âEnjoy your summer, girls!â Sarah Stevens said as her last class of the day, and for the year, happily left the gymnasium.
It was the final day of school at Westville High School, and the schoolâs girlsâ gym teacher, Sarah Stevens retreated back to her office beside the gymnasium. She collapsed into the chair at her desk, closing the grade book with a sigh of relief. âFinally! My first year of teaching, over!â. She was looking forward to a relaxing summer off.
Sarah had just been hired at Westville High last summer, to take over the position as the girlsâ Physical Education teacher. The truth is, she felt slightly unprepared, having just barely graduating college with marginal grades herself. But the school year was over now and she had nothing but a long break to look forward to!
She got up from her desk and walked to the locker in her office. She opened the creaky locker and took the whistle off from around her neck, and placed it inside on the hook. As she reached inside, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror on the other wall in her office.
Sarah Stevens was very attractive, not only because she was the schoolâs youngest teacher at 25. She was 5â7â and had long blonde hair, which was usually tied back in a pony tail. Her body was very athletic, from working out regularly, which kept her legs and abs tone. Her body was proportioned excellently, with a ripe, full, firm ass, and voluptuously large breasts. In fact, her boobs were probably her best feature, having been exceptionally large ever since she hit puberty. Under her shirt, her 36DDâs were usually clad in a tight sports bra, because of her active job, and also because she didnât want to flaunt her cleavage at work.
Sarah reached for her windbreaker jacket in her locker, fully intending on leaving for the day, when her office phone rang. She paced back to her desk and picked up the phone, hoping it wasnât a notice from the office that there would be an after-school faculty meeting. She really wanted to get out of there!
âHello?â She said as she picked up the phone.
âSarah,â The voice on the other line said. It was the secretary at the principalâs office. âWill you come down to the office before you leave for the day, Principal Harry wants to meet with you.â
It was more of an order, rather than a question, but Sarah agreed and hung the phone up. She sighed and slammed the door of her locker shut, closed the door of her office, locked it, and headed down toward the principalâs office. Hopefully it was just an end-of-the-year wrap up meeting that wouldnât take very long.
Sarah arrived at the main office and the secretary motioned for her to go right into the principalâs office, right in the back, adjoining the room.
The school principal, Jack Harry forced a smile as Sarah walked into his office. Sarah never really liked the man; He was an old, overweight asshole who liked to boss everyone around.
âHave a seat.â The Principal said, motioning to the chairs across from his desk.
âWhatâs going on? Iâm not getting fired, am I?â Sarah asked as she took a seat.
Principal Harry laughed hoarsely and shook his head at the question. âNo, no, not at all! In fact, I have some good news for you!â He said, rubbing his hands (something she noted was a nervous habit of his).
âWhy do I have a feeling that this good news isnât really that good?â She asked sarcastically.
âWell, its all how you look at it, of course.â Harry started. âWith Victoria Brownâs resignation last week, we are in need of a math summer school teacher.â
âOh no.â Sarah shook her head. âI canât!â She protested.
Harry sighed and rubbed his hands unconsciously. âWell Iâm afraid you have to. We donât have anyone else to fill the slot. Everyone else refused, and well, youâre the newest faculty member, so by the terms of your employment, you have to take this job.â
âBut I donât know anything about math! Iâm a gym teacher! I barely even passed algebra in college, myself! Please, Jack!â She pleaded desperately.
âDonât worry! Itâll be cake, I promise! Its only a 5 week course, and the students youâll be having are seniors. If they donât pass this, they donât graduate, so youâll barely need to keep them in line.â Principal Jack Harry explained.
âOh my God, Iâm sorry. But I canât do this, Jack.â Sarah stated firmly.
âWell, Iâm afraid you have to, Sarah. If you donât, Iâm going to have to terminate your employment.â Harry replied, just as firmly.
She sighed in frustration.
âOh and one more thing.â He went on, âI donât have to remind you, youâre still under your one-year probationary hiring period. So if these students donât pass, you donât have a job next year either. Have a nice day.â
What an asshole!
She screamed in her head as she stormed out of the office. She just wanted to howl in frustration! How on earth is she going to teach
math
to a bunch of flunked out delinquents!?
* * * * * * *
[ Three weeks later⊠]
Sarah sat at the front of the classroom as she looked over the results of her studentsâ first weekâs quiz. She resorted to grading the quizzes by checking the answers in her faculty edition of the textbook, since the material was a bit tough for her as well.
She had a little trouble the first few days getting used to dressing like a real teacher for work, since she didnât have much in the way of professional clothes. She had on a pair of heels, a knee length skirt, and one of her more conservative blouses. However, the blouse was very tight, which clung to her thin waist and stretched around her bulging tits. The top of her shirt was unbuttoned, since she hated the feel of a tight collar, and so she inadvertently showed some of her bulging cleavage at the low neckline.
It was obvious that her students were far worse at algebra than she was. Looking through the quizzes, she looked at each paper again, amazed. Two Fâs, and one D-. The truth was, she only had three students in her class. She looked up at them, sitting in their desks across from her.
There was Johnny Lowe, the jock who had spent all senior year goofing off, and playing sports, when she should have been studying. Now he faced the possibility of having to repeat senior year if he didnât pass summer class.
Then there was also Luke Watson, who the students nicknamed âLuke the Spookâ, because he kept to himself and dressed like a goth, wearing all black. He didnât have many friends, and Sarah figured he was probably into drugs or something and thatâs why his grades sucked.
Finally there was Frank Livingston, who looked like the biggest nerd sheâd ever seen. He was a scrawny kid with thick rimmed glasses a face full of pimples. She figured him being here had to have been some kind of mistake at the Main office, but after seeing his D- on the first test, she didnât doubt it.
All three of these 18 year old boys faced the possibility of repeating senior year if they didnât pass the final exam in 4 weeks, and Sarah herself faced getting fired of she couldnât teach them the material!
âFrank, I just donât get it,â She started to say in frustration, âYouâre a nerd, how do you manage to be so bad at math?â
Frank snorted and crossed his arms, âEnglish is my subject. Some day Iâm going to be an award winning poet! I have no need for math. And Iâm not a nerd!â
âHey shut up, ya nerd!â Johnny yelled at him across the room as he threw a pencil, hitting Frank square in the head.
âStop it, all of you!â Sarah shouted. She was desperate with frustration. âI donât know what weâre going to do. Donât you guys care if you end up failing this summer? It means you have to repeat your senior year!â
The boys exchanged discouraging looks at each other and nodded.
âIts not that we donât want to pass, Miss Stevens.â Johnny said. âI know for me at least⊠I just have trouble studying. I find it hard to concentrate, ya know?â
âYeah, me too.â Luke agreed.
âThatâs my problem too.â Frank chimed in as well. âWell, that and I hate math.â
âOk, so we need to find some way to help you guys concentrate while you study for next weekâs quiz.â Sarah said, standing up so she could walk around to the front of her desk, sitting against it as she looked at her students, and thinking to herself. âWhat if I plan some kind of reward for you, like a field trip or something, if you pass next weekâs quiz? Would that help you keep the motivation to buckle down and study?â
âA field trip?â Frank, the nerd asked.
âGee, I donât really know, Miss Stevens.â Johnny spoke. âYou know, to be real honest, there is something that I think weâd all like that would definitely motivate us to study real hard.â
âOh, what is it?â Their teacher asked.
âWell, speaking for myself at least, I know Iâve been dying to see those big knockers of yours. How about this for a deal? If you show your tits to us, weâll study as hard as we possibly can and pass the test next week!â Johnny suggested.
âOh yes, I like that idea!â Frank nodded his head up and down quickly.
Luke just grinned and nodded as well.
âNo way!â Sarah exclaimed. âThatâs ridiculous, thereâs no way I would do that! Shame on you, Jonathon!â
âFine then,â Johnny continued. âI guess next week weâre all going to end up failing another quiz, and weâll probably end up failing summer school too. Boy, I wish you could have helped, Miss Stevens.â
Sarah sighed deeply. If the students failed, she would lose her job. Then what? She was really stuck.
Well, this might not be such a bad thing, afterall.,
She told herself.
If I do this, and they pass, its not like I will ever have to see them again; They will have graduated, and wonât be around to spread any rumors.
âOk, tell you what.â Sarah suggested. âIâll let you peek at my boobs quickly, BUT⊠not until next week, and not until after you have all passed your quiz for that week. Thatâs my deal.â
âItâs a deal!â All three of the boys said at once.
* * * * * * *
[ The next weekâŠ. ]
Sarah looked up at the clock on the wall as the minutes ticked by, slowly counting down the remaining time her students had to finish their quizzes. Johnny, Luke and Frank all worked diligently, although struggling slightly.
The clocked ticked its final minute and Sarah stood up from her desk. âTimeâs up!â she said as she went around, collecting the papers.
She took the quizzes back to her desk and sat down. âOk, see you guys on Monday, Iâll have the quizzes graded then.â
âWhat?â Luke asked. âI thought we were going to get to see your tits today.â
âYeah, that wasnât the deal!â Johnny exclaimed.
âOh fine, Iâll grade them now.â Sarah said, gulping nervously after she said it.
Her heart pounded as she graded each quiz. She didnât even know if she wanted them to fail or not. If they did pass, she would have to show them her breasts, but if they didnât, she would eventually lose her job.
Sarah placed her pen down on the desk and stood at the front of the classroom when she finished grading the desks.