It's my last year in high school. Yes, I'm 18 already, don't bother asking. It's our last school year before the national exams and everyone is in a frenzy during the lessons. Ancient Greek, Literature, Latin, Greek and History bring up loads of turmoil to all students, to my class too. Anyway, I do enjoy all classes, especially Greek and History. Why? My teacher is a handsome guy around 35. He's married with two kids. Tall, a bit out of shape but not fat, with black hair and black piercing eyes. He's not what you call sexy. Nevertheless, I find him really hot. I always find guys like him attractive.
He's a weird guy, truth to be told. He always freaks out when his students disobey or forget the things they have to do. I used to find it really annoying at first, as I'm not decent at remembering what I have to do. Eventually, I got used to it because everytime I forgot my homework or notebooks, he was shouting. Well, I think that Professor Adams has quite an interest in me. Maybe it's my skill in writing that makes me special to him, I'm not sure. Few months ago, I wouldn't notice his gaze. Now each time he looks at me, with those two piercing eyes, I feel my heart skip a bit and my pussy becomes wet at the perverted thoughts that come through my mind. Of course, knowing he's married and he's a really shy guy, none of my fantasies could become reality. Little did I know.
One day, we were writing an essay. To be honest, I was day dreaming while writing down my own and so, I got off-topic. Come on dude, it's hard to concentrate when Mr. Adams is around. How could I help not noticing his full of confidence steps? When I thought I was good to go, I handed him my essay smiling and then I left the classroom.
After Mr. Adams' class, we had Ancient Greek with Mrs. Evan. All of a sudden, he walked into the classroom and gave me an envelope, telling me to open it after the last class was over. Those 45 minutes of Mrs. Evan's shitty lecture felt like an eternity. When the bell finally rang, I stayed in the classroom, packing my things, until I saw the last person leaving. Then, I took a deep breath and opened the envelope. I found a note in it (how innovative). The note said: "I had a quick look at your essay, Annie. You must know that I'm really displeased with your work. The whole essay was out of topic. I expect you to be outside my office at 3.00 p.m. sharp. Don't be late, you're only gonna get in bigger trouble. I'll be waiting you there." I read almost out of breath. I noticed the time in the wall clock. It was 2.50 p.m., meaning I had only 10 minutes to go.
"What the hell" I thought to myself. I surely got off topic, why does he make it a big deal instead of just giving me an E or something? Mr. Adams was never agressive! He haven't shown me his rough side so far. While I was reading this note, however, I didn't feel fear at all. On the contrary, I felt my panties really wet. This whole new power sure had its effects on me.
I arrived at his office just in time. I saw no one outside and saw I decided to knock the door.
"Hello, Mr. Adams?"
"Come in, Annie."
I got in and found him standing next to the window, enjoying his cigarette. He was wearing jeans and a white shirt that showed off his figure. I was lost in the moment and so I barely heard him telling me to have a seat. He knew my mind was travelling and so he had to come and have me sit in the chair. Slowly, he sat on his desk and took a sip of coffee.
"So, Annie, you do know your essay today was a piece of trash, don't you." he said matter-of-factly. All I did was to nod my head and lower my eyes.
"I'd rather get an answer in this question, miss. What made your mind escape your head while writing the essay?"
"I'm not sure, Professor. It's just, I'm too stressed out lately that I would fail in something, eventually."
"And that something was my essay. You know, I'd like to be frank with you."
