It had only been a 4 ½ weeks since the beginning of school and Ms. Preston was still not entirely comfortable with her abilities. It was her first year at Kennedy High School and she still had moments of complete terror when she would forget her lesson plans completely. Most of her students were kind and did their best to help her. There were others, however, that took great joy in tormenting her every chance they got.
Jesse was the leader of such a group of boys in her 3rd period Spanish class. He was quite a stunning teenager. His eyes had such a depth to him that one look into them made you forget all about his age, getting caught up in the mysteries they held. He had a smile that could totally disarm your defenses and he knew how to get what he wanted. Ms. Preston had caught herself watching him and the others more and more. Something about Jesse seemed to draw her into his realm. She could not help it. Even with all his pranks, she still found herself wanting to be around him.
Today it all came to an interesting climax. Ms. Preston was reviewing the conjugation of verbs with the class and asking various students to write on the blackboard. Jesse and his friends sat in the back causing their usual disruption. Jesse, however, was transfixed on Ms. Preston. He could not help but notice what she was wearing. Ms. Preston was a rather attractive woman, standing 5'6" with deep brown eyes that had a sensual allure. The nearly sheer white shirt she wore that day was cut low enough that if she moved just the right way he could see down the front and catch a glimpse of her ample breasts. Her brown hair framed her face so perfectly.
"Jesse," she said sharply, pulling him out of his trance, "Go to the board."
The class laughed as he strutted toward the board. He made sure to walk extra close to her, nearly brushing up against her as he passed. She swallowed hard as he turned his back and stood at the board. She looked down at the book trying to gather her thoughts. It felt like 5 minutes had passed spoke.
"Conjugate Dar." she said in a shaky voice. "Then tell the class the translation of each tense."
He smirked as he began to scribble on the board. He then took a step back, cleared his throat and tried not to laugh as he read the words he had written.
"Doy... I give... Das cabeza.... You give head... Da.... He/she or it gives.... Das.... We give... Dan.... They give. "
The class erupted in laughter as she dropped her book to the floor. She stared at the writing on the board for a second, not realizing he had moved closer to pick up the book. Suddenly he was in front of her face. He held out the book and smiled that devilish smile.
She reached for the book, hesitating because she assumed he would drop it. Instead, he handed it to her. As she turned to erase the board he reached out and gave her a firm swat on the ass, leaving a stark white handprint on the black skirt. The boys in the back cheered him on as he walked back toward his seat.
Ms. Preston stared blankly at the room in complete shock. Erik, Kyle and Ryan continued to laugh as the rest of the class sat in awe. She tried to brush the chalk completely off her ass but the ghostly imprint remained. She looked up at Jesse with a stern glare and hissed.
"Detention... the four of you... for the next two weeks."
The boys quieted down some just as the bell rang. She slumped down in her chair and tried to get herself together. She knew that having the four of them alone later would not be any better, but at least it felt like some slight vindication. The rest of the day went quite well as her other classes went by quickly. That is until study hall.
Normally this was her favorite part of the day because it was the least stressful. She sat at her desk and graded papers for the better part of the class when Jesse decided it was time to make his move. He noticed how she didn't seem too upset about the slap on the ass until the others started laughing. He carried his book up to her desk, opened it, and sat it down on the stack of papers she was grading. He could see perfectly down the opening in her shirt to those gorgeous fleshy mounds, catching a glimpse of the lace trim bra that encased them just as she looked up at him.
He could see in her eyes that she wanted him. He stood there asking her as many questions as he could think of, the soft scent of her vanilla perfume lingering in the air. It made him want to touch her even more. Ms. Preston tried her hardest to conceal the desire she had for him, but it was nearly impossible.
Her hand trembled slightly as she pointed out things in the book, explaining to him the proper way to conjugate irregular verbs in the regular tense. She brushed her soft chestnut hair back over her shoulder and smiled. From his grades on previous quizzes and tests, she knew he knew the material. It was just an excuse to be near her.
When he walked back to his seat she watched him out of the corner of her eye, just as she had done a million times before. She loved the way he strutted. For the rest of the period she noticed he kept watching her. She could feel her cheeks going flush every time she noticed it. It only made her smile more.
The last few classes of the day seemed to drag on. Part of her dreaded having the four boys in detention. The last bell of the day rang and they arrived shortly after. She made them spread out in the empty classroom and work quietly. The next hour was going to be peaceful, or so she thought.
Jesse sat three rows back but directly in front of her desk. His sketchbook lay open as he concentrated on something he had started drawing. Ryan and Kyle sat at opposite corners of the room, working on homework. Erik stared out the window from his seat a few rows behind Kyle. Ms. Preston did not really seem to care as long as they were quiet.
About 10 minutes into detention Mr. Andrews, the principal, arrived. The boys knew that whenever he needed help moving things he would take students from detention to do it for him and usually let them out early. They figured they had caught a break and would be out of there.
Sure enough, he went to Ms. Preston's desk and the two began to speak quietly. All of them began to put away what they were working on in anticipation of their change of luck. Mr. Andrews stood up and headed toward the door, stopping at it and waiting for a moment.
