Well it's a start...can't believe I still have this
Existing in 6th period math is hell. Lunch has already passed, and there is a whole remaining class left to deal with before you can leave. Hey, at least the teacher’s hot. Her flirty personality doesn’t hurt, either. She’s so young, she could almost pass as a student, and she’s probably has been stopped in the halls for a pass. He knows her for brushing her hand across his shoulder as she walks past him while checking everyone’s homework, and for her cute smile and wave that she give him on rare occasions if they spot each other on D corridor. But what guy she’s ever had as a student can’t say the same story? Sure he’d do her, if he was single. Right.
Just before the end of class, she passes back every test the class took the previous Monday (fuck teachers that give tests on Mondays). But his has a present on it, and yellow post-it note that reads “please see me after class.” The bell rings, and the class files out, except for him and his teacher. He walks over to her desk, drops the test on it, tries desperately but fails for a split second to check out her cleavage, and asks her about the note.
“You have a 62 average in this class” she says to him “and yet you manage to pull off a 97 on this test.” He stares at her blankly and replies “Sooo…maybe I studied. I know I have a 62, I needed that before the end of the quarter, or I would fail.” “If only that were the case” she says back. “What do you mean by that?” he says, this time with interest. “I’ve noticed you and Melissa in the hallways, how you two are holding hands. You two are definitely going out.” she says. “Yeah, so?” he replies. “So” she says, “I have Melissa in my first period class, and she is a very good student. I just find it very peculiar that both of you got 97’s on this test, with the exact same answers wrong.” A powerless sensation takes over him. “I’ll see you both today after school.”
In all actuality, he did not cheat on the test. Melissa did not give him her answers between classes. He actually did study on Sunday, how he and Melissa received the same results was completely beside him. It’s now 2:15, and only Melissa and himself have detention in this room today. Though it was to no fault of his own, he can’t help but feel guilty about bringing her down with him.
He doesn’t want to look at either of them. It’s about 15 minutes into detention before anyone makes a move. The teacher gets up and walks to the other side of the classroom to where Melissa is seated. He doesn’t care to look up, he figures that she is just filling her head with questions himself that can only be negative. But a sudden giggle by Melissa take his attention. He looks over and sees them both looking over at him, with soft eyes and smiles. Then the teacher lays a peck on his girlfriend’s check, and their smiles only get bigger.
‘What the fuck was that’ rings in his head as he gets up, only to receive a nasty look from his teacher that paralyzes him in place. They both giggle as they make out before his eyes. But that’s where the fun stops. As their teacher take control, and touches his girlfriend, Melissa’s smiles and laughs turn to looks of discomfort, and uncertainty. He starts at his teacher but stops short when she sends him a look that reads ‘Who do you think they will believe?’
By now, the teachers fingers are in Melissa tight shorts, working on her clit. Both Melissa and he look into each others eyes, with mixed emotions, but still extremely turned on. The door is locked, the only light in the room comes from the windows. As Melissa moans, shivers go up and down his spine. Then, his teacher stops. It’s his turn.
Ever since he was stopped short, he hasn’t moved an inch. Even if he wanted to, he probably couldn’t, anyway. Both Melissa, and the teacher get up and walk to him. The teacher forcefully push him back so he falls back on his lab table. His girlfriend looks at him with empathy and playfully kisses him while holding his hands as the teacher undoes his belt, and his pants.
The teacher is in control. He is ready. He has been powerlessly rock hard since she stopped him short. As she goes to work on him, he lies back on the table enjoying every touch and feeling he is experiencing. Melissa, now naked from the waste down, takes back her man, and sits on his hard, throbbing cock. As his girl rides him up and down, the teacher moves up to his face and kiss him while leading his hands to her waiting pussy. His girl friend moans as both he and her are getting closer and closer and… “Good Monday morning Springfield, it is now the top of the hour, in 20 minutes past the hour we will have our special guest….” his alarm goes off. In disgust, he punches the off button and starts waking up. He finishes getting ready and get into his car ready to set off for school.
But just before he starts his car, he looks at himself in the rear-view mirror, and laughs. It is Monday, and he does have a math test. But this time, he actually did study on Sunday.
Existing in 6th period math is hell. Lunch has already passed, and there is a whole remaining class left to deal with before you can leave. Hey, at least the teacher’s hot. Her flirty personality doesn’t hurt, either. She’s so young, she could almost pass as a student, and she’s probably has been stopped in the halls for a pass. He knows her for brushing her hand across his shoulder as she walks past him while checking everyone’s homework, and for her cute smile and wave that she give him on rare occasions if they spot each other on D corridor. But what guy she’s ever had as a student can’t say the same story? Sure he’d do her, if he was single. Right.
Just before the end of class, she passes back every test the class took the previous Monday (fuck teachers that give tests on Mondays). But his has a present on it, and yellow post-it note that reads “please see me after class.” The bell rings, and the class files out, except for him and his teacher. He walks over to her desk, drops the test on it, tries desperately but fails for a split second to check out her cleavage, and asks her about the note.
“You have a 62 average in this class” she says to him “and yet you manage to pull off a 97 on this test.” He stares at her blankly and replies “Sooo…maybe I studied. I know I have a 62, I needed that before the end of the quarter, or I would fail.” “If only that were the case” she says back. “What do you mean by that?” he says, this time with interest. “I’ve noticed you and Melissa in the hallways, how you two are holding hands. You two are definitely going out.” she says. “Yeah, so?” he replies. “So” she says, “I have Melissa in my first period class, and she is a very good student. I just find it very peculiar that both of you got 97’s on this test, with the exact same answers wrong.” A powerless sensation takes over him. “I’ll see you both today after school.”
In all actuality, he did not cheat on the test. Melissa did not give him her answers between classes. He actually did study on Sunday, how he and Melissa received the same results was completely beside him. It’s now 2:15, and only Melissa and himself have detention in this room today. Though it was to no fault of his own, he can’t help but feel guilty about bringing her down with him.
He doesn’t want to look at either of them. It’s about 15 minutes into detention before anyone makes a move. The teacher gets up and walks to the other side of the classroom to where Melissa is seated. He doesn’t care to look up, he figures that she is just filling her head with questions himself that can only be negative. But a sudden giggle by Melissa take his attention. He looks over and sees them both looking over at him, with soft eyes and smiles. Then the teacher lays a peck on his girlfriend’s check, and their smiles only get bigger.
‘What the fuck was that’ rings in his head as he gets up, only to receive a nasty look from his teacher that paralyzes him in place. They both giggle as they make out before his eyes. But that’s where the fun stops. As their teacher take control, and touches his girlfriend, Melissa’s smiles and laughs turn to looks of discomfort, and uncertainty. He starts at his teacher but stops short when she sends him a look that reads ‘Who do you think they will believe?’
By now, the teachers fingers are in Melissa tight shorts, working on her clit. Both Melissa and he look into each others eyes, with mixed emotions, but still extremely turned on. The door is locked, the only light in the room comes from the windows. As Melissa moans, shivers go up and down his spine. Then, his teacher stops. It’s his turn.
Ever since he was stopped short, he hasn’t moved an inch. Even if he wanted to, he probably couldn’t, anyway. Both Melissa, and the teacher get up and walk to him. The teacher forcefully push him back so he falls back on his lab table. His girlfriend looks at him with empathy and playfully kisses him while holding his hands as the teacher undoes his belt, and his pants.
The teacher is in control. He is ready. He has been powerlessly rock hard since she stopped him short. As she goes to work on him, he lies back on the table enjoying every touch and feeling he is experiencing. Melissa, now naked from the waste down, takes back her man, and sits on his hard, throbbing cock. As his girl rides him up and down, the teacher moves up to his face and kiss him while leading his hands to her waiting pussy. His girl friend moans as both he and her are getting closer and closer and… “Good Monday morning Springfield, it is now the top of the hour, in 20 minutes past the hour we will have our special guest….” his alarm goes off. In disgust, he punches the off button and starts waking up. He finishes getting ready and get into his car ready to set off for school.
But just before he starts his car, he looks at himself in the rear-view mirror, and laughs. It is Monday, and he does have a math test. But this time, he actually did study on Sunday.
