The students wandered into last period looking even more distracted than usual. The first day back from winter break was often this way, and this being senior English the high schoolers at this small private academy were just coming down with senioritis. I always give my students this first week back to focus on the first semester exams which are held the second week after winter break. All day I'd given each class a study hall, leaning on my stool in front of class answering any and all school or sports related questions. I'd let the kids play appropriate music at an appropriate level. The kids liked it, and it helped met get though these tedious days. Everyone took their seats, boys in slacks, dress shirts and ties, and girls in similarly slightly above business casual attire.
John put in a CD and class began to drift away. No questions was fine with me. Surveying the room, students generally screwing around quietly and/or (less likely) actually studying. Why was Laura staring at me? I did my best to give her a quizzical, silent smile. She tucks her head back brushing her blonde hair back. Was that a wink? I blink and look away, out the window to the empty courtyard below.
I can feel Laura still staring at me. I've had girls with crushes on me before, had girls flirt with me before and always the best course of action is to ignore it. If it persists you let them down lightly. I've ignored her for five minutes maybe. Another survey of the room, and Laura is still staring at me with those blue eyes. I bet she's never been denied anything she ever wanted. Daddy bought her a new SUV sophomore year, she always has designer clothes, very well put together. She was smart (at least in English), and involved at school. She held a class office, was a cheerleader and had been on the homecoming court. I'd watched guys chase her around for two years.
We lock eyes again. She sticks the tip of her pencil eraser in her mouth. I cock my head in disapproval. She point to her chest with a "Me?" expression. I relax. She undoes the third button on her blouse exposing the roundness of her B-cup breasts. I shake my head no. She shakes her head yes. I look away again.
The courtyard is empty, and I don't want to send her to detention. Its so stupid, she's bored, I'm the 'hot guy' teacher, and she wants to see how far I'll let her push me. I'll let it go. I can see her fiddling around in her seat, doing her best to expose more of her breast without drawing attention, other than mine. More minutes pass away.
Another survey and our eyes lock again. She looks down at her body and back at me with a "do you like" expression. I rolled my eyes and motioned toward the office. Was she really going to detention for this. She gave me a "please no" expression. I relaxed. She mouthed the words "I'll do anything". I looked away in disgust. I stared out the window until I saw a hand raised. It was a boy in the back row.
"Can we leave five minutes early?" Which they sometimes did on days like this. I surveyed the room, locking eyes again with Laura. Front the first row she spread her legs just wide enough for me to see a clean shaven pussy. I could feel my dick react automatically, blushed slightly, hoping no one noticed. I wanted her our of here as fast as possible.
"Sure." The students leave as quickly as possible, except Laura lingers, as I knew she would.
"Laura what kind of trouble are you trying—"
"I want to you like me."
"You're my student and a minor --"
