The following Friday afternoon found Jack on his way out to the teachers' parking lot after another week of classes. He was glad to be finished and was looking forward to a long weekend of football games and friends. Jack's alma mater, Brown, had a big game coming up against Cornell and although the teams weren't powerhouse NCAA teams, he and his college buddies enjoyed the games and tried to get up to Providence as often as they could.
He could hear the far away blast of whistles coming from the athletic complex as they blended with the threads of music that drifted from an orchestra practice somewhere inside the buildings of St. Brendan's. The early fall day was unseasonably warm for New England and he took a deep breath... savoring perhaps the last of an Indian summer.
Jack smiled to himself as his thoughts, again, ran to the little trollop in the green plaid skirt known as Alexandra Jenkins. Her only acknowledgement of him this week had been curt responses and little, if any, eye contact. He flashed his most wicked smile at every opportunity and delighted in his game of goading her. Since he'd dressed her down in his office the previous Friday, she'd not shown the slightest bit of interest in pursuing her grade though less than proper means and had done her best to thumb her nose at him. He, however, had caught her staring at him several times and would regal her with a taunting wink.
Jack thought about times in the past, especially when he'd first started teaching, that he'd been approached by a few of his female students. He'd always managed to turn them in other directions without hurting their tender feelings. He'd not had any real interest in any of them... Bold, provocative Alexandra was different. Perhaps it was the picture she'd show him. He couldn't count the number of times his thoughts wandered to that picture... and Alexandra with her legs spread and her mouth open in want of his cock.
As Jack rounded the corner to what he knew would be a nearly deserted faculty lot where his car was parked, he spied the object of his ruminations leaning against his car, fixing her hair in the adjacent window belonging to Father O'Connor's black Lincoln. Did she just undo another button on her shirt? What did she want now? Jack pondered Alexandra's presence at his car as he approached her, again smiling when she saw him and stood up straight and took several deep breaths. Jack slowed his pace and watched her squirm for a few more moments, enjoying her discomfort.
"I thought you'd never get out here!" Alex blurted out as Mr. Morgan approached. She made no attempt to hide her exasperation with him. When he only smiled in response she felt like screaming at him, as she had most of this week. She was still unsure of how to proceed with her plan to manipulate Mr. Morgan into the A she so desperately wanted. She was not yet ready to give in to his demands. She still wanted to play her game. Not his.
"What are you doing out here Alexandra? Are you ready to tell me how you plan to get an A in Trig? Your quiz this week showed no signs that you're going to attempt to get your grade the old fashioned way." Jack kept his eyes trained to hers as he popped the trunk of his car and put his briefcase inside. After he'd finished putting his things away he stepped in front of her and leaned against Father O'Connor's car, putting only a few feet between them. He folded his arms across his chest and stood with his legs apart, outside of hers.
Alexandra again felt her confidence falter as she finally met and held Mr. Morgan's gaze for the first time all week. She was frustrated to no end that he made her feel vulnerable. No boy had ever done that to her. She was always the one in control. She could smell his cologne, a crisp warm scent that filled her senses every time he came near and that too weakened her, as did his piercing gaze. Alex placed her hands behind her back and gripped her hands together, more tightly than was perhaps necessary and she was disgusted with herself and her sweaty palms.
"Well Alexandra? Are you ready to acquiesce? Tell me... tell me how you wish to achieve an A in trigonometry." Jack paused... waiting for her to gather her courage. He watched her chest rise and fall beneath her white blouse, her nipples pulled taut beneath the thin material. Jack wanted to see those firm breasts bare and heaving as he thrust into her for the first time. He made no attempt to cover his ungentlemanly appraisal of her, letting his eyes wander to the modest splay of her hips and the fine muscles of her thighs, unhidden by a skirt that seemed to shorten every day. He held her gaze once more and nodded... bidding her to speak.
Alex smiled up at Mr. Morgan, having felt his hungry gaze on her and knew the familiar power she felt whenever she caught someone looking at her admiringly. Alex was beautiful and she knew it. Everyone, starting with her doting parents, had told her so since the day she was born. She remembered that now and began to flirt with her body, arching her back just a little more, nipping at her bottom lip before turning on a wicked little grin.
"I know you want to touch me Mr. Morgan. I saw your cock pressing against your pants in your office Friday and if I'm not mistaken, you were just wondering what I look like without this little uniform on." Alex took a step away from his car and continued. "I know you liked those pictures I drew of us. I know you've wondered what it would be like to... touch me Mr. Morgan... just a little..." Alex let her voice trail off as she took another step toward him, almost touching him, not breaking his gaze even as her heart thudded inside her chest nervously.
Jack watched her amusedly, enjoying her flirtations and her attempts to spur him to touch her. He wasn't surprised that she was trying to subvert his demands. Was she simply too shy, too inexperienced to vocalize the picture she'd drawn of them? Or was she just too damn proud and haughty to deign to someone else's commands? Most likely the later, Jack mused.
As Alex was about to close the final distance between them, Jack grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back with one quick motion, pinning her against his car with his body, chuckling low as she tried to hide her squeal of surprise. Jack pressed his groin against her, letting her feel his hard arousal against the top of her mound and her lower stomach.
"What's the matter Alexandra? This is what you wanted isn't it? You wanted me to touch you..." Jack slid a hand up behind her head and captured a fistful of her soft lush curls, holding her tightly, her head pulled back... throat bared. "You're right. I did enjoy your lurid little pictures." Jack moved his other hand quickly between her thighs as he held her tightly by her hair, noting that she didn't struggle; only gazed into his eyes. Was that a look of triumph he saw? He pressed his fingers hard against her mound and Alexandra stunned him by pressing out into it.
