Two Teachers, One Pupil.
Double English was a drag, lead onto double Maths just before lunch.
In fact Maths being the time of day she can catch her eye candy, flicking through pages of her course work all the while pretending not to focus on her displayed boobs, wearing her normal uniform - minus the top four buttons of her shirt.
Her skirt, short as could be riding up as she walked down the corridor before class, the odd wink and whistle blew as she walked past a group of teenage boys. She winked back before smiling at them all coyly. Walking on she made her way to Maths, or rather Mr Dean's class.
It had been all too long, four months. She had suffered for, waiting for him to make that move. Something she knew he couldn't do legally but hey? Who would tell? She wouldn't, that she was sure of. She was nineteen, him being her teacher was the only problem.
She was first in class, she sat in against the wall at the very back of the room, her favourite place where she could touch herself and wink as Mr Dean looked up. Every time she had done this, he attempted to smile back although flustered he failed, before looking down and correcting the students course work on his desk.
Class began; Algebra.
About forty minutes had passed, she rolled her eyes and roughly fingered her hair, looking up to where Mr Dean sat, and sighed. He was looking at her this time, his legs and shoes perched on his desk: relaxed mode she thought. Then he winked.
Subconsciously she laughed, a small laugh but non-the-less. Checking it was clear, she peered round the class. Everyone sat staring at their sheets, not one was focused on either of them. So she began un-buttoning the top four buttons of her shirt, loosely untying her school tie and letting the knot hang round her waist. Lifting her leg onto the table, the same way he sat, yet only one leg she posed it. Her skirt already high up and her leg lying on the table, she could tell she was showing her underwear to him. Something he liked, as he sat smiling. She grabbed her pencil, ready for use but placed the tip of it in her mouth, licking it softly and looking at him while she did so. Pushing the pencil back and forth, going deeper with every movement. His eyes pierced at her, with a grin spreading across his face.
The bell rang, time for a lunch break. But that was something she planned on skipping if that meant she got a piece of him. Walking outside the class she stayed against the door, all the students left before she spoke.
"Where?" she asked seductively.
"Not here," he whispered, walking towards her. "... my office will be empty in five minutes" he said.
"Then.. I'll be there" she said, biting the edge of her lip. She walked outside the room, up the stairs to the main office. Walking through to where his office was she sat outside on a chair. Waiting.
Soon enough he appeared, shuffling her into the room with his hand on her back. Mumbling something about "corrective course work faults" to avoid any questions from the office opposite. The door closed heavily as she walked into the room, quickly spinning round as he grabbed her from behind turning her to face him. Not even bothering to place his lips anywhere on her, he started unbuttoning her shirt while she unbuttoned his, throwing it onto the ground before unclasping his belt and pushing his trousers down.
