Jeff Meagor trembled slightly as he walked through the hallways of Roosevelt High School. He had been summoned to the assistant principal's office, and as a young and un-tenured teacher, he tended to expect the worst when summoned by the administration. "God, did I swear in class? Did a parent complain about my curriculum being too easy? What did I do?" he thought hotly as he neared the office. "Shit, there I go again, just like Amber said..." he mused. Jeff's wife, Amber, had recently gently told him that he was too pessimistic, too defensive.
"You're always jumpy and uptight" she complained. "It's so much more sexy when you cut loose and act on your impulses. Try to do that more, hon. It makes you much more sexy to me." Jeff loved nothing more than seeing Amber get hot. In a word, Amber was beautiful. Hot. Devastatingly hot. Her beautiful facial features were framed with sandy blond hair, her skin healthy and tan and supple. Amber's body made men and women alike stare. She was a regular hiker, biker, and dancer, and to these activities she added regular gym visits. Her thighs and calves balanced muscularity with tone, and her smooth taut waist rose up to an luscious pair of large firm breasts.
Amber possessed wit, intelligence, and fire, and Jeff felt like the luckiest man in the world when Amber agreed to marry him, though he felt that he had spent more time during there 4 year marriage focusing on school and work. The couple met and fell in love during college. Amber was a sophomore when Jeff was a junior. They met in a physics class and became study partners. Sharing a love of academic rigor, Jeff and Amber developed intimacy through their intellectual connection. They forged a loving connection that subsequently developed into a physical connection. Jeff had dated in high school and college, but Amber was the most stunning woman he had ever dated. She was one of those girls whom he had assumed was out of his reach, but he had felt emboldened to pursue her by their long philosophical discussions and debates.
Amber found Jeff to be unlike any other man she had dated. She had suffered from the perception that she had too high standards. Men tended to avoid her--at least, the kind of men that women wanted to settle down with. She had had her share of vain selfish pretty boys, and Jeff was a welcome change from that type. Jeff was caring and supportive and intelligent. From the beginning Amber felt that he was a bit too cerebral, but she was confident that her vivacity and playfulness would teach Jeff how to be more out-going and spontaneous. Certainly she figured that she could get him to loosen up in the sex department. She understood that he wasn't as experienced as she was, and his 5" cock was a change of pace from some of her earlier boyfriends, but she was willing to alter her sex life for a while to encourage his sexual development.
Jeff reached the door to Robert Wilson's office, and hands sweaty, he pushed open the door and trudged in. Before he could say a word to the Carrie, Mr. Wilson's receptionist, she coldly looked at him and said, "He's waiting for you." Well, her manner did nothing to put Jeff at ease, and with a sense of trepidation, he stared at the windows, which looked into the office. The blinds were drawn. Apparently this was to be a private meeting. Head sinking into a droop, Jeff moved into the office. Robert Wilson did not get up from his desk to greet Jeff. He simply looked at Jeff and nodded towards a pair of chairs, simply saying "Jeff" as a greeting. Even sitting down Robert Wilson intimidated Jeff. Robert was a large bald black man in his early 30s. He stood about 6'4", kept his body fit and muscular, dressed in expensive Italian suits, and maintained a demeanor, which commanded respect. He was the assistant principal in charge of curriculum, and as part of his duties he sat in on Jeff's classes and evaluated his performances.
Jeff sat down across the desk from Robert, and just as he was about to take some initiative and ask about the meeting, the door opened and Amber walked in. She had just come from the gym and was freshly showered. She wore a simple short cotton skirt, and her white camisole accentuated her full chest. She gave Jeff a questioning look as she bent down to kiss her husband hello. "Amber, good of you to come" said Robert as he stood to greet her. "You look radiant, as always. It's been a while since we've seen each other."
"I think it was the Christmas staff party" replied Amber as she gave Robert a quick friendly hug, her normal greeting for friends. "And hey, you're looking pretty good yourself. Last time we spoke you were juggling a number of girlfriends. Has any one of them made you an honest man?" Amber spoke with a natural ease and radiance, which Jeff always felt to be a bit on the flirtatious side.
Robert laughed shortly. "They wouldn't want me if I was an honest man. Please, sit. We have a serious matter to discuss."
"Nothing is wrong, I hope" Amber said worriedly as she sat. She leaned forward as she sat, and Jeff noticed that her position allowed Robert a nice view of her deep cleavage. "Well, yes. Something is wrong." At this, Robert turned to Jeff, and his tone changed abruptly. "Jeff, Zoë Valentine filled out a sexual harassment report on you today, and the claim is serious, disturbing, and potentially very damaging to you." Amber's sharp intake of breath registered briefly in Jeff's mind as he sat in shock. Zoë Valentine. He should have known. "Fuck" and "Busted" whispered in his brain as his mind quickly ran through his memory of her.
Zoë had been in Jeff's 9th grade class, and she had been an obnoxious little shit from the first day. A scrawny kid with braces, she had possessed a loud mouth that spewed forth nothing but confrontation, put-downs and vulgarity. Jeff had fallen into the trap of challenging her in front of the class, and eventually he set her up for embarrassment in front of people. He never passed up an opportunity to tell her that she was wrong, out-of-line, or under achieving. He aptly demonstrated his mental superiority over her, and at the time he gloated over his tiny little victories. Though she could have justified earning a B+ by the end of the year, he gave her a B-, justifying it to himself based on the grief she had caused him.
Zoë was now enrolled in Jeff's senior class, and the Zoë that had know certainly had changed...physically. Her auburn hair was styled in a mod flapper's bob, and her braces had resulted in a beautiful smile. She had grown quite tall--over 5'8", and her long slender body was accentuated by beautiful hips and a very full bustline. Zoë was a knockout, and Jeff had gravitated towards her from the first day. He sat her in the front row, and he never passed up an opportunity to steal a glance down her shirt. He chatted with her when she was working on class work, trying to earn at least a sparkle from her eyes or a friendly chuckle. She rebuffed his attempts at friendliness, which drove Jeff even harder. Her previous snottiness was replaced with a cold confidence, and she peered over the crowd like a queen searching out a single pearl in the crowd.
Last week, Jeff had "accidentally" bumped into Zoë as the class was departing, and he had pressed himself for an instant into the side of one of her glorious tits. He couldn't help himself--her cockiness drove him wild. Such assurance coupled with the developing 18-year old body and 18 year-old sensibility made his libido throb. Upon the contact, Zoë had frozen and stared him down with contempt. Jeff had mumbled a weak apology, citing his clumsiness, then fled to the teacher's lounge. She had not been in class since.
