I couldn't decide on the category for the story, mature or romance. All characters are over 18 years of age and all sex is consensual. Your feedback is always appreciated. Thanks for reading. - NYBoss
2000:
"Don Stone, please report to the Main Office," echoed the familiar voice of Mrs. Benson, the Administrative Assistant to the principal, at Lincoln High School.
The message was addressed to me while I was sitting in my boring English class, as our out of date teacher, Mrs. Alberts tried to lead the class in a discussion on Dickens' "The Tale of Two Cities."
Why anyone had to read this in high school was beyond my comprehension. Still, in 2000, it was required reading, boring or not. And why was I being summoned to the main office?
I was a senior, straight A student, math wiz, accepted to Stanford University, star 6' 2" basketball player, good looking and in great physical shape and all around nice guy. For whatever reason, math came naturally to me. In fact, I probably was smarter than the teachers who were trying to school me on honors calculus.
"Okay, Mr. Stone," Mrs. Alberts said, "get going, but hurry on back as the discussion today is key to understanding the novel."
"You got it" as I winked to my friend Keith, who knew full well that I would milk the time in the office that the period would be long over before I attempted to make my way back to the English class.
I walked into the office and Mrs. Benson, without a word spoken, pointed to the Principal's office, that being Mr. Reed. As President of the school Math Club, Mr. Reed always came to our matches, offering words of encouragement. From that, and from the times I saw him at my basketball games, he seemed to be a pretty decent guy, not a stuffy administrator.
As I entered Mr. Reed's office, I also saw a familiar face, Ms. Marlene Boone and two men I did not recognize. Ms. Boone was in her second year of teaching math at Lincoln. She was also the assistant to the faculty advisor of the Math Club. Ms. Boone also happened to be the fantasy of every one of her students, male and probably some females as well. No one knew her age, but it was speculated that she was about 30 years old, built like the proverbial brick shithouse. About 5'6", black wavy hair that fell below her shoulders with a figure that stops traffic. A natural beauty, makeup always perfect, accented by thick eyebrows and usually red lipstick, her curvy figure emphasized her most valuable asset, her perfect breasts. Riding high on her chest, easily a 36C or perhaps 36D, Ms. Boone did nothing to hide her charms. As usual, she was wearing a short, just above the knee, skirt, with a sweater top, which did nothing to hide her charms. In fact, at times during the year, when the weather was right, we were granted the exceptional view of her hard nipples.
The other two men introduced themselves as the local representative and regional director of the educational testing service. Yeah, that organization that administered the SAT tests.
Mr. Reed began. "Don, do you have any idea of why you are here?"
"No idea, but I would imagine it has something to do with my SAT scores" as I pointed to the two guys is suits.
"It does, Mr. Stone," one of the suits said. "Specifically, it has to do with your Calculus honors test."
"What's the problem?"
The suit continued. "Normally, I would congratulate you on achieving a perfect score on the exam."
"But..." I said.
"There is no documentation on how you got your answers. You were given paper to use to calculate the answers but your work sheet was blank, except for your name, when it was reviewed first by Ms. Boone and then by our organization."
"There is an explanation for that." I continued, "I didn't need to use the paper. I did all the calculations in my head" as I pointed to my skull. "Math comes easy for me, as Ms. Boone would agree, so there was no need to put anything to paper. Are you accusing me of cheating?"
As the two ETS guys turned to Ms. Boone, she remarked, "He does have the ability to do the problems in his head. He is the most gifted student I have ever seen. He is capable of doing what he said he did."
After a few more minutes of discussing this with Ms. Boone, Mr. Reed and the two guys, the ETS guys told us that they would review this information and get back to us and let us know if they would validate the test.
"Hey," I blurted out, "I'm heading to Stanford, primarily based on this test. You can't screw me because I'm smarter than the people who put the test together."
I don't think that sat well with the ETS guys. "We'll get back to Mr. Reed in due time. Have a good day. With that they walked out of the office.
Mr. Reed saw the concern on my face. "Don, let's not get bent out of shape until they get back to us. Then we'll address anything that needs to be addressed.
The long and the short of it was that in two weeks, the ETS guys invalidated the exam. Told me I could take it again. Ms. Boone was adamant on my taking the exam again. I, on the other hand, had strong principles, and decided to say, "Fuck it, I'm not taking the exam again, regardless of the consequences."
"It may mean your acceptance to Stanford could be in jeopardy," Ms. Boone reinforced in the strongest terms. "What will your parents say?"
"I've already told them and they are very supportive of my principles. If Stanford backs out, then I'll find another school."
After this, I tuned out the rest of my senior year, with the exception of my continuing to work on Ph D. level math problems provided to me by Ms. Boone. Once a week after school, for about an hour, I came into her classroom where she always had a new problem for me. Ms. Boone did the research and came up with great problems for me to work on.
As a normal, 18-year old guy, who had dated and fucked a few girls in high school, my relationship with Ms. Boone was nothing less than professional, until the last week of classes, one week before graduation.