Chapter 1 - Teacher
I have been teaching for 5 years...and already I am getting tired of it. I wake up...I go to work...I come back home to my wife and I go to sleep. So boring. Now before I go any further, I must explain that I am not a pervert. I have taught Grade 12 for a while now and I have seen my share of pretty girls come and go without thinking anything of them. But this year there is this one girl that stands out. She seems bright but unfortunately she is failing the class. I think she has been too busy with after school activities...if you know what I mean.
Lets just say that she is very popular...and guys are always after her. I can't really blame them. Her name is Alicia, she is 19, about 5'6", short straight black hair, curvy in all the right places and is beautiful. I must admit that I had some "interesting" thoughts about her. Had she been 10 years younger I would have done anything for a date with her. So one day after school, somebody knocks on the door of my office and I ask them to come in. Alicia walks in. She is wearing a tiny skirt, I swear if it was a inch higher I would see her panties. She is also wearing an halter top which shows her toned midriff. In other words she is looking might sexy...and I feel a twinge in my pants. My cock reacting to the way she looked, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, I ask her:
"Hello Alicia...how may I help you?"
Chapter 2 - Student
"Well sir I need your help." I lean in over your desk to avoid talking so loudly. Without noticing that my chest (34d) was teasing you over your desk I go on to explain myself:
"My folks said that I had to get a job if I wanted to get a car. So I've been working at this..ummm...restaurant to earn some extra money. I've been working there for the past two months and I've had virtually no time to concentrate on my schoolwork." I look away for an instance to make sure no one was standing in the doorway. As I glance at the doorway I noticed that my work uniform was hanging out of my bookbag.
"That's where I need your help. I know I've been screwing. . .I mean messing up in class" As I was picking my words carefully I couldn't help but notice the unusual twitch in your pants as well as your constant shifting as I was talking to you. I stand up from your desk to turn around to my bookbag. I continue explaining as I bend over at the waist to tuck in my uniform, revealing my pantiless bottom:
"I wanted to know if there was ANY way that I could make the work up. I'd do anything for some extra credit. I just can't let my grades drop. My folks would make me quit my job and ground me. My boss has been kind enough to let me come into work a couple of hours late each day as long as I make it up the time on the weekend. So if you have anything that I could do for you for some extra credit, I'm all yours." I walk towards you behind your desk and squat down in front of you. I look up at you with desperation in my eyes. I catch a quick glance at the picture of your wife on your desk. I stand up in front of you and reach for your wifes picture and respond
"You must be a very happy man"
I lean down over your desk ,as you looked up at me, and wrote on one of your sticky pads. I folded the sticky pad in my hand and placed my hands on your muscular thighs. Almost as soon as my hands touched your thighs I quickly realized that I was completely out of place. I looked at your face and saw the most uncomfortable expression. Startled at what I was doing I dropped the folded up note at your feet and backed away in shame. I stumbled for my book bag as I rushed out of the room with my hands over my face.
Chapter 3 - Teacher
Before I have time to say anything to stop you, you are out of the room. What had just happened? Was she saying what I thought she was saying? I turned my chair around and got back behind the desk, realizing at the same time that I had a raging hard-on. Still in a daze, and not sure of what I doing I unzipped my pants and wrapped my hand around my swollen cock. I slowly start to stroke, thinking of you....imagining your naked body in front of me...my hands all over it, tracing every curve...when I suddenly come in my hands. I quickly clean myself up with a kleenex and feel keenly ashame of what I have just done. Not only are you only 19, but I am a married man.
What is wrong with me?
I am a happily married man. My wife is beautiful and we have a decent sex life. Granted, we are trying to have kids right now, so it has become kinda like a job, well not that it ever was that special...but the sex is satisfactory. Yes, that is a good word to describe it. And yet, by just having you in my office for less than 10 minutes with that outfit on, I cannot get you out of my mind. Then I remember that you have a problem. You work too hard. I seem to remember something about a restaurant...everything is kinda of in a haze. I turn around to look out of the window when I notice the piece of paper on the ground. I pick it up and unfold it.
"Come and see me work...please - Tonight 8:00pm - 1234 Main St."
Main St...that is not a nice part of town. But I resolve to go anyhow...one of my students need help, I cannot let her down. So at 7:30pm that evening, I tell my wife that I am heading for a drink with the boys (not sure why I lied) and head down to your workplace. It takes me a while to find the address, but I finally pull into the parking lot. I walk up to the door and realize that this is not really a restaurant, but a strip bar. I look at the poster advertising what is going on on this night and see your picture, dressed as a pirvate school student. I think about turning around to my wife...but don't. I walk into the bar and see you on the dance floor...having just started your routine.
Chapter 4 - Student