Pulling my weary eyes away from the Vietnam chapter of my History book, I glanced up at the ticking clock. It was only three-thirty. I still had an hour left to serve for my detention. This was horrible, and the worst part was, I didn’t even deserve it. All I did was helpingly point out that Mindy, a girl in my Algebra class, might have lice in her hair. She was the one that ran off crying. All right, maybe I shouldn’t have announced it to the entire class, but why was my teacher so uptight about every little thing?
Anyway, it didn’t matter know. I was forced to sit here for the next sixty minutes, so I might as well make the most of it. Hell, I was feeling horny, so I decided to try and catch a peak down Miss Redman’s shirt. She was the lady at the desk who was monitoring detention that evening, and lucky me, I was there alone. She was a nice-looking woman, for a teacher, at least. She had a head full of fiery, red hair that hung down to the swell of her back, and surprisingly, she had worked up a nice tan. Her dazzling green eyes sparkled in the mid-afternoon sun, as did her gleaming rows of pearly-white teeth. She had a shapely, round ass and a pair of huge, natural breasts that made her the envy of many of the teachers and almost all of the girls in the school.
Today, as she pursed her full, red lips and graded a paper at her desk, she looked hot as hell. She had on a white, button-down shirt that was rather low-cut, displaying a considerable amount of mouth-watering cleavage. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric and her chest was jutted out proudly. As she moved her pen, her tits jiggled around, much to my delight and that of my cock, which was twitching uncomfortably and poking at the denim material of my jeans.
It was a few minutes later that she finally finished her stack of papers and looked around for more work to do. She caught my eye and smiled briefly before standing up and walking over to the wall. For some odd reason, the clicking of her high-heels on the tile floor of the classroom turned me on even more and I was ready to cum in my pants right there. Miss Redman stopped at the bulletin board and bent down to pick up some laminated letters on the floor. She attempted to reach the top and tack them on, but to no avail. She was on her tippy-toes and mashing her giant chest against the wall in struggle. She turned around and spoke to me.
“Christopher? Could you give me a hand with these?”
I nodded. I was a tall fellow for 18. Standing at about 6’5, I was the star of my basketball team, even if my arms needed a little more work. I was on the skinny side, with a mop of untidy brown hair. I wasn’t a nerd, in fact, I was quite popular at school, but I was always in trouble, so most kids were afraid to associate with me. Anyway, as I tacked up the stuff for the teacher, my thoughts drifted back to her incredible body and how much I wanted to fuck her, right there on the desk. She watched me with great interest as I did my chore, seeming to take notice of my huge hard-on, and grinning momentarily. I didn’t care. I was open and honest with every girl that I ever liked. In fact, when I was done and took my seat back at my desk, I cleared my throat and announced what I had been thinking for the past 45 minutes.
“Miss Redman, I think that you are a very beautiful woman.”
She seemed very casual about what I had just said.
“I get that a lot.”
I cocked an eyebrow.
“I’m just fucking with ya, Chris,” she added.
I laughed out loud. It was rare that a teacher ever cursed.
“Seriously, though, ma’am. Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Mr. Moore, what are you trying to ask me?”
“If you’d like to go out with me.”
She smiled.
