Alexandra, Alex to her friends, wasted as much time as she could fiddling around inside her locker as the school building cleared of students and faculty. It was Friday afternoon and the weekly inhabitants of St. Brendan's Catholic High emptied in a hurried wave, glad to be free from yet another week of school.
She listened absently as her friends talked excitedly about the evening's football game and their plans for the weekend.
"Come ON Alex!" Sophie prodded her, wondering what the hell Alex was doing still shifting books and stuff around in her locker.
Alex turned and frowned at her pushy friend who stood next to her, hands on her hips with an expectant look on her pretty face. Alex had other plans right now and didn't like being distracted.
"Look Soph... just go on, I've gotta find my notebook, I think I left back in Mr. Morgan's classroom. It's got all my assignments in it and some notes I took in his class. I HAVE to find it." There were lots of other things in that notebook too, she'd left it in Mr. Morgan's room on purpose, hoping he would discover it and take a peek inside. Her heart raced and her body quickened just thinking about it.
Sophie sighed heavily and scowled back at Alex.
"Alright woman... I'm tired of standing around waiting for you. I'll call ya later." Sophie flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder like the prissy little bitch she was and hurried down the hall and out the door to the student parking lot.
Alex was relieved and went back to stalling by making an attempt to put her locker, constantly in disarray, into some semblance of order. She waved bye to some of her friends as they left the school.
Mr. Morgan would still be in his office, she knew. He always stayed late on Fridays using the quiet time to work on his lesson plans and grade papers so he wouldn't have to take them home for the weekend. Alex had a MONSTER crush on Mr. Morgan. She also wasn't doing all that great in his class and she hoped to manipulate the handsome older man into cutting her some slack. Alex was a tease and a flirt and she knew just how to get the boys to do her bidding. She was sure it would work the same on Mr. Morgan.
Twenty minutes passed and only a few stragglers and the janitor had gone by so Alex pushed all the stuff back into her locker figuring the building was sufficiently empty and the coast was clear. She looked at herself quickly in the long mirror that lined the inside of the locker door. She grinned at herself, fluffed the soft auburn curls that hung to her shoulders and applied a new coat of crimson lip gloss to her pouty lips. She undid one more of the buttons that held her white uniform shirt closed around her small but pert breasts, glad that Victoria's Secret could give her cleavage. She tucked her shirt into the waist of her shorter than regulation black and green plaid uniform skirt and fixed the pleats so they hung just right around her mid thighs. Checking her white knee socks with a quick glance she kicked her locker door shut with one of her black strappy heels that she'd bought for just this occasion.
Alex ran quickly up the stairs to the second floor of the high school and walked down the hall to the math department. Mr. Morgan was the department head and she had him this year for trigonometry. It's no wonder I'm getting a C, Alex mused as she glanced at the bulletin board outside Mr. Morgan's office where their homework was posted. The problems looked like hieroglyphics. She simply could not get a C in trig, it was absolutely impossible. She would not let this one class ruin her GPA in this, her final year of high school, and blow her chances of getting into an Ivy League caliber school. She could talk any guy into anything, Mr. Morgan didn't stand a chance, Alex thought with a wry smile as she pushed open the classroom door and waltzed into Mr. Morgan's office.
~*~
Jack Morgan sat behind his desk, going over the tests he'd given in calculus this afternoon. He frowned as he marked in red several items missed by one of his students. He was an excellent teacher, took time to make sure his students understood the classes and took great pride in how well his students did. He was fair, but very tough on his pupils and he knew when they finished his class, they were prepared for higher learning.
As he graded the papers before him, his mind wandered to his plans for the weekend. He was a handsome man, a bachelor by choice. "Who needs one woman when you can have several?" was his motto. He loved women, reveled in them, and was the envy of his friends who'd tied the knot. Jack was in his early forties now and had noticed that the hair around his temples had started to gray somewhat, but other than that small fact, there wasn't much else to contradict his otherwise youthful look.
Tonight he had a date with Marissa and grinned to himself as he thought about her and her vivacious little body in his bed. Golf tomorrow with Greg and then dinner with Felicity. Now there was a girl he could marry if he'd ever consider it. She was young, sweet, and beautiful with a body that could keep an old man satisfied for the rest of his days.
Just as he was about to finish his last test, he heard his classroom door open and looked up; in flounced Alexandra Jenkins, a hot little number from his third block trig class. She was something, he thought, as Alexandra flashed him her widest smile and walked into his inner office and closed the door behind her.
One thing Jack noticed over his years of teaching, the girls seemed to become more and more brazen in both their manner and their looks. If girls had looked like Alexandra when he was in school, he would have certainly spent a lot more time working his way between their thighs than he had. He often found himself aroused by the little hussies that seemed to over-populate the small catholic school where he'd spent the last fifteen years of his career. It was hard not to when they wore those delicious little uniforms with their little skirts and sheer white tops. A well formed body could definitely turn what was supposed to be prim and proper into anything but.
Alexandra was no exception, he noticed. Her soft newly formed curves and her pert little breasts would have even Father O'Connor salivating. He imagined her long legs wrapping around his hips and her hot little mouth with its pouting red lips wrapped around his cock and for a moment just stared at Alexandra as she stood grinning in front of his desk.
Alex cleared her throat after she'd let Mr. Morgan drink his fill. Her heart skipped a beat when he looked up and into her eyes. He was the hottest teacher in school and Alex swore she felt her panties moisten whenever he looked at her. He had the most piercing hazel eyes and she could never figure out whether they were more green or blue. He had a neatly trimmed goatee that gave him the most wicked look. God she wanted him she thought as he smiled up at her from his desk and nearly made her faint.
