Pam was thrilled. She finally managed to get out of math class. Now she could sneak out with her friends a whole hour before lunch.
She turned down the hallway and spotted Mr. DeLoy, the principal, headed in her direction. She stopped in her tracks. His face was set in an evil grimace and he was glancing side to side as he stormed down the hall. He appeared to be looking for trouble, and Pam didn't want it to be her.
She took a shortcut through the gym to avoid him and not risk detention for skipping class. Just before he looked in her direction she ducked through the gym door and stood with her back pressed against the wall and watched through the small windows set in the doors as he walked past.
She was holding her breath and let it out in one big sigh of relief. She started to walk across the gym to the doors at the other end when she heard a voice shout, "Pam!" and froze.
But when she turned, it wasn't DeLoy, but Jim Litton, the gym teacher.
"Are you planning to come to class today?" he asked, as he strode toward her with his arms swinging at his sides.
"I was thinking about it," Pam said.
"You sure you're not thinking about other things?"
"Like what?"
"Like boys."
Pam put her hands on her hips, turning her big, innocent eyes up to him.
"Mr. Litton, do you think all I care about is boys?"
"Yes. I see you watching all the boys. I know."
Pam grinned. "What else do you know?"
"Oh, I know a thing or two."
Pam stepped closer to him. "Oh, yeah? I know a thing or two about you, too."
He lowered his voice. "Like what?"
"Like how much you like to look at girls. Especially me."
His eyebrows went up, but he remained cool. Most of the boys she knew broke into a nervous sweat when she confronted them with the possibility of sex. Litton's unexpected reaction intrigued her.
"I know how much you like to look at my legs when I wear shorts in class."
He chuckled and looked around.
"You don't miss much, do you?"
"Not much."
"I do like your legs. I like it so much more when you bend over."
Pam was shocked by something so bold from a teacher. She struggled to look as cool as he was, even though on the inside she was so turned on her wet pussy was soaking her panties.
"What do you see when I bend over?"
She glanced down at his crotch and saw the outline of his hard penis.
"I see an ass that begs to be touched," he said, grabbing his crotch.
His cock swelled in his pants, like a long banana stuffed in his pocket.
Pam squirmed in her tight jeans. She licked her lips. Anything was better than being busted by DeLoy. She put her hand on his crotch and rubbed it. He stiffened. His hands dropped from his hips, clenching and unclenching.
"Do you want to do it with me?" she whispered, and stroked her hand up the inside of his thigh and over the rigid bulge.
Her fingers started to work down the zipper of his pants.