Making The Grade Part B

Authors note: Making the Grade is my fourth, longest and final story in my Hot Tails in Oak Hills series. This story has been divided into five parts for easier reading. Welcome back and I hope all of you enjoy the second chapter. GEV

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The next morning, Madison parked along the sidewalk outside the front of the school and shut off the ignition. She still had twenty minutes until the first bell rang so she just sat there behind the wheel, staring out the windshield, trying to find the courage to go to her first period class. After she had gotten home last night, she took a shower and made a quick dinner for her and her mom, eating by herself and leaving the other plate in the refrigerator so her mom could just heat it back up when she got home, which was well after ten o'clock. As she laid there in bed, listening as her mom settled in for the night after checking on her, all she could think about was Jacob and how good his mouth had felt on her, stirring up those feelings inside her again.

When she was sure that her mother was asleep, she let her hand wander down her taut abdomen to slip into her pajama shorts and between her legs, feeling just how wet she had become just thinking about her English teacher and the feel of his tongue as her fingers started caressing her slippery flesh again, brushing over her swollen clitoris, until she was dripping and biting her pillow to keep from screaming as her orgasm shook her body. Her mom was already gone in the morning when she got up to get ready for school and she used some of her mom's cosmetics to cover up the whisker rash that was still visible on her skin the best she could, wearing her hair down around her shoulders to hide anything the make-up didn't cover.

She jumped at the sound of knuckles knocking on the truck's passenger side window and she looked over at Dylan as he danced in place on the sidewalk by the door, staring in the window at her, smiling and holding up two smoothies in medium plastic cups from the coffee stand they always frequented. She unhooked her seatbelt and leaned over the seat to pop the door latch, pushing the door open as far as she could, watching as he caught the door with his elbow and pulled it open the rest of the way. She leaned over and took the mixed berry one from him, taking a drink from it, as he sat his in the cup holder before slipping his backpack off his shoulders, dropping it on the floorboard beside hers and climbing into the cab of the truck, pulling the door closed behind him. She shifted around in the seat so she could face her friend, tucking her ankle under her knee. "Thank you," she said, setting her cup in the holder. "I didn't get very much breakfast this morning."

Dylan turned in the seat, tucking his ankle under his thigh and reaching over to take hold of Madison's hands, looking at her and ignoring the slight nervousness he saw on her face. He hadn't seen much of her in the past weeks, she'd been too focused working on her missing assignments after school and they never got to hang out on the weekends because she went with her mom to see her dad in the state prison, only really getting to hang out at school together and facetime chatting at night. "I miss my bestie. We haven't gotten to go shopping at all these past weeks. And we're going to have to go soon because I need to get fabric for our new ensembs for graduation. I already have a cute dress sketched out for you and-- Are you even going to be graduating? You

have

to graduate. I have to walk with my bestie. We've gone through school together since the first grade. It's bad enough we won't be going to college together..."

Madison gave her friend's hands a firm squeeze. She could always tell him everything but this time she had to keep something to herself and what she had done yesterday was never going to be divulged to another living soul, even if he was her best friend. Even though her college of choice was in state and they both cried tears of joy and heartache when he had been accepted into one of the top fashion design schools in New York, there was no way she was going to let her friend walk by himself on what was one of the biggest days of their lives. "Don't worry, I'll be graduating. I have my grades back up in all my classes, but I still have to get caught up in English. I've barely even started, and I only have six days left to get my work done. I'll probably fail Mr. Bradford's class but at least I won't have to come back next year."

Dylan picked up his strawberry banana smoothie and took a sip of it from the straw, eyeing his friend curiously. She had always had perfect grades up until her family situation, his slightly less than perfect, and he knew that she would be devastated to get a C even if she was trying to deny it, trying to hide how much it was upsetting her to fail at something. He sat his drink back down in the cup holder, leaned closer to her and rested his hands on her knees, looking her right in the eyes. "We're only three weeks from graduation. Suck. His. Dick. You'll be guaranteed at least a B if not an A. How do you think I got an A in physics?" Dylan said, leaning away from her and picking up his drink again, wrapping his lips around the straw and sucking up the thick blended concoction just to prove his point, watching as the shocked expression slowly came to his friend's face. He lowered the cup. "But when you do, make sure he's going to change your grade, otherwise you're just sucking it for funzies."

Madison slowly shook her head, looking incredulously at her best friend, not believing a word he was saying or even suggesting. And thank goodness they were in her dad's truck away from eavesdroppers, because what he had just said was unbelievable. "

What

?

When

? Mr. Wilson isn't gay. And I am

not

going to suck Mr. Bradford's dick," she said in complete and utter shock. More so hearing that her best friend had given their physics teacher a blowjob, knowing very well that she couldn't even tell him that she had done that very thing to her English teacher for a passing grade just yesterday. And what was worse, was she couldn't correct him because Jacob had a cock, nothing that long and that thick could ever be labeled as a dick. "I can't believe you did

that

."

Dylan shrugged like it was nothing, sipping more of his smoothie from his cup that he had both hands wrapped around. "Straight, gay, curved. A dick is a dick and I sucked it. Twice." He took a sip from his drink again, batting his eyelashes at his best friend, smiling around the straw before sucking down the last of his drink and putting the empty cup in the holder. He reached up and wiped an imaginary drop of something from the corner of his mouth with a quick flip of his index finger, looking at it before dropping his hand in his lap. "And it happened last semester after school in the science lab and last week in the backseat of his car. This pretty face doesn't do science," he told her confidently.

"

Dylan

," Madison exclaimed, still not believing a word he was saying and believing him at the same time. She knew he had performed oral sex before, he had told her, just never with who but now she knew. She reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, her gaze focused on him, not knowing how to ask him her next question without raising any suspicions towards herself. "How do you even face Mr. Wilson knowing what you did is so...

wrong

? He's our teacher. I don't even think I'll be able to look at him the same way again knowing what you just told me."

"You know that you can't say anything to anyone about this, but..." Dylan said as he turned in the seat and pulled down the sun visor, checking his reflection in the mirror. He reached up and moved a couple strands of gelled hair back from his forehead with two fingers, making a sassy kissing face at the mirror before pushing the visor back up in place. He turned back around, wiggled his shoulders back and lifted his chin with confidence. "I just walk in the room with my head held high and act like nothing ever happened because I know that if he says anything it's worse for him because I'm gay and he's not." He reached over and took hold of her shoulders, looking at her. "If you say anything to anybody, I'm just going to deny it, but yes, I sucked his dick for an A. His less than average, skinny--"

"Who am I going to tell? You're the only person I talk to in this entire school," Madison said just as the peal of the first warning bell rang across the entire campus. She took her backpack from Dylan and grabbed her smoothie from the cupholder, sliding out of the truck and shutting the door, locking it as he hopped out on the other side, walking around the front as she hefted the strap of her backpack over one shoulder, stepping up on the sidewalk. "I'll see you in trig," she said, giving him a quick hug before watching him run away in the gayest run she had ever seen. She hurried up the narrow set of cement steps along the slope in front of the two buildings, walking down the sidewalk towards her English class, her nervousness still there but not as bad as before now that she knew her friend was in the same predicament that she was, with a lot of stress on the dick part.

Madison slowed her pace as she got closer to Mr. Bradford's classroom, walking along the breezeway with several other students as she sipped on her morning smoothie. She looked at him from a distance as he stood with his back against the brick wall next to the open door to his classroom, one ankle crossed over the other and his hands casually shoved into the pockets of his trousers, dressed from head to toe in black, waiting for all his students to enter the room. As she got closer, she noticed for the first time he had forgone the tie, leaving just the collar button on his shirt undone, the turned back cuffs on his shirt sleeves shoved up his arms from his pocketed hands.

She tried to play it cool, act like nothing had ever happened but she knew what those hands felt like, how dark his eyes had become... She looked up at him as he pushed away from the wall, breathing in the subtle scent of his designer cologne, the same cologne that she had smelled on his shirt, washed from her skin last night. She felt her heart slam into her ribs. "Mr. Bradford," she said, stopping at the open doorway.

Jacob looked down at her through hooded eyes when she stopped right next to him, fisting his hands inside his pockets as his heart started to pound in his chest just from the sight of her. He had awakened this morning with a rock hard erection, and as he stood in the shower under the spray of hot water with his hand wrapped around the base of his thick, throbbing cock, the image of Madison appeared behind his closed eyes, kneeling in front of him with her lips and hand wrapped around his girth as he stroked his cock until he came hard, painting the shower wall with his semen, groaning her name. And now here she was, standing in front of him again, only fully clothed this time.

She had her long hair down around her shoulders, covering her neck and hiding the rash he knew was still there. Her oversized hoodie was zipped up halfway over her bright blue T-shirt and her baggy jeans were thread bare at both knees and frayed at the hems and her hot pink and black sneakers were slightly scuffed. He had to wonder what color her-- He quickly squashed that thought as his gaze shifted to the plastic cup in her hand filled with a purple blend. "No drinks other than water. Finish it or throw it away," he said harshly, his tone a little bit sharper, knowing he had just said the wrong thing. Because even after he had told her everything was going back to normal, she was going to do just that, act naturally, only it had an entirely different effect on him now.

When she turned her eyes up to him and pressed a few inches of the straw against her tongue, wrapped her lips around it, and sucked down the last of her smoothie, he bit the inside of his cheek as his cock twitched in his trousers, looking over her head to the flowering tree between the two buildings, trying not to remember the feel of her lips wrapped around him yesterday, especially since he had twenty-four students in the room behind him. Who the fuck was he kidding, nothing was ever going to be 'normal' again.

He cleared his throat at the sound of her sucking the last remaining trace from the bottom of the cup through the straw and he held his hand out as she sat the bottom of the empty cup in the palm of his hand. He glared down at her, into those innocent baby blue eyes, his own eyes stern, wanting to scold her, knowing he couldn't as she walked past him and into the room filled with all his first period students. "Take a seat, Miss Ledbetter," he grated out, kicking the doorstop up on the door and pushing it closed as he walked up the row of desks to his, throwing her cup in the trash can. She was going to drive him absolutely crazy before the end of the school year.

Madison dropped her backpack to the floor and slid into her seat, taking out her books as Mr. Bradford started his morning lecture. She knew exactly what she was doing when she stood there sucking down the last of her drink in front of him; tormenting him, daring him to say something, knowing he wouldn't when she should just be ignoring him. After that, she didn't want to aggravate him any further so she just sat in her seat with her gaze focused on the back of the jock sitting in front of her, listening to the subtle catch in her teacher's voice every time his own gaze shifted to the side of the room she was sitting on, no one else could hear it, but she could. It was the same shift in tone he had when he was talking to her yesterday behind a locked door. She braced her elbow on her desk and dropped her chin into her palm, staring out the window, only to turn her attention back to the class when their assignment was passed back along the rows, taking her sheet of paper and holding the other two over her shoulder for the classmates sitting behind her.

She looked up at her teacher as he took a seat behind his desk, opening his laptop, his stern gaze instantly locking with hers and when she recognized that look, she quickly looked down at her paper, keeping her eyes there for the remainder of the class. She tried her best to hide her smile behind her hand, knowing all too well that it was killing him to be sitting there at his desk, the very desk that she had been sprawled across only twelve hours ago. And when the bell rang, bringing an end to the fifty minutes of pure torture, she gathered up her books, stuffing them in her backpack and hurrying out of the classroom with the rest of her classmates, knowing that he wasn't going to hold her back after class for any kind of a verbal scolding because he couldn't even stand up from behind his desk.

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After the final bell rang, Madison made her way back to Mr. Bradford's classroom, slowly walking down the breezeway, dreading stepping foot inside the room, but when she saw three new students that hadn't been in the study group before walk into the room ahead of her, she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she wasn't going to be alone with him for two hours. She unzipped her hoodie and flung it over the desk behind her as she sat down at her regular desk, pushing aside the copy of the book she needed and opening the folder full of her English assignments that was waiting for her, looking across the room at the other three students that were oblivious to her presence.

She had five more days after today to get her work done and as she thumbed through the pile of papers that was a lot thinner than it had been the day before, she realized her grade had been changed this morning like he promised, and she had less work to complete. She heard his heavy footsteps and she looked up, turning in her seat as Jacob walked across the back of the room and up the last row to greet and inform the new students of his classroom rules, ignoring her. Or so she thought. She had turned back in her seat and was reading over a page in the book she had in her hand when she heard his footsteps, saw black out of the corner of her eye as he stopped right next to her desk.

Jacob walked up the first row of desks, stopping beside her, just staring down at her as she read from the book she had open in her hands, working on her assignment for his class. He had changed her grade like he said he would, and even though he told her she still had work to complete, he was surprised to see her back in his classroom after yesterday. He had been under too much stress this morning, ever since she stood outside his room finishing her drink, the tension slowly leaving as the day progressed, even though he had to sit at his desk and try not to think about her in a room full of teenagers.

But it was after school hours now and he let his gaze wander over her. She had pulled her hair back into a low ponytail sometime during the day and he could see the makeup she had used to cover up the rash on her neck, more so because he knew it was there, and her T-shirt and baggy jeans didn't let him see any extra skin, just the swell of her breasts behind the loose drape of her shirt. He knew he shouldn't say anything to her with other students in the room, but the last seven hours had been torture.

He squatted down next to her, resting one forearm on the desk behind her and the other one on hers, not touching her at all but close enough to breathe in the lingering floral scent that clung to her skin as she stared at her book, ignoring him, which only irritated him even more, even though he had told her everything was going back to the way it had been, like nothing had ever happened, but they would never be just teacher and student again. He carefully thought about his words as his gaze focused on the curve of her breasts under the loose drape of her shirt, but then his fate had been sealed yesterday so it didn't really matter what he said to her anymore.

He slowly curled his fingers into fists against the surface of the desks as he raised his eyes to the side of her face that was still staring at the open pages in her book, which was pissing him off even more. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke so it wouldn't carry across the room, but his tone was still harsh. "Listen here, you little brat. I've warned you how many times now? I ought to take you over my knee and spank your ass for that stunt you pulled this morning. Do that again during school hours when I'm trying my damnedest to

not

think about you and I will fuck you. And your first time, Madison, will be rougher than you want it to be."

Madison had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling as she listened to his verbal scolding, knowing she deserved it, but also knew that he couldn't do a damn thing to her, not while there were other students around as witnesses. They shouldn't have even done anything the first time, but they had, and now her actions were just pure torture to his body and mind. She had put him in a world of hurt after first period and she knew he didn't have another class until third period, so he had over an hour to do whatever he needed to do to regain control over the condition she had left him in this morning. And being the type of man that he was, she figured his just suffered through it, and now here she was, back in his classroom again, with other students occupying the room so he couldn't do anything other than just talk to her and stare at her and grow more and more frustrated by the second. And admit that there was going to be a second encounter between the two of them.

She bit her bottom lip and slowly lowered the book down to the desk and turned in her seat, resting her arm on the back of her chair as she finally faced him. His face was just inches from hers and his eyes were dark much like they had been yesterday, and his face was tense, his jaw set hard. He had another button undone on his shirt, giving her a view of the hollow at the base of his throat. Her gaze locked with his as she slowly let her bottom lip slid out from the graze of her teeth, slowly drawing the tip of her fingernail up the inside of his thigh, watching as his eyes narrowed, hearing his breathing start to escalate. Her words were not so wisely chosen, but then what could he do? "Yes, sir," she whispered as she slowly smiled.