closing hers, and leaning in. as your lips touched, you felt a wave of emotion come over you... your whole body felt like it was awash in a sea of pleasure. it felt strangely like you were, um..
cumming?
cumming...
the realization dawned on the both of you at nearly the same time. she felt the warm liquid dripping down her hands just as you figured out what it was you were feeling. but it only made her lean harder into the kiss, locking her lips with yours. you pumped out the last few spurts of cum you had in you, and slowly pulled away from her to catch your breath.
eventually, you came to, and your bliss faded back into a familiar mix of embarrassment and shame. what did you just do? here she was, possibly the most beautiful woman in the world, and you just had to ruin her with your stupid horny thoughts, and you couldn't even last more than a single damned kiss, and you're such a fucking perv-
your thoughts were cut short by her, her arms coiling themselves around you. you felt her nuzzle into your shoulder, squeezing you with a contented sigh.
"thank you for that, love..." her voice glazed over your brain, and you felt your body relax, almost as if she were melting you. you heard her yawn... you were getting pretty sleepy, yourself.
nestled into one another, the both of you fell asleep pretty quickly. you slept the best you ever had, that night.