The next day at school certainly could have been awkward for Dan, if he had allowed himself to notice any of the girls he had slept with in the past week. Jane, of course, was pissed at him and wouldn't even look at Dan. Miss Kline kept trying to get his attention, but he remained absorbed in his work. Casey was feeling both neglected and horny, and kept coming up to him in the halls, working to get some sort of commitment out of him, but he basically just ignored her, which in turn got her mad enough to walk away in a huff.
The only girl he even stopped to speak to was Dani. Seeing her in the hallway
in-between classes, he smiled and pulled her into an empty classroom. She was wearing a tight white polo shirt, short black skirt, and white knee-highs. Pushing her up against the wall, he kissed her aggressively, grabbing her chest and massaging her breasts a little roughly.
Dani, surprised by Dan's attention, found herself breathless. His large hands squeezing her tits, his tongue pressed against hers, she quickly became excited. Throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled his head closer. She wrapped one leg around his, and gasped as he ground his pelvis into hers. Dan moved his left hand to support her right thigh, sliding it up to cup her ass cheek. He slid his finger underneath her panty-line, loving the feeling of the lace and her hot flesh.
"What the hell is going on here?" interrupted their revelry.
Moving apart from each other, Dani pulling down her skirt and looking embarrassed, they both looked up to see Mrs. Parker standing before them, looking very angry.
Dani, not wanting to get in trouble, grabbed her bag and ran out of the room before Mrs. Parker could say anything. However, she did move quickly to the door, closing and locking it so as not to let Dan escape, thus leaving Dan and the teacher alone. Dan couldn't help but notice that Mrs. Parker's anger did nothing to take away from how attractive she was.
A light-skinned black woman, she was short with braided hair pulled back from her face. She always dressed very professionally, and today she was in a form fitting black, pin-striped two-piece suit. Under her jacket she was wearing a white silk blouse, the top buttons opened enticingly with the promise of the round, firm breasts underneath. In her early thirties, she had been teaching for eight years, but still had time to work-out and keep in shape.
"Well it looks like your little friend has left you high and dry."
"Whatever."
"Don't talk to me like that, young man!" she yelled. "You're in big trouble." She moved closer to him in a manner that almost intimidated the much larger teen. "And don't think I don't know who you are, Dan Grover."
"How do you know my name?" Dan asked, curious.
"Never mind that right now. What I do need is the name of your friend."
"Why?"
"So I can write both of you up."
"But we were just kissing!"
"Kissing? If you were grabbing any more of her ass, you hand would be a chair."