Note: Everyone in this story is 18 years or above.
Lisa Coderi, an eighteen-year-old high school student, was three weeks away from her final year before summer break and then community college or university. As she lay on her comfortable bed, she shoved away the comforter, revealing her shirt, which covered her slim body, rounded, perfectly shaped D-cup tits, and her flat abdomen. Followed by the shorts covering her shapely ass and shaved pussy; and then her tanned legs. Ah, how she loved her body. She loved the attention she received from the jocks, the nerds, the emo students, the regular boring students, and especially the teachers. She loved the side-eyes from the females too, especially once puberty hit. Of course, she had not fucked any of them; she just enjoyed the attention along with the benefits that came with that attention. However, she heard whispers of how she was a slut, of how she fucked the entire football team in their locker room, of how she got onto the cheerleading squad because she ate the coach's pussy, or of how she had the nerds finish her homework by offering her mouth to suck their small cocks. None of the rumours bothered her since none of them were true.
What did bother her was her grade in Mr. Thompkins chemistry class. As she lay on her bed, Lisa's mind was fixed on the D she was getting in her final year for that class. She was only ten points away from a C-minus, something she desperately needed to get into the nearby Community College. Lisa closed her eyes and smiled at the thought of her chemistry teacher, Mr. Gerald Thompkins, a handsome 40-something-year-old with dark brown hair and a fit body under a full-sleeved button-up shirt and light brown trousers. Lisa was desperate for a C-minus; she did not want to repeat her senior year while the rest of her friends went to Community College or the State University. Thompkins joined the school at the beginning of the senior year after several years working for Lightspeed Health, a pharmacological company in Austin. Why he came to work in a small town in California was a mystery, although Lisa heard many rumours.
Still, rumours didn't bother her, and neither she nor the students in the Chemistry class asked Thompkins about his past. All they knew were the answers he volunteered: that he wanted a change in his career and thought teaching chemistry was the way to go. While there were plenty of other teachers—male, female, or binary—in the school, Lisa had no attraction towards them. Yes, they were handsome and/or beautiful, but she didn't fantasise about any of them. Not until Thompkins stepped into her chemistry class.
After the first time she had seen him in class, Lisa could not wait to go back home. Once classes were done for the day and she had to go for cheerleading practice, she told her cheerleading coach that she wasn't feeling well and needed to go home. And of course, the older woman believed her, especially after Lisa spoke in a sultry voice, bit her lower lip, blinked her green eyes, and ran a hand through her own thick chestnut brown hair. It also helped that Lisa slightly jutted out her chest. Once she reached home, Lisa ran through her front door and quickly greeted her older brother, who had already been accepted into the state university, followed by greeting the housekeeper, who was chopping vegetables on a wooden board in the dining room while watching TV.
Rushing up the chairs to the second floor of their cosy suburban home, Lisa could imagine Thompkins' touch: his fingers tracing circles on her cheeks before his smooth fingers gently traced the slope of her neck and then went down to her chest. She imagined his fingers sending a wave of pleasure through her body as he then traced his fingers on her bare shoulders before slipping the thin spaghetti straps of her imaginary black dress off those very same shoulders. By the time Lisa was in her room and the door was closed behind her, even before putting her backpack away, she unbuttoned her pants and then slipped them off before reaching down her panties to discover her dripping wet pussy.
That day, she masturbated while leaning back against her door, and then on her bed after she came while muffling her own scream of pleasure. She writhed on her bed as she played with her clitoral area with her thumb and inserted her fingers into her cunt. While using her fingers to induce one orgasm after another, she thought of Thompkins descending upon her, his tongue licking her cunt before turning her around, bending her onto a table, and then fucking her wet, slippery cunt with his cock. It would be nearly two hours later that she was satisfied and lay on her bed with a silly grin and a gentle warmth going through her body. She would masturbate to Thompkins numerous times over the year.
And now Lisa realized she may have to make those moments in her imagination a reality. She already knew that teachers could only change grades under extremely rare circumstances, according to a friend who worked part-time in the administration office.
Sitting up on her bed, after rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, she glanced at the clock.
'Seven in the morning,' she thought to herself before turning towards the edge of her bed and then stepping onto her carpeted floor. She had enough time to shower, dress up for the day, and then head off to school. 'Today... today's the day. I can do this,' Lisa thought to herself as she took off her shirt and shorts. She would usually get off in the morning at the thought of Thompkins, but this time she would wait. Lisa was certain she could get to Thompkins if she actually tried hard enough. And she quickly took a shower and then got into a set of clothes that accentuated her figure without making her look like a slut. After grabbing her backpack, Lisa opened her door and stepped out into the hallway just as her brother, Mark, walked out of the washroom after having taken a shower. Despite attending State University nearly an hour away, he still lived at home due to their mother's home cooking, a room for very low rental fees, and free laundry.
"Hey, morning, Sis," he said while the lower part of his toned body was wrapped in a bright blue towel. "Mom and dad just left to catch their flight to New York."
"Right," Lisa snapped her fingers, her eyes lingering on her brother's abs for a second before turning her attention to his eyes, "they have that conference." Lisa and Mark's parents, both professors of sociology, with David teaching at the Community College and Kate at the State University, were attending a conference organised by an international sociology group in New York. It was supposed to last for three days. "They have left us cash for food, right? I mean, your cooking stinks, and..."
"Yes, yes." Mark rolled his eyes while his hands held the towel tight around his waist. "They left cash, which should last for the next three days. And I have some stowed away from my part-time gig. Oh, and remember, they said, no going to the mall or stuff with your friends until they get back."
Lisa chuckled before saying she needed to leave or she would miss the bus to school. Mark stepped aside while saying he would be leaving in an hour, but he could take her to school tomorrow. Lisa thanked him before rushing past and then down the stairs. After hearing the door to Mark's room close, her thoughts returned to Thompkins. She didn't want to get her panties wet again, so as she rushed down the driveway and towards the bus stop down the street, Lisa imagined how she would approach the handsome chemistry teacher. She imagined multiple scenarios, all involving an empty classroom, with her reaching for Thompkins and telling him, in her most sultry and alluring voice, that she would do anything he wanted or that she would do anything he wanted. Anything as long as she received a C-minus for the chemistry class.
It would be nearly forty minutes later that Lisa reached her school, and she had to figure out the best way to approach Mr. Thompkins—a way that would not backfire on her. Walking up the pavement towards the school, Lisa met with her best friend Samantha 'Sam' Ketchner and their circle of friends. They discussed their plans for the summer break before heading into the school before the bell rang for the start of classes.
