Jerry Masters is not and never has been a very good student. All through high school he had put off homework, failed many exams, and somehow managed to scrape by with the minimum passing grade. His senior year was turning out to be no different and was simply doing what he had to do in order to graduate with his class.
Jerry spends most of his time riding around in his full remodeled "Boomerang" van and checking out girls. A few girls that met his liking had gotten a good look at the inside of his van.
Now, the second the semester has just started and the end of the year is in sight. Jerry had celebrated his 18th birthday over Christmas break and viewed that as his rite of passage into the post-high school world. He knew he could scrape by in pretty much all his classes, all except one.
Ms. Klein's Algebra class is the only one that stands in the way of any easy coast to the finish. She doesn't give free passes and Jerry knows he has to figure something out as he barely snuck by the first semester. He probably could have done better if he hadn't been absolutely distracted by his teacher's hot body.
Ms. Klein is in her mid-thirties, long blonde hair, and a wonderfully curvy body. He had studied her more than his Algebra, and is quite sure her fabulous breasts have to be D cups. She has a narrow little waist but some decent hips, the perfect body for fucking. This fantasy of his caused him to barely catch anything in class, and now he is fighting to simply get out of the hole he calls High School.
The semester had begun and the first Algebra test of the semester was yesterday. Ms Klein hands out the graded tests, face down on each desk. Jerry nervously waits to see what he got, knowing it could set the tone for the entire semester. Ms Klein puts his test on his desk and keep walking along, handing out tests. Jerry stares at her ass for a moment and then snaps back to the paper before him.
Slowly he lifts up the paper and stares at all the red on the first page.
"43 percent?!" he mumbles under his breath. "Shit," he thinks, knowing that things are looking worse than he imagined. He continues looking at the page and notices that Ms. Klein has added a note to the bottom of the page.
It reads "Jerry, this is unacceptable. Report to my classroom immediately following school today. I want to discuss tutoring options for you."
A tutor? Jerry cannot imagine getting a tutor for the final semester of his senior year. That would be humiliating for a cool guy like Jerry! He knows he will have to show up for the meeting, but he has got to find a way to get out of this tutoring thing.
Jerry continues through his day, dreading the meeting with Ms Klein. Funny enough, every time he thought about it, he got a little aroused thinking of her. That would quickly fade as the thought of a fifth year of high school stormed into his brain, kinda like having your mom walk in on you while you are spanking it.
Finally the day ends and Jerry reluctantly heads for Ms Klein's room. She is there, seated at her desk, looking over some papers.
Without looking up she says, "Have a seat Jerry."
He slides into a desk in the front row and waits.
"What are we going to do with you Jerry," she says as she removes her glasses. "You barely made it through the first semester and now it looks like you are gonna be fighting to even have a shot at graduating. I don't want to see you have to come back for another year, so what should we do?"
"Uh, well, I don't know."
"Jerry, there must be something. Perhaps a tutor could help you? I bet Sarah Adams would be glad to help you out."
Jerry rolls his eyes at the thought of spending time in any fashion with the most homely looking girl in school.
"Sarah Adams? Uh, no."
"She is my best student, Jerry."
"That's great, but I really don't think I need a tutor."
"Jerry, look, I think I know why you struggle in my class."
"Oh yeah? Do tell."
"I've seen you staring at me and I don't mean in a studious way. Even a few minutes ago you were staring at my chest while I was talking to you."
"No I wasn't"
"Jerry, seriously, you are male and 18. I think by now I know how your mind works. It's human nature, but it is getting in the way of your school work. Maybe it would be best if you took this semester from Mr. Jones instead?"
"No way! I would fall asleep in his class."
"Something has to change, or you will never get through this class and then you won't graduate on time."
Jerry looks down, studying the top of his desk. His brain is in high gear, trying to figure out what he can do to solve this dilemma. He definitely doesn't want to suffer through a semester with "Lazy Eye Jones".
"Alright," Ms Klein says. "Here's the deal. You meet with Sarah, get over a 60 on your next exam and I'll figure out a way to not distract you so much."
"Damn," he thinks. He likes being distracted by those swaying hips and large tits.
