Radar

OCTOBER

Amy never stood out in Mr. G's class. She never volunteered any answers during class discussions, but she also never struggled or required extra help. She worked diligently during class, and never had any questions as he circled the room. She was a good student that never seemed to want or need any extra attention.

None of that ever changed, but in October she appeared on his radar for a different reason. Amy typically wore a loose fitting T-shirt that hid her figure, but homecoming was in October. That week there were special dress up days to drum up school spirt. On Monday she wore a rainbow baseball cap with the propeller on top for Wacky Hat Day. Tuesday was tourist day so she wore a loose fitting Hawaiian shirt where again Mr. G paid her little attention with his eyes drifting more frequently to the other girls like Clare who wore far more revealing outfits. On Tuesday Clare was a hula dance by wearing a tiny green skirt and matching green sports bra.

On Wednesday Amy wore the same oversized hockey jersey as her boyfriend for twin day. She was a black cat on Thursday with cat ears and tight spandex pants, but an oversized T-shirt that covered any glimpses he could get of her bum. None of these outfits were of any particular note to Mr. G.

It wasn't until Friday that Mr. G actually noticed what she was wearing. The first thing that caught his eye was the gray skirt and knee high socks. The skit ended just above her knee, far more conservative than what Clare and the rest of the girls were wearing. However that tiny strip of skin between her skirt and socks was enough to draw him in and leave him wanting more.

Covering her shoulders was a thin gray cardigan. The buttons were unfastened and underneath she wore a plain white dress up shirt. It was form fitting, but not excessively tight and she had it buttoned up high enough so that he didn't see any cleavage.

His eyes followed her as she walked in, not willing to let her get away. Her shiny black shoes clicked loudly as she walked. The shoes had a wide short heel, less than an inch tall. Watching her walk gave him a tingle, made him want to mingle with her. She was what he wanted. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath to maintain a sense of composure.

At the top of Amy's head, she had two fluffy pink scrunchies. The blonde hair pulled through each was woven into a tight braid that fell down beside either side of her head. At the end of each braid was a simple pink hair tie. The swaying of those braids as she walked drew his eyes away from her legs.

He finally broke his gaze when she took her seat and he moved his attention to other students as they filled into his classroom. He kept glancing in her direction throughout the homework check. Now that she was seated her skirt had slid up to give him a better view of her legs. One of the times when he was near the back of the room they made brief eye contact as she turned to talk to her boyfriend seated next to her. He quickly turned his gaze to the student in front of him. He didn't think Amy knew he was checking her out.

"Interesting sense of style," he said as he reached her desk.

She shot him a ten-million-dollar smile and he saw that spark flashing in her eye. His heart beats faster cause he wants her, wants it all. "I'm Britney Spears from the 90's."

"Oh I knew right away. You nailed it. Especially the hair."

"Thanks."

Mr. G was of the right age that his teenage self had obsessed over Britney in that exact outfit. Sure when Britney wore it the skirt was shorter and far less buttons were fastened, but seeing Amy dressed in that brought all of those feelings flooding back. It was difficult to get through class in that frame of mind, but somehow he made it.

On the drive home Mr. G wondered if Amy knew that she was on his radar. He can't believe he didn't notice before just how damn hot she was. Upon getting home he quickly pulled up pictures of Britney from her heyday. Then he watched the One More Time music video followed by Womanizer. He rubbed himself while watching Britney singing in the sauna.

Then he searched Amy's full name. He couldn't find her on Facebook and her Instagram account was private. He found her twitter account and there were a treasure trove of photos on vsco. There were summer pictures of her in a black T-shirt and cut-off jean shorts where the pockets were longer than the shorts themselves. There were several beach pictures with her older college-aged sister. Amy was in a purple bikini while her sister was in blue. He stared at those pictures for a long time.

As he dove deeper he found other bikinis. His favorite was the American flag one. Two blue triangles barely contained her large breasts. There were white stars printed across them. There was only one photo of that suit so he couldn't see the back but the front was just a tiny red and white stripped tringle with a thin red strap that wrapped around her perfect hips around to the back.

He found a picture from the school's locker room, but unfortunately it was before she had undressed, still wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a simple gray T-shirt.

Hours later he realized he never ate dinner. He turned on the TV while he thawed a freezer meal in the oven, but he absent-mindedly forgot to set a timer so he burned that. Then it was a trip out to a sandwich chain. When he got home he tried to grade quizzes, but he just couldn't get her off his brain.

He masturbated before bed; that's usually a good way to clear his head, but not tonight. He was up all night thinking of her. On Saturday he did get in a nap just after noon, and even in sleep he was dreaming a mile a minute about her.

On Monday Amy was back in her loose fitting T-shirts, but it was too late for that now. She was on his radar and he would find a way to get with her.

NOVEMBER

"I caught him lookin again," Amy texted her friend Samantha.

"Honey you're gonna have to be more specific than that."

"Mr. G! I noticed he's been starin."

"I think you imagine it."

"His eyes see right into my soul. Do u think he's seen the pics?"

"You think now he knows you got it and he wants it?"

"B serious!"

"What were you wearin?"

"My LSU hoodie and a pair of orange shorts."

"How short?"

"IDK, normal gym shorts."

"Ur gonna have to accept that all of the teachers, all of the students, all of the boys, and all of the girls are begging to fuck you, Amy. That's y Dave is so lucky."

"At least I no Dave is with me 4 my mind. He's always stealin my HW to copy."

DECEMBER

Amy timidly knocked on the door. "Mr. G, you asked to see me after school."

"Yes, come in, and close the door please." Amy was wearing loose fitting red athletic pants with two white stripes running up the outside of her legs. On top she wore a simple white tank top with thick straps. Her blonde hair was down and came about halfway down her back.

Amy complied and took a seat at her usual desk. Mr. G clicked a few things on his laptop before grabbing it and bringing it over to her. He took the seat next to her and showed her a code for a computer program. After a couple seconds she recognized it as her own final project. "So I thought it was strange that you multiplied by 1 in your equation. Do you know why you did that?"

"That must have been the equation I looked up."

"No it wasn't. No equation every says multiple by one. It might say multiple by some parameter and then that parameter turns out to be one, but if you know it's one you wouldn't put it in because it's a trivial thing that doesn't do anything, like adding zero."

"So is it still right?"

"Yea it is, but what's funny is you're not the only student that multiplied by one. It turns out Dave did it too in that exact same spot. Now that's one of those weird things that stands out when you're grading, so I pulled your two file and compared them side by side. They are over 50% the exact same."

"I'm so sorry. He said he just wanted to look at my code to help him figure out how to do it. I didn't know he was going to copy it."

He wanted to smirk, but he was able to maintain a stern expression. She was falling right into his plan. "Come on, you're not that innocent. I was very clear at the start of this assignment that you should never give an electronic copy of your work to another student."

"Please, forgive me."

"All around the world pretty girls wipe the floor. What are you doing letting him take advantage of you like that? You got yourself in a bit of a mess and I see two paths forward from here."

He paused for a moment to let the pressure sink in, while stared back at him in stunned silence.

"I can fill out the paperwork, you and Dave will each get a detention and a zero on the assignment. It's was the final project for the fall semester, so that zero will hurt. You'll drop a letter grade, but you'll still pass the class."

"Anything but that."

"Well that brings us to option two. To be perfectly honest, lately I've been stuck imagining what I wanna do and what I really think..." and this is when he let his smile break through, "Time to be a little inappropriate."

"Huh, I don't understand."

"If I said I want your body now, would you hold it against me?"

"What?" Her mouth fell open and her eyes darted away as she processed what he just said. A moment later realization swept over her face. She stood up and took a step away from him. "I can't. You've got no conscience."

"I know it's you that helped Dave. Choose option 2, you don't wanna lose you're A."

"Mr. G, I can't. Dave is my boyfriend."

"Cheating with him got you into this mess. It seems only fair that cheating on him will get you out of it. Besides, livin' in sin is the new thing,"

Amy knew she was trapped. There should have been a warning when she signed up for his class. There's no escape. "Ok."

He stood up and took a step towards her, but he stopped when he saw her tense up and cringe. "You wanna get an A? You better work bitch."

Amy took a deep breath. "I know I may come off quiet," she said in a whisper. "I may come off shy..."

His eyes were locked onto hers while she looked at the floor. "Oh my baby, don't be shy."

Amy took a deep breath. "I really wanna do what you want me to, but if you really want me, move slow. There's things about me you have to know. I'm still a virgin and I always thought I'd have more time to prepare for my first time." Amy shifted her weight back from her heels to the balls of her feet. "I can do this. All I need is time. I don't wanna be so shy."

"Hey baby, whether it's now or later, I've got you. You can't shake me cause I got you on my radar. Whether you like it or not, it ain't gonna stop cause I got you on my radar. We can pick a different night to come out and play, but at least give me somethin' good tonight."

She took another deep breath. 'You can do this, just go with the flow,' she told herself. She looked into his eyes and asked "What did you have in mind?"

"I was wondering if you are a put-on-a-show kinda girl. Let me see you dance."

"Think I can handle that." She closed her eyes and waited for him to start the music. She bobbed her head and lifted her hands, but her hips barely moved. "Baby lose control," he suggested, "just work your body."

She went into some stock routines that she remembered from various music videos. As she got moving things got easier. She felt the adrenaline moving through her veins. Spotlight on her and she's ready to break. 'I'm like a performer,' she thought. 'The dance floor is my stage. All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus.'

"Pop it like a hood, and show me how you work it out. Alright?" She turned her back to him and twerked her hips. With her ass pressed out, the red athletic pants more tightly hugged her curves and he could see the outline of her panties. He could also see the hem of her yellow panties since her shirt had slid up slightly as she arced her back to really stick her ass out for him.

Mr. G pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her derriere, but he wanted more. 'Don't wanna wait. I want it now,' he thought as he walked up behind her and grinded against her ass. "Oh pretty baby, do you feel me now?"

She wasn't ready to have his hands all over her, but pulling away could be dangerous. He could not only give her a zero on the project, but tank her grade on the final exam. There's no escape. "I like this part," which wasn't a complete lie. Her awkwardness wanted her to move away but there was something reassuring about his power, and his hands did feel good as they rubbed against her front. "Feels kinda good." One hand pressed against her thigh while the other rubbed her toned stomach. That hand slid under her shirt and pressed against bare skin. One of his fingers circled her belly button. "Yeah."

To her surprise he broke away at the end of the song. She was afraid that she had done something wrong, that he was still going to fail her. "There's nothing that I wouldn't do. It's not the way I planned it. Show me how you want it to be."

He turned off the laptop. "You asked me to move slow, and to be honest I'm gonna have trouble doing that if we continue any further. Look I'm willing to wait for a moment that is mine."

"Thank you," she said.

"But we will need to do this before I enter the project grade. Friday you're coming home with me and you'll be a slave for me through Sunday."

* * * * *

"Check this out," Mr. G said as he texted the picture of Amy's derriere to his friend Maggie.

"Slim waist, thick cake, me and the rest of the whole world would want a piece of that. This year's conquest?"

"Amy, she was a junior when you were a senior."

"Do you know what she likes? How are you going to get her?"

"I caught her cheating."

"Damn I'm jealous."

"Why's that?"

"Can't you see what I see? All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to fuck Amy."

"This Friday!"

"So you haven't seen this yet then, huh?" Maggie sent him her own picture of Amy. She had a broad smile that showcased her pearly white teeth. Her eyes were close to the top of the frame with the top of her head cut off, but you could see down to her belly button. She wasn't wearing any clothes in the photograph. Her right arm was extending out towards the camera, presumably holding the phone to take a selfie. Her left reached across her body and grabbed a firm hold of her right tit. Her palm blocked the nipple, but she was squeezing tight so cleavage spilled around her curled fingers.

Now her left tit sat relaxed on her forearm. Her nipple was covered by a gold pastie. For a long time he stared at that breast, studying the outline of the pastie, which was in the shape of a star. Her breast looked much larger than he had suspected under those baggy T-shirts that she normally wore.

"Damn, she's just so pretty. Where'd you get that?"

"On her 18th bday she sent some pics to her then bf Brad. I'm pretty sure every student at that school has seen these pictures."

"Fuck, I need a piece of that."

"I'm pretty sure she's still a virgin. I've heard from guys she's dated that she's real into cuddling, holding each other tight and a good amount of PDA but once things get heated she runs, hides and just gets so shy. Good luck."

"She mentioned that to me, but there's no escape for her now. I caught her cheating in class. I'm like the ringleader now; I'm the one calling the shots."

"Three is a charm. Two is not the same. I don't see the harm. So are you game?"

"Definitely. Triple fun that way, twister on the floor. She'll be at my place all weekend."

"See you then."

* * * * *

Amy went over Dave's house the following Thursday, the night before she was supposed to visit Mr. G. Walking up to his front door she didn't know if she was going to yell at him or apologize. When he opened the door she stared into his blue eyes and lost the words. She didn't want to fight.

He invited her in and soon after that he was asking for her help with his French homework. She sighed. "You know at some point you're going to have to do your work on your own."

"I try, but it's just so difficult and you're so good at it."

She smiled and agreed. Of course helping him as always meant just doing his work for him while he played with his phone. She used to not mind helping him, but today she found herself getting frustrated. She asked him a look up a word for her on his phone. "Hold on a second," was his response.

Amy sighed as she waited. "Alright what was the word again?" he asked after a minute. She repeated it and he made no notice of her annoyed tone. He told her the spelling and then went back to dicking around on his phone. His eyes didn't come off the screen during the whole encounter.

Amy decided to just make her best guess on spelling for the remainder of the assignment. 'Why care about the assignment more than he does,' she told herself. Once she made that decision the assignment went by pretty quickly.

Once she announced she was done they moved to the living room to watch a movie. He pulled up Netflix and let her pick. He sprawled out on the corner of the couch and she cuddled into him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. He was warm and she felt safe. Her annoyance with him melted away.

She had trouble paying attention to movie. Her thoughts kept drifting to what she would have to do tomorrow. She felt bad knowing she was about to cheat on him. She thought about telling him, but when she opened her mouth to start the conversation the words never made it out.

She knew she wouldn't like his answer. No matter what he said she'd be upset with him for putting her in this position. And yet she found that she couldn't be angry before he gave an answer. She felt guilty for choosing her grade over being faithful. She had rationalized the decision a thousand different ways, but she that didn't stop her from feeling guilty.

He was on his back, sprawled out over much of the couch. She was wedged between him and the back of the couch with her head resting on his shoulder nook. He had both of his arms wrapped around her. He held her tight and it felt good.

That was the other reason that she didn't want to fight tonight. She had decided that if she was going to loser her virginity this week, she would rather it be to Dave. For all his faults, he at least cared about her and she cared for him. Dave may not be perfect, but he never made her feel like she couldn't say no.

The problem was that she was too scared to make the first move. She had her hand on his leg just above the knee. It would be so easy to just slide it further. She probably didn't have to do much, just move her hand over his crotch and he'd get hard, but she found her hand paralyzed. Instead she just patiently waited for a move from him that never came.

As midnight drew near she said it was getting late and gave him a kiss. It was a closed mouth kiss on the lips. He smiled and said good bye. She thought about telling him that she loved him, but she knew he wasn't ready to say it and she didn't want to fight if he didn't say it back.

'How am I supposed to know what's right?' was her thought as she walked back to her car.

* * * * *

The next day Amy showed up to his room after school. She was wearing a lightweight black jacket with a large blue flower image covering each shoulder. The jacket was unzipped and beneath she wore a white tank top that just barely covered her navel. Her lowrider jeans did not come high enough to meet her tank top and so with her jacket covering her hips there was just a small rectangular window of skin between her navel and crotch.

"I think I'm ready for my close-up tonight."

"I hope so," he said with a grin. "Tonight, I wanna show you all the dirt I got running through my mind."