I would like to thank Amela for helping make this more presentable.
The bell rings. "Finally 3 pm." Matt says silently. The once silent room fills with deafening voices and laughter. Books slam and papers rustle as they are shoved in the small confines of countless book bags.
"Don't forget exams are on Friday. Please study everyone," Mrs. Fox yells over the teenage chaos. "Not so fast Matthew Wicker. I need to speak to you please."
Matt stops at the door. One more step and he would have been home free. "Darn it!" he mumbles. After telling his friends he would catch up, he turns and makes his way through the maze of desks to stand by hers. The room is silent now, empty. He stands there patiently, watching her as she straightens her paperwork. He always thought it was funny how well her name fit her. She was a blonde version of Megan Fox. The only difference was the small beauty mark above the right corner of her lips.
She leaned forward just enough that he could see the tops of her pale shapely breasts. Each breath making them rise a little more. Blood pooled south. Her long blonde hair fell down her shoulders, caressing the exposed skin. Her white shirt hugged her, the grey skirt accentuating her small hips. The summer days were harsh at the old school with the A/C screaming to keep up with all the bodies. People had to dress sparsely around here. Earlier in the class, she had undone the top two buttons. He had seen her when she did it. He watched as she slid the buttons through the tiny holes and ran her hands over her hot skin. The white lace of her bra winked at him as she flapped the shirt for cool air. The heat turned her creamy skin a light hue of rose.
Glancing over the black rims of her glasses, she notices him starring. Leaning forward a little more, her shirt falls away from her, the white lace of her bra peaking out. Matt shifted to avoid her seeing the bulge forming in his pants. "Matt, I talked to your coach today. If you can't get your grades up to at least a C average by midterms then he is going to have to park you on the bench for the remainder of the season."
Good thoughts gone. No football for the rest of the season. No way! "But..."
She places her slender finger over his lips. He resists the urge to trace it with his tongue. "Hear me out. I, for one, don't want to see that happen. So I took the liberty of calling your mother and asked her for some time to sit down with you and go over this with you. Just you, me, and Algebra, no distractions."
No distractions? Was she crazy? he thought. She is standing there leaning over her desk with her breast practically popping out.
He tried to clear his head and pay attention. "What do I have to do?"
Smiling, she pinched his chin and walked to the door. The air around him began stirring with the smell of her sweet perfume. His stiffening cock twitched. Adding the "Study time in progress, Do not Disturb" sign, she closed the door. Her hips swayed as she returned to him. Stepping past him, she sat down on the edge of her desk. Leaning back, she braces her hands behind her on the cool wood. Resting her foot on a nearby chair, she lets her legs relax, opening them just a little. "So Matt, to start let's find out what you already know. Sit down right there and do some figures for me. Try the ones we worked on in class today."
He did as he was told but the moment he sat down his plan to pay attention vanished. With her foot braced on the chair, her skirt was hiked up just enough for him to get a full view of her red thong. Turning in his chair so his lap faced another direction, he tried to focus on the figures she rambled out. Every few minutes she would come lean over his shoulder to check his work. Her warm breasts pressed against his back, caressing him with her heat. Her hair tickled his neck and shoulders. Her warm breath teasing his ears as she corrected any mistakes he made.
