Kenon sat at his desk, sipped his water and continued reading
The Hidden Curriculum,
by Brenda Myles. As the Principal of North County High, he needed to be mentally and physically on top of his game for the staff and 2000 students under his command. So he worked out and read daily. His body was as ripped as his mind was brilliant.
However, despite his training and dedication, he did have weaknesses. He loved sweets, spent too much on clothes, and worst of all had an incurable hunger for stacked, curvy, blondes.
The school had plenty of yellow hairs to choose from, both in its staff and student body. Kenon had fucked some of the better looking staffers-married and unmarried-using his charm and sometimes his power to help or hurt their careers and families to get them to strip. He loved breaking boundaries and often thought of crossing the forbidden threshold between teacher and senior, but common sense always reminded him of the future-killing dangers of such unions. Still, the forbidden only stoked his desire.
He often spent lunchtime in his office, browsing through senior yearbook photos on his computer. He lingered on all the pretty 18 year olds and, on quiet days, daydreamed about them while stroking his black cock. The orgasms were always tinged with as much guilt as excitement. He'd clean up afterwards with half a box of tissues and continue his day, a bit light-headed and more tempted.
For now, Kenon filed away his copy of Myles with every intention of returning to it after a biology class he had to teach in 20 minutes. An aggressive flu had kept several of his teachers and substitutes in bed. So Dr. Kenon Smith, who majored in comparative anatomy before switching to education, was taking most of the day's science classes. He packed up the appropriate textbook and left his leather chair to go to Mrs. Manning's Advanced Physiology.
North County High was built on what had been a cornfield. It was relatively new, with walls that were still bright and floors that reflected the ceiling lights like mirrors. Kenon walked down the hallways and into the arena style classroom every bit a king. Chatter faded to murmurs that silenced once he placed his briefcase on Mrs. Manning's desktop and glanced over the lesson plan she had left; a brief recap of cell division and mitosis. He looked up and began speaking. His voice flowed in a poetic introduction of life and the cells that form it. He was exciting and theatrical but stuttered when he noticed a platinum blonde he hadn't seen before. She sat in the far corner of the room, legs crossed with her chin perched on a palm.
She was a stunner. Kenon took inventory of her treasures, long hair he imagined reached the bottom of her back, piercing blue eyes, large breasts, and peaches and cream legs that went on forever. All packed exquisitely on a curvaceous frame. Kenon stuttered, regained his rhythm, but couldn't take his eyes off the mystery student for the rest of the lesson.
She answered his questions without pause. Their inquiries and responses danced. He admitted to himself he was giving her too much attention, so towards the end of class he aimed questions to a random assortment of faces that included an obvious nerd, a jock and a slim cheerleader with no tits.
In the last minute, he reminded the students to review chapters 4 and 5 because there might be a quiz, though he would not had been surprised if less than half the students heard him as they hustled out the door. Kenon bowed to pack his briefcase. When he looked up, he saw the blonde standing before him, looking him straight in the eyes and smiling. He couldn't believe how tall she was.
"Excuse me, Mr. Smith, I just have a few questions." Both her hands clutched a laptop and textbook to her stomach, her arms pressed her breasts together.
"Of course, how can I help Ms..." Kenon trailed off, waiting for the student to insert a name.
"Mason, Crystal Mason. Sir - It's my first week."
"Ms. Mason. First, it's
Doctor
Smith, not Mister. I worked hard for that title and want to get as much use out of it as I can. Now what is your question?"
"Yes, Dr. Smith."