I was in my senior year of high school and it was the last week of classes. I was so excited to be graduating. It had been a long four years, especially when it came to this history class. Mr MacPherson was the hottest teacher in the building and I got wet just thinking about going to his class. I would get wet thinking about how I wanted his hands on my body and I wanted his hard cock sliding into me.
"Miss Joyce, you care to answer the question?" He asked me.
I had been day dreaming and his soothing voice brought me back to reality.
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear the question. I was thinking about...graduation." I said, trying to hide the fact that I was actually thinking about him.
"That's what I thought. Okay that's it for today, chat amongst yourselves until the bell goes. Miss Joyce, please see me after class." He said looking at me as he sat down at his desk.
Oh great. Now I'm going to be alone in a room with him
The bell rang and, because it was the fifth period, people left quickly. I stayed behind as requested.
"Ah, Amy, you actually heard me say the part about staying after. Surprised your mind didn't wander off again." He said, coming around the desk and sitting on the edge of it.
"Yep. Sorry I let my brain wander. Just close to being done and I can't help but think about my summer plans and what I am going to do when I get the hell out of this place." I said.
"Don't rush it. As of right now you aren't passing this class and that means, you aren't graduating." I said.
I could see the smirk on his face.
"What do you mean? I only failed one test all semester!" I replied.
He was looking so fucking hot sitting there, almost teasing me.
"That test you failed was worth 60% of your grade and you failed it, therefore you fail my class." He said.
"Is there another paper I can write? anything I can do? I can't waste another year here. I need out! I'm going crazy as it is, another year would put me in the nut house." I said.
I was actually worried that I wasn't going to graduate and as much as I wanted to flirt with him, I couldn't right now.
"Well I mean I am sure there is something that we can figure out..." He said, his voice trailing off.
I looked up at Mr McPherson and he was grabbing his dick through his pants. I was instantly turned on and also confused. Was it really this easy?
"Is there now?" I asked. I wanted him to know that I understood what he was getting at and that I was actually okay with it happening. I had turned 18 the week before so I knew there was nothing wrong with what we were doing.