Part 1 of 3 - parts 2 and 3 will follow shortly! This is the tamer one, but ultimately although this is a 'first time' type story, it also distinctly turns into more of a BDSM story. So you may want to wait for all 3 parts to decide on category? Just waiting for editor to check final part!
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Jane arrived for class early as usual. Walking into the empty classroom she smiled to herself as she took her usual place at the front of the class. The desk she chose wasn't dead centre, but just off to the side of the teacher's desk. She wouldn't want the furniture to block any views after all.
Jane was a bright girl. She'd recently moved to the area and was completing her final year in school. At 18 years old she was simply biding her time until she could leave for the real world. The work was easy, ever so easy. In fact, if she put her mind to it she knew she could be at least two years ahead of her class mates - her teachers in the past had pretty much told her that - but she preferred to put her intellect to another skill. With the work being that easy, she had plenty of time to concentrate on extracurricular activities. However, the activity she was keen on wasn't the type of 'after school' hobby that the school would put on for her.
Sex. Yes, her interests were firmly set on sex, sex and more sex. However, the most frustrating part of it was that she was still a virgin. Oh, she'd gotten close with a few boys her own age, but never the whole hog. Mainly, the boys' immaturity shone through and ended up either with them peaking too soon, or them not really knowing what they were doing. So to satisfy herself over the past few years, she'd resorted to a wide selection of dildos, vibrators, and unspeakable toys. She knew what she liked, and she liked plenty of it, but she was aching to try the real thing.
She had long since given up on the boys her own age. She could do better and she knew it, and ever since moving to this school she knew exactly who 'better' would be. The trouble was how to get him? This was exactly the difficult logical problem she had set her very bright brain to work on.
Mr Carter. Mr D Carter. Wonderful Carter. Biology teacher and the hottest fully mature man on campus. Every girl with a pulse had a crush on Mr Carter, and rightly so. As far as Jane had been able to gather though, none had ever gotten further than a crush. Of course, seducing a teacher wasn't exactly something to be encouraged - in fact, if Mr Carter had ever taken advantage of his position and the obvious affection the students had for him, he could lose his job. But Jane had noticed, that where most male teachers in his position would very firmly keep their distance, there was
something
about the way he acted that she believed that with the right student, with the right situation, that barrier could be broken. Oh and what a wonderful barrier that would be to break.
So this is why Jane was positioned in the front of the class, with a clear view of Mr Carter's chair - no desk to block the view - wearing what could only be described as an 'interpretation' of the school's uniform. Fortunately the school was very lenient on its uniform rules, especially with the older students, and most of the girls in the higher years made adjustments to their uniforms. So Jane's adjustments that she had made a few weeks ago were pretty much unnoticed among the throng of other students. With one exception. She'd already noticed that Mr Carter had noticed. She wore the standard school blouse, but one size too small, so her large womanly breasts strained against the thin material. She wore a variety of bras beneath the thin cotton, almost always white, but she made sure that on the days she had Biology class that the bra had a detailed pattern which could be clearly seen.
Of course, making sure the top few buttons were undone helped the look. The only insistence the school made regarding the uniform was that all girls must wear a skirt.
All the better
, Jane thought to herself, and she absentmindedly smoothed the material of her slightly too short black skirt. It was just long enough, when standing, to cover the top of her lacy topped hold up stockings, but when she sat, it rose up just enough that the pale cream tops could be glimpsed. Oh, no one else in the class could see them, the clever planning of her regular desk had seen to that; no one except Mr Carter of course. Finished off with black shoes with a 3 inch heel, and a black tie tied loosely around her neck - the knot of which rested on her exposed and heaving cleavage - the look was complete.
Jane smiled to herself as the other students filed in to the class, followed finally by Mr Carter. She knew her plan was soon to come to fruition, and the thought was making her small but modest white panties just slightly damp.
No
, she thought to herself,
mind on the job. Plenty of time for that later.
*
David had worked in the school for a number of years now. He was a good teacher, achieved good results with the students, and loved his work. Yes, he knew some of the female students had crushes on him - most male teachers go through that at some point in their career if they're anything other than ugly, old or wearing elbow patches! It was a part of the job, and David had never once thought of taking advantage of any of the young ladies in his class.
As he entered his class, he put the assignments down on his desk and looked around the class. Oh god, he'd forgotten it was this class. And she was there. Sat in that seat. Sucking the end of her pen...
Jane had joined the school a few months ago, and straight away he'd noticed her. She was an incredibly bright student and found her a joy to teach, but he'd also noticed that at 18 years old she'd already blossomed into a voluptuous young woman. Yes, this girl wasn't a girl, she was a proper woman. And David couldn't stop thinking of her in that way. In fact, he'd had more than one fantasy about the things he would do to her if he could get her alone...but no. Completely unprofessional. Besides, she probably didn't think of him that way. Most of the older female students didn't know how flirtatious and sexy they could be - most of them were experimenting with the first steps of womanhood and, although seemingly otherwise, were quite immature behind the teasing fronts they all put up.
As David started addressing the class, explaining the content of today's lesson, he glanced towards Jane's desk, only to notice that as she was busy scribbling down notes, her incredibly short skirt had risen ever so slightly up revealing the creamy lacy tops of her stockings. David's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a slight murmur of activity from his pants. Drawing his eyes forcibly away, he concentrated hard on instructing the class. It really didn't help that today's topic was reproduction! Oh, how he would love to show that gorgeous beast the practicalities of reproduction... but no. He steeled himself and decided that
that
little thought could be saved for a very interesting little fantasy when he got home tonight.
*
Reproduction. Excellent. Jane had managed to acquire a copy of the curriculum and knew that this topic would be coming up soon. She had hoped it was today, and was extremely pleased to see she had been right. As Mr Carter starting telling the class the content for today's lesson, Jane concentrated on writing a few notes on her pad, revelling in the sound of his smooth, deep, sexy voice. She glanced up at him, taking in his appearance. He'd dressed semi-casually today. Trousers and a shirt, buttoned up with the exception of the top button, and no tie.
She crossed her legs, knowing exactly what would happen to her skirt. Pretending to look intently at the notes she was writing, she glanced carefully out of the corner of her eye towards her teacher. Yes! He was looking. And was that a slight pause in his instructions? Jane smiled gently to herself knowing that she was having the desired effect. Now for the next step in her plan.
Getting a teacher alone was difficult in this school. The only way she believed she could get him all to herself was to be called to stay after class. She had a free period directly after this class, and through her detective work, she'd discovered that it was this time in the week that he usually holed himself away in his office, marking papers. He hated to be disturbed. The only way to be called to stay after class? Do badly with today's work. Not a problem, she could play dumb when she wanted to. After being top of the class since the moment she joined this school, she knew he'd find today's quality of work very very odd. Hopefully he'd realise it had been done badly on purpose. If not, no matter, she had a plan if that situation arose - but surely he wouldn't be that oblivious?
No, she was convinced he wouldn't be. She was leaning over her desk working hard on the assignment he'd set, when she noticed him looking at her again. This time he was fixated on her cleavage. She sat up, and stretched her arms above her, stretching out the aches from writing so much. As she did she was fully aware that her breasts would push outwards, threatening to burst out of her blouse. She wanted to make sure he was still watching. No, she was sure he was, but it didn't hurt to check. So she took a risk. She looked directly at him and was pleased to find he was completely engrossed in the movements she was making. She caught his eye, and gave him a cheeky smirk just before he looked away, a faint blush coming to his cheeks.
*
David couldn't help it. The way she was bent over her desk writing feverishly away gave him the perfect view of her wonderful breasts. How a woman...no, girl, she's a student...of her age could have such large wonderful ... well, he had no idea. As he watched out of the corner of his eye, she sat up, and stretched, loosening up the muscles that must have tensed as she wrote. Oh my word...how tight was that blouse? How on earth did those wonderful globes stay restricted inside? Suddenly he glanced up and realised she was looking straight at him. Oh hell...now he was in trouble. Images of being accused of sexual harassment came to mind...wait, she smiled at him...and he'd had enough experience with women in the past to know that that was no innocent smile. He looked away quickly, feeling a hot flush come to his cheeks, and took the opportunity to shout at two male students at the back of the class who were finding the diagrams of a penis increasingly hysterical.
The first few assignments were being completed by the students, so he took the opportunity to concentrate on marking for a while. But his mind wasn't playing ball. He thought back over today's lesson. Jane always took that seat. It was the one place in the room where he could clearly see beneath her desk, and until now he assumed it was just good luck on his part. Damn, he wasn't going to complain about that view! Talk about luck. But after what he just saw, he was starting to believe that she knew the type of view he had of her there. She was always here first - did she plan to take that seat? And that smile...she
