Heather sat in class more distracted than usual. Ever since her regular teacher had become ill 5 weeks earlier she has struggled to pay attention in class. It wasn't that she didn't understand the course material, no, the problem was the Student Teacher they had assigned to finish out the rest of the school year.
Mr. Johnson, or Mr. Matt as he had the students called him, was barely over 22 years old. Hardly older than the assortment of 17 and 18 year olds he taught in his class. Everyone liked him as a teacher, he was youthful, full of energy and liked to think outside of the box. More than a few girls had even fostered crushes on him, as they found his personality, knowledge and brilliant blue eyes a potent combination. Heather just so happened to be one of these girls.
Heather often had innocent crushes on her teachers, if you could even call them crushes. A strong affinity towards them. But now in her 18th year, her body was beginning to change, her needs and wants were becoming more adult. With that growing awareness a new sort of crush began to grow on her, one tinged with lust.
Mr. Matt noticed one of his students, Heather, wasn't paying attention to his lecture again. Inwardly he sighed. The grade book indicated she was an excellent student prior to his arrival, he could tell she had all the right habits, but somehow since he'd started teaching her grades had just plummeted. He was pretty sure she wasn't going to pass the class this quarter.
This was the first time he had been given a chance to teach without any supervision, a chance to prove himself; he couldn't have former A students failing his class. Teaching was far more difficult than he expected, and not for the obvious reasons. Many of the girls in class obviously had crushes on him, most of them far more attractive than any girl he had ever had when he was in High School. Watching their eyes, their minds thinking about him, maybe even wanting him, was more than he could handle. He always had a hard time controlling his body, and now it was getting to the point where he nearly taught all day with a concealed erection in his pants.
Worst of all was Heather. The brilliant girl with beautiful features was more than he could handle it. He wanted her, he admitted to himself, wanted her more than any other girl he'd ever known.
He finished his lecture and began passing out the grades on a recent test, he hovered just a moment longer at Heather's desk to get a few more secret glimpses of her before handing her a paper with an F written on it. Once everyone had their grades he sat back down at his desk and waited for the bell to ring.
Heather was devastated, she was too busy thinking about Matt, about what his body could do to hers that she hardly noticed the paper placed on her desk at first. But then as she glanced over it, her failure dawned. This test was her last chance to pass the class. If she failed the class she wouldn't be able to graduate on time! She'd have to take summer school and she'd fall behind everyone. Not to mention how upset everyone would be at her! She looked up at Mr. Matt sitting in his desk as the last of her peers filed out of the room, she had to do something, anything!, to get this grade changed. She had to get him to listen.
She grabbed the paper and headed for Matt's desk.
Matt was glad class was over, soon he'd be able to let his cock out for some much needed air. He watched the various students leave, pleased that it was the end of the day. He looked back to his class and realized there was only one student left, and she was headed straight for him. "Ugh", he thought, "i hate confrontations".
Still it was Heather, the most beautiful girl in his class, he mused, and decided to pull out his aching cock anyways. She wouldn't be able to see it, and he felt especially clever and a little naughty for being able to touch it with his left hand even while he had a completely innocent conversation with her.
Heather who had been approaching her student teacher's desk noticed Matt's face go from vague annoyance to an almost mischievous grin as he slipped his left hand beneath his desk.
"What can I help you with today, Ms. Smith" he asked.
She frowned and placed the test on his desk, she noticed minor movements in his left arm and wondered what he was doing, " There has to be something I can do to get my grade up!" she pleaded, " this can't stand! I'll fail the class and not be able to graduate! I was going to go to college..everything will be ruined. Please!"
She watched as he looked at the paper than back to her, his left arm still just noticeably moving.
"I am sorry Ms. Smith, but it's out of my hands. All extra credit projects were due last week and I can't just let you retake this test."
She fumed. Out of his hands?! He was the teacher! Why was he doing this to her! Why was he destroying her! She knew he was merciful, that he would work with her, if she just figured out the right thing to say, but she was a loss! Either way it certainly wasn't out of his hands.. speaking of hands..what is he doing with his left hand? Is he texting someone? Is her plight so unimportant he isn't even giving her the benefit of his full attention? Well I'll show him, she decided.
"Mr. Matt I'll do anything to get my grade back up! Whatever it takes!" she asked one last time.
As he began to shake his head, she quickly pushed his chair back in order to reveal his texting hand, perhaps if she proved he wasn't even listening she'd be able to guilt him into helping her.
But what she say was not a cell phone.
Heather had never seen a man's hard cock before. The closest she had ever gotten was reading a few books that during a passionate scene might make a vague reference to a man's organ. Those books always did manage to excite her, but this...this was so much more. There only inches in front of her face was a large, hard cock, throbbing with excitement. It was bigger than she imagined and suddenly she felt herself becoming very aroused. For weeks she had lusted after this man, and now out of nowhere his beautiful manhood stood before her, almost beckoning her to take the next step.
Matt stared in horror as his student pushed his chair on wheels back, revealing himself to her. At first he thought she was going to scream, that his job would be ruined, that he'd be labeled a pervert and never allowed to work in public education again. But then he saw the way her eyes were transfixed on upon extremely erect cock. Suddenly he had an idea, it was risky, but it couldn't really get much worse than it already had.
"Anything Ms. Smith, anything at all?" He asked slowly, trying to feign confidence.
