Disclaimer: Welcome Back, Kotter belongs to The Komack Company and Wolper
Productions. This story is not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 02/16/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Voyurism, female solo sex, strong language, male solo sex,
male/female sex

Category: Het

Pairing: Barbarino/f

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: Just as they are about to go to Mister Kotter's class, the three
other Sweathogs suddenly start laughing after finding out that Vinnie's in
trouble with the history teacher... or so they thought.

Other Notes: This AU story is based on a picture entitled 'Pin Up Teacher'
by an artist named David Saavedra.

Dedications: None so far.

Welcome Back, Kotter: My Very Favorite Student
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

Let me tell all of you nice folks right now that you would never find a
far more wonderful group of guys roaming around the halls of good old
James Buchanan High School within the City of Brooklyn, New York than the
Sweathogs, who are so lucky to have one of their own teaching social
studies to them whose name happens to be Mister Gabe Kotter, who had gotten
himself married to this hot-looking babe named Julie -- who he still loves
with all of his heart in spite of the fact that she still makes a really
lousy tuna casserole -- and once given a certain Vice Principal who happens
to be known as Mister Michael Woodman nothing but grief back when 'Old Mister
Woodface' was teaching social studies to Mister Kotter and his fellow

Speaking of which, this new batch of Sweathogs are just like the ones back
in the good old days... a bunch of snot-nosed troublemakers. There's this
African-American kid who calls himself Freddie 'Boom Boom' Washington, a kid
with a tough guy type attitude named Juan Epstein and a dopey-looking kid
with the worst sounding laugh that I had never heard in my entire life whose
name happens to be Arnold Horshack. And then, there's Vinnie Barbarino, the
one young and handsome -- though slightly dimwitted -- kid who had somehow
became the leader of the Sweathogs.

And you want to know something, I'm so glad that I had brought the name
'Vinnie Barbarino' up because this story that I'm writing right now happens
to involve that one kid, for you see, it was after the school bell had
sounded and all of the students of James Buchanan High had to go to their
next classes, which also means that the four Sweathogs that I had already
mentioned were all suppossed to go from this one history class that was being
taught by one really hot-looking dark-haired babe of a teacher named Liliana
Nicholson and straight to Mister Kotter's class.

But just as those four Sweathogs were about to step out of Miss Nicholson's
classroom, that hot babe of a history teacher had placed her hands on her
hips, turned her eyes toward those four kids and said, "Not so fast, Mister
Barbarino! There are some things that I do need to discuss with you right
here and now!" which had caused the other three Sweathogs to let out a hearty
dose of laughter and a smiling Freddie to place his hand on Vinnie's shoulder
and say, "Well, Vinnie. I don't know what else to say... except that you're
on your own!"

And after the other three Sweathogs had left the history classroom and
continued laughing their heads off, a confused Vinnie had sat himself back
down at his desk, turned his eyes toward Miss Nicholson and asked, "Is there
something wrong, Miss Nicholson?" just before she had closed and locked the
door, opened her desk drawer, taken a folded piece of paper out of that
drawer, handed it to Vinnie and asked, "May I ask how was I able to find
this pinned to the hallway bulletin board, Mister Barbarino?"

And as soon as he had unfolded that piece of paper and discovered that it was
actually a photo of Miss Nicholson standing bare-ass naked in front of the
chalkboard with two of her fingers inside her cunt and the other hand on one
of her exposed tits, a shocked Vinnie had placed his hands on his forehead
and thought to himself, *Aaaahhhh, fucking shit!*, before he had lifted up
his head, placed his hands on his chest and said, "Look, Miss Nicholson. I
really am sorry about this. All you have to do is tell me what you want me to
do to make it up to you and I'll do it. I mean it. Just tell me."

And after she had given that suggestion of Vinnie's some thought, Miss
Nicholson had snatched that photo away from Vinnie's desk, tossed it back
inside her desk drawer and slammed it shut before she had turned her eyes
toward that poor young Sweathog and said, "Okay, Mister Barbarino! I want
you to take your clothes off right here and right now!", which had caused
Vinnie to get up from his desk and say, "Okay, Miss Nicholson."

And after he had stripped off all of his clothes and stood bare-ass naked in
front of her, a curious Vinnie had scratched the back of his head and asked,
"Now what do you want me to do, Miss Nicholson?" before she had taken all of
her clothes off, stood bare-ass naked in front of Vinnie and answered,
"Oooohhhh, I do believe that we both already know the answer to that
question. Don't you agree, Mister Barbarino?"

And then, after she had slowly licked her lips and started pumping two of her
fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits with the
other hand, Vinnie had allowed a small smile to appear on his face and began
stroking his stiff cock right in front of Liliana just before she had moved
herself closer to her handsome student, kissed him ever so passionately on
the lips and allowed him to start licking all over her nude body -- all the
way down to her hot, moist snatch and carressing her firm breasts.

Then, after she had placed her hands on his bare shoulders and said,
"Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Vinnie! Touch me! Touch me there!
Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" both Vinnie and Liliana had lowered
themselves down to the floor just in time for the young and handsome
Sweathog to turn himself around and allow the history teaching babe to
start sucking on his stone hard dick, which had caused the both of them
to suddenly realize that they were both still able to experience that one
hot moment of pure sexual pleasure and enjoy every minute of it.

That was before Vinnie had placed his stiff cock inside Liliana's asshole,
used each of his hands to carress both her hot and steamy cunt and stiff
mounds and began blowing his hot breath on the nape of her bare neck,
causing the sexually-energized Liliana to place one of her hands on
Vinnie's bare shoulder and the other hand on his bare arm and yell at the

And then, after the two secret lovers had started moving themselves harder
and faster and their lovemaking had finally arrived at James Buchanan High
just in time for its first semester, both Vinnie and Liliana had came and
collapsed due to exhaustion just in time for the hot teacher babe to lift
up her head, look at the handsome Sweathog with pure kindness in her eyes,
let out a sigh and say, "You know, Vinnie. You really should be more
careful. I mean, I really do know that Mister Woodman is a mean old
pain-in-the-ass but if he had discovered that picture on the bulletin board
before I had, the shit would really hit the fan around here. And I don't
want you to go. After all, you still are my very favorite student," and after
they had given each other one more deep and passionate kiss and snuggled
themselves up to each other, both Vinnie and Liliana had fallen asleep with
their naked arms in a lover's embrace, while everyone else within James
Buchanan High School had kept on doing their normal daily routines.

Just then, after the final bell had sounded and all of the students had
rushed themselves out of the school building and started heading home for
the day, a concerned Mister Kotter had walked himself up to Vinnie, placed
his gentle hand on the young Sweathog's shoulder and said, "Look, Vinnie.
I don't know what it was that had gotten you in trouble with Miss Nicholson
this time but if I see her walk out of the building, I'll go over to her
and speak on your behalf. Okay?" only to have Vinnie place himself in front
of Mister Kotter and say, "Oooohhhh, no. No thanks, Mister Kotter. There's
no need. We had worked it out and everything's cool," just before he had
walked himself away from the former Sweathog, rolled his eyes and thought
to himself, *In more ways than one.*



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