It was just another boring day, Coach Marks ranting on about some kind of math formula that really makes no difference in the world. Tara sat at her desk, fiddling with her hair and thinking about how ready she was to get out of this shithole town. She didn't really like the people, she didn't really like the atmosphere, and worst of all, the guys were all either idiots or creeps. Oh, to be back at her old school...so many nice cocks to play with! Just the thought made her pussy start tingling; she hadn't gotten laid a single time during her senior year "Oh well," she thought. "At least I have Sherman." Sherman, of course, was her vibrator, the only source of release she'd had in the three months since her 18th birthday. And with only half an hour left before the end of the day's classes, she knew she and Sherman would be spending time together very soon...
A knock at the door brought her out of her reverie. "Come in!" said Coach Marks, a bit louder than was really necessary, she thought, looking up at his face. The ear to ear grin that appeared as her teacher saw the guest told her that this was no regular visit, however, and as she looked over, her stomach tied itself into a knot, and the moisture already building between her legs became a torrent she worried might show through. She didn't know who this man was, but he had her full attention!
*****
Isaac felt a bit awkward walking back into his old high school four and a half years after having graduated, but he was eager to see Coach Marks, whom he considered his greatest mentor. He had graduated from the state's premier engineering program a few months earlier, but in spite of the brilliant minds lending their knowledge to the students of a nationally acclaimed college, Isaac had never had anyone who even approached his old high school calculus teacher.
Normally, there would have been a bigger stir about giving a visitor's pass to even an alumnus of the high school, but fortunately for him, the office secretary went to church with his parents, which meant he was able to get through without much trouble. Walking the halls, he remembered the feelings he'd had while still a student. Even though he lettered in two sports, football and basketball, he tended to hang around more with the nerds, as his teammates called them, and as such he never had quite the same status as other athletes. Not that he cared; it was the very nature of the popular crowd that drove him away from it to begin with.
Knocking on Coach Marks' door, he heard the voice of that same crazy bastard he'd always known on the other side screaming to come in. He paused and raised his hand at the applause from the students (one of Coach Marks' quirks regarding visitors of any kind passing through the door), then looked up to see Coach beaming at him. Always nice to feel welcome, no?
After the customary greeting, Coach exclaimed that Isaac was right on time, because he had to go pick up some paperwork for the football team, and now he had a sub who could teach the lesson for him. No, that is not at all up to school codes, but Coach couldn't care less. Isaac had essentially taught his college freshman calculus course because the TA simply couldn't break down the fundamentals well enough; he could deal with a few high schoolers for half an hour, right?
It is very good that this was Coach Marks' class he was dealing with, because as soon as he left, naturally, they went wild. Isaac let them get it out of their system for a few minutes, but noticed a rather attractive brunette sitting all dreamy eyed, staring right at me without the faintest clue that he could feel her gaze. Smiling inwardly, he spoke up so the entire class could hear, summoning my best Coach Marks impression: "All right, ya monkeys. You've gone bananas, now settle down and we'll get through this."
*****
Tara was absolutely beside herself with excitement. She couldn't imagine him not noticing her staring blatantly at him the entire time everyone else was moving about, but if he did, he'd done a good job of hiding it.
Listening to him teach was mesmerizing. His instructions flowed, making sense on a practical level rather than some abstract that she was supposed to decipher...not that the words coming out of his mouth really mattered very much, for it was his voice that captured her. His body, while not rippling with muscles, had obviously seen some time in the gym; his curly hair made her want to run her fingers through it while lying by his side, basking in post-coital embrace; his eyes belied a depth of thought she knew she would love to pick apart; his smile, however, was what ultimately broke her resistance. Once or twice during the remainder of the lesson, she thought he caught her staring, and the smile that accompanied the look pierced to her very soul.
She knew she had to have him. "No," she thought, "that's not right. I have to give myself to him."
Tara didn't have the faintest idea where that last thought had come from, but it crystalized in her mind immediately, and she knew instinctively that it was true.
*****
Throughout the lesson, Isaac kept tabs on the mystery student, and best he could tell, her eyes had not left him since he entered the room. "Well now," he thought to himself, "nice to know that there's at least one girl here who thinks I'm interesting." He had spent his high school years dating very little, mostly due to his own shyness (which he'd shed in college, thankfully). Unbeknownst to him, however, there were quite a few who would have jumped at the chance to go out with him.
