Merv The Perv
I couldn't wait to get out of this shit hole. I absolutely loathed my job as a high school English teacher, and I loathed my supervisor even more. Her name is Gloria Strong, which is fitting, as she has a very strong personality and does not tolerate any deviation from the school rules. She is a stickler about the "no fraternizing with female students" rule. Ms. Strong has been the Head Mistress at the Concord Academy for ten years.
Finally, the three o'clock bell signaling that the school day was over sounded, and my class of twelfth grade students rose in mass and made a mad dash for the door. I smiled politely at them as they walked past my desk and headed towards the door, and wished them good luck on the midterm exam they would be taking the next day. In reality I could care less how they did on the test, as it made absolutely no difference as to how their futures would play out by what they learned, or didn't learn in my class. I considered it a total waste of their time, and mine!
But to my surprise, one of my students stayed behind. Her name is Candace Strong, and she is Head Mistress Strong's niece. Her friends call her Candy. Yeah, that is a very appropriate name for her. She looks so fucking sweet, especially her fine firm ass that I often dream of grabbing...and tasting her young sweet pussy!
I just looked at her and smiled, but she didn't address me. After a few seconds of silence I broke the ice, "Is there something I can help you with, Candy?"
She hesitated, like she wanted to ask me something, but wasn't sure how to begin.
"Um... Mr. Mervin, I'm not doing very good in your class. I mean, English is very hard for me. I'm a total shit at writing. I was hoping you could give me some pointers?"
I smiled back at her, "No need to be so formal Candy. Please, call me Merv. That's what all of my friends call me."
She looked directly into my eyes, and then smiled sweetly, "Am I your friend, Merv?"
I wasn't sure how to answer her. She was obviously hitting on me, but I needed to be very discrete. I'd already been formally disciplined once for "inappropriate" behavior with the female students.
I gave her my most endearing smile, "Well, sure we are, Candy."
She seemed pleased with my answer, "That's so nice, Merv. You can help me with my writing, and then I can help you."
I was at a loss for words.
"Help me, Candy?"
"Oh, you know. With things...that you.. might need."
She smiled seductively as she lifted her leg on top of her desk, and then pulled her skirt up past her hips. She wasn't wearing panties!
Something strange was happening. As my gaze lowered towards Candy's crotch, over my shoulder I heard the entry door open, but I was too focused on watching Candy touching her pussy to look back and see that Head Mistress Strong was watching us. I thought, "Oh fuck!"
And she was pissed!
"Mister Mervin, what is the meaning of this?"
From the tone of her voice I knew I had stepped into a pile of shit...a big steaming pile of it!
I stammered, "Why nothing unusual, Head Mistress. Candy just asked me to help her with her writing."
She obviously didn't believe me. My supervisor just glared at me.
"Mr. Mervin, I assume you remember your last disciplinary interview?"
I could feel my heart beating harder in my chest, "Of course, Head Mistress."
She continued to glare at me.
"I clearly warned you Mr. Mervin. You will not fraternize with the female students!"
I tried to make a feeble protest, "I assure you Madam, nothing improper is going on."
Head Mistress Strong addressed her niece, "Is this true, dear?"
I figured at this point Candy would throw my sorry ass under the bus, but she surprised me.
"It's not Merv's fault, Auntie Gloria. I mean, nothing happened...yet."
The head mistress didn't like this answer at all.