The halls of La Costa High School always buzzed with activity during passing period. Stressed out teachers pushed through the students, a stack of ungraded term papers in their other hand. Other students were in the bathroom, buying pot from Craig, the school drug dealer. Peter Lee was sitting on one of the hallway benches, halfway through Chapter 15 of Advanced Statistics. A pair of perky breasts in his peripheral vision distracted him from the intensely interesting chapter on Two-Way ANOVA.
"Hey there, Petey!" Lana said as she slapped Peter hard on the back. "We're going to be late to class!"
Peter looked Lana Stevenson up and down as he had done so many times previously. Lana pretended not to notice, letting his eyes linger down her long legs before she hit him again. She looked ravishing. She brushed a strand of her straight black hair away from her face, revealing the most god damnned gorgeous brown eyes that Peter had seen in his short eighteen years on this planet.
"Come on!" she said, smiling widely. She reached for Peter's arm, her other arm gripping her fresh new binder tightly to her sweater covered chest, pushing her magnificent breasts closer together.
"Alright, alright. Lead the way," Peter replied, letting her grab his arm and pull him to his feet. She pulled him close to her as they made their way to their first Biology class of the semester.
He remembered, right then, the first time he had seen Lana naked. She had teased him that whole night, at one point "accidentally" letting her legs spread a bit too wide as she sat on the library steps. The view of her white panties hugging her sex was almost enough to make him jizz in his pants. Her parents were away on business that night. They were sitting on the edge of the bed and he had put his hand on hers and kissed her—his lips assertive but his touch tender. She had tried to pull away as he slid his hand up her leg, so he stopped kissing her immediately and began to check his phone and moved to sit at her desk. He remembered the confusion on her face as she searched for anger on his face only to find his visage full of icy coolness. Not even five minutes had passed before she was sitting on his lap, her tongue pushing past his lips with more vigor than before. She had grabbed his hand then, and guided it under her skirt, opening her silky thighs to accommodate his probing fingers.
"Shit!" Lana said, knocking Peter out of his pleasant reminiscence. "Watch where you're going Pete!" Lana's binder lay on the ground, a few papers and pens laying around it. She grumbled as she dropped his arm and bent over to pick up her stuff, giving Peter a perfect view of her perfect heart shaped ass. Peter felt a tightness in his pants as she got on her knees to pick up the last of her papers, her ass raising towards him and the hem of her skirt moving upward ever so slightly. The last time he had seen her in this position was in the middle of her bed, her skirt in a heap on her bedroom floor.
He slid her damp cotton panties off, the fabric clinging to her sticky pussy lips. He remembered the pride he had felt when she told him he was the first guy to ever see her naked. Her tight her pussy hugged his dick as he pushed through her hymen. He had asked himself how he, Peter Lee, a nerdy Asian with a propensity for video games, was deflowering the most popular girl in school. To top it all off, she had let him fuck her without a condom, allowing him to feel every wet crevice of her virgin pussy. Lana had whispered for him to shoot inside her- a request which he fulfilled over and over and over again. The sense of accomplishment he felt as he watched his cum drip out of her freshly fucked pussy was akin to a conqueror surveying the spoils of his war, the wails of his enemies echoing in the distance.
"Yeah, don't help or anything," Lana spat, a scowl growing across her otherwise perfect face. Peter shook himself out of his stupor and helped Lana pick up the rest of her things. They ran to class, finding two seats in the back row just as the bell rang to mark the beginning of the period. An unfamiliar voice rang out as Peter focused on the petite young teacher standing at the front of class.
"Glad you could join us! Uh...what were your names?"
"Peter. Peter Lee."
"...and I'm Lana Stevenson."
All eyes were on them. That was nothing new for Lana. She was the gorgeous head cheerleader. Not many people noticed Peter, the tall mysterious Asian guy, though arguably they would have noticed him if they knew he was the guy who was fucking the head cheerleader.
"Great. I'm Miss Navarro, your new AP Biology teacher. I trust that you two will be coming on time from now on?"
"Oh, yes. We'll be coming alright," Peter replied, giving a sideways glance at Lana. The class roared. Lana shot a look of fury at him. "...err uh, we'll be coming to class that is. On time. From now on," Peter corrected, trying his best to look innocent.
To his surprise, a smile crept across Miss Navarro's face, framing her strikingly full lips across the flawless skin of her face. It was at that precise moment when Peter realized how frighteningly beautiful his new teacher was. She looked to be in her late 20s, no taller than 5'2, slightly tanned skin, and had a petite but athletic frame.
"Asian", Peter thought, as he studied her perfectly symmetrical face, dwelling on her stunning almond shaped eyes that were just a tad narrower.
"Unfortunately, as most of you know, Professor Colton's wife was recently diagnosed with Parkinson's disease so he is taking a leave of absence and I am filling in for him," she said, making her way closer to Peter. She stopped in the middle of the aisle, five feet away from Peter and Lana.
"Professor Colton told me a lot about you, Peter. Brilliant polymath, already passed the AP Calculus BC and Physics BC exam with a 5...the first in the school's history to do so," she said, giving Peter the cutest wink he had ever seen. Peter blushed. "Nevertheless, even brilliant people need to be on time, Mr. Lee. Why don't you see me after class," she said, giving Peter a once over before walking back to her desk. Peter gulped and looked at Lana, who had suddenly found the wall very interesting.
"Anyway, the rest of you, get your books out and turn to chapter 12, the Cell Cycle. Please start reading the chapter as I get some things ready."
The bell rang and the classroom began to disperse for lunch break. Lana shoved her things into her bag and got up to leave, without even glancing over at Peter.
"Lana...where are you going? Aren't you going to stay..." Peter asked.
"Miss Navarro only asked you to stay. I need to get something to eat," Lana replied as she walked towards the door.
"Can you pick me up something?" Peter asked.
"Why don't you just eat some cum?" Lana whispered. "That's what you want everyone to see anyway!" She stormed out the door.
"Oh come on, that doesn't even make any sense," Peter said to himself, scratching the back of his head. Peter made his way to the front of the classroom where Miss Navarro was busy strapping her bag into her pull along roller. Peter's eyes widened as they followed the curves of her body, her tight skirt revealing the contours of her magnificent ass. Peter noticed the unmistakable ghost of her thong line bisecting her bottom and he bit his lip as he imagined what would possess a teacher to wear such a thing in the middle of a class of 30 or so hormone fueled males. She turned around to look at Peter, catching him staring for a millisecond before he looked away.
"Oh right, Mr. Lee," she said, standing up and walking towards him. "The late one," she smiled at him. He couldn't help but smile back. It was infectious. Her eyes examined him, burning through his high school façade, trying to get at the root of who this "Peter" actually was.
"I'm really sorry, Miss Navarro," Peter started. She stopped him with her hand.
"No, no, don't worry about that. And please, call me Elaine. I think I like that name better than Miss Navarro now that I hear it being said. Miss Navarro was my mom." She smiled and patted Peter on the back and gestured to the chair. "Please, have a seat. I just wanted to talk to you one-on-one before we get too far into this semester."
A little confused, Peter sat down on a chair and got one more glimpse at his teachers tight ass before she turned to sit on the edge of her desk. She examined him once again.
