Staring at nothing in particular outside his classroom window that crisp fall day, Joseph Severino noticed her crossing the open quad. She was hard not to notice, a tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed enchantress, stunningly attractive. At 38 years old, he was a confirmed bachelor that did relatively well with dating attractive women, but nothing that resembled a serious relationship in the last six years, and he certainly noticed her. Perky breasts, beautiful, long 18-year-old legs that led directly to her tight and taught ass. Oh yes, he noticed.
And did she know how to use those looks to manipulate men and boys alike. She was well known to have dated captains of the lacrosse, football and soccer teams in her years at school. She churned through the boys and was rumored to have had some kind of hand in the hush-hush removal of the young history professor, Mr. Peter McLemore, last year. Whispers of an inappropriate relationship between them, followed by an abrupt leave of absence and finally a disappearance of him from the hallowed halls completely, circulated throughout the classrooms and staff rooms. It was explained as a family situation that required him to resign and return home to Chicago, but the rumors still swirled that
she
had something to do with it.
"
She
" was Gabriela Casimiro, one of his brightest students, already full scholarship in hand for Princeton when she graduated in the spring, and one of the most intelligent students he ever taught in his fifteen years as an English teacher at Hackley School in New York. The boarding school was known not only for its highly renowned academics, but also its proximity to the famous town of Sleepy Hollow, the locale for Washington Irving's tale of the terrifying headless horseman hauntings.
On this final Monday before the Thanksgiving break, Mr. Severino's was the final seniors' class before the entire school emptied and dispersed its students toward family and festive food merriment. He usually didn't enjoy being the last class before student departures, as too many of his seniors over the years would conveniently skip his class to get a head start on their Thanksgiving travel exodus, but today was different. He had allowed one early dismissal this year and excused Stephanie Frallinger, his
second
-best student behind Gabriela. Everything that Gabriela was, Stephanie was the complete opposite: non-disruptive, attentive, always completing extra credit, helping him after class clean up and gather assignments.
Yet time and again, it was Gabriela that always had the best grades, the best essays, the highest GPA. Stephanie, always second. Despite Gabriela's flirtatiousness in class – with the entire male population on campus, including teachers, for that matter – despite her constant texting that he would occasionally need to admonish her for while in his classroom, despite her giggling and seeming lack of respect for his classroom instruction, and despite handing every assignment in at the very last moment possible,
still
nobody could best her grades. Not even Stephanie, headed to the Ivy League herself – Penn in the next school year.
But as interrupting as it was, a Gabriela texting incident gave him such pleasure the previous week. Upon catching her sending yet another text in class, he had denied her request to miss this final class as punishment. Even more pleasurable to him was that he knew she seethed in anger when Stephanie was indeed granted that very privilege.
"If you can't show even the most basic level of respect for
my
classroom, Miss Casimiro, then how can I give you the same level of respect in return?"
He so enjoyed seeing her clearly enraged face when he denied her request, no doubt assuming her flirtatious charm and teasing would get her what she wanted, as it usually always did. Even more enjoyable when he'd learned that her presence in his class that Monday would mean that it was Stephanie and not Gabriela that would get a ride back home for break from Brad Schmidt, the good-looking class president that most girls swooned over. For whatever reason, Brad had been impervious to Gabriela's seductive charms. No doubt she would have been her most charming that ride home – if she didn't have to attend class.
She had everything, and was casually flippant about it all. While he respected her work, she was one of the few students he actually despised. "And Miss Casimiro, if you don't show up, expect to have a full grade drop in your final marks come the end of the semester." He knew she had no choice then, as Princeton was not usually in the habit of giving out full scholarships to B students. She had to show up that Monday if she wanted that final transcript Princeton would receive to remain filled with A's, and in turn secure her position – fully paid-for position – in Princeton's fall freshmen class.
Once again, always last entering at the bell, she finally made her way into the classroom. Always with a final text, laugh or flirt disrupting the beginning of his class. She took her seat today in the front, most unusual for her. Maybe it was her way of telling him
"You are forcing me to come today, you thought my texting was bad before? Just wait, Mr. Severino. Just wait."
He cursed silently, not in the best of mood to deal with the little brat now sitting before him. It was perfectly clear in their interactions, especially since the after-school denial of her early leave last Tuesday, that he'd never receive a "best teacher of the year" vote from her. She sat down in the seat Stephanie usually occupied when she was in class, right in front of his desk.
He noticed, beyond the silhouette of the "thank you" apple Stephanie had left on the corner of his desk earlier, Gabriela smoothing down her uniform, clearly rolled up a few inches above regulation, barely covering her ass as she sat. As much as he hated to admit it, he didn't exactly mind the view. He couldn't observe her directly of course, not in the classroom, but he always found himself gravitating to her as she walked across the quad or ran on the field while at soccer practice.
Surprisingly, she wasn't the last to enter the class today. A knock on the door, and in entered Jacob Mills, a new transfer to Hackley, the good-looking son of the CEO of a New York City telecommunications firm. Naturally, he was noticed by Gabriela, who couldn't let a single opportunity to flirt escape her. She smiled coyly at him as Mr. Severino introduced him to the class.
"Class, please welcome Jacob Mills to our discussion of Shakespeare and our young doomed lovers, Romeo and Juliet. Mr. Mills, find yourself a seat." Gabriela gave him a nod, that seductive nod Joseph Severino had seen over and over with one Hackley boy after another. She gestured for Jacob to sit next to her, and of course he eagerly accepted her invitation.
Joseph began his lecture, on his favorite Shakespeare play to teach,
Romeo and Juliet.
Looking down he noticed her blatantly pull out her cellphone and fire off texts silently, paying seemingly absolutely no attention to him. She sat with her legs slightly parted, that short skirt hitched up. Joseph would have liked to have said he was above such immature thrills, to look up her skirt, but he would have been lying. The sight that greeted him had his jaw nearly hitting the desk. Is she not – wearing any panties? Is that her bare pussy he sees? Part repulsed by her wonton display, part turned on immensely, he was relieved his desk hid his now-growing hard-on. But she noticed. To his chagrin, Gabriela noticed his too-long pause in his speech before he had cleared his throat and continued. She smirked slightly, then crossed her legs in a demure manner and sat up straight.
"Are you OK, Mr. S?" she asked, giving him an I'm-totally-aware-what-exactly-your-perverted-eyes-were-looking-at glance. He was embarrassed. She had broken his train of thought; he was suddenly flustered with a mere flash of her cunt. And he was even more discomfited because she
knew.
Gabriela knew he had been looking right at her hairless slit. He didn't acknowledge her, not giving into her deliberate taunting.
She was the girl that boys equally loved and hated. They loved her aura of desire and sexuality, and hated that she would never give one boy, one man, her total affection. He detested girls like her and right now, standing in front of his class, he was disgusted for being one of those that secretly desired her. He wanted to know how that tight ass felt in his hands, or even – dare he think it – his cock inside what was surely her tight pussy. Making it worse was the fact she was not even showing his class the proper respect,
him
the proper respect. How he hated her right now, for her cheekiness, her sass, the lust she made him feel.
Now with a new flirt target in Jacob, she continued her texting. It was one obviously sent to Samantha Federiks, who was presently sitting in the third row, because they both laughed at the same time. No doubt that message was some sexually explicit mention of young Jacob, naively sitting in his desk next to the seductive serpent.
Raising his voice slightly, he released an agitated "Miss Casimiro! Do we all have your permission to continue with the lesson? Are you quite through texting?"
