Teaching Miss Stacy

This story was originally written for the Summer Lovin' contest in August and September 2024.

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CHAPTER 1

Stacy didn't like math and math didn't like Stacy. You could call it an Achilles heel but the Greeks that really gave her trouble were Pythagoras and Euclid. Numbers and formulas simply didn't soak into the pretty girl's head. They'd bounce off of her sun-kissed forehead and leave next to no lasting trace in her mind.

Stacy wasn't bothered by this at all. She chose to simply ignore the subject altogether. She much preferred hanging out with her besties and all the cute hunks from the football team instead of spending her precious time doing geometry homework. As for the latter, that's what the nerds were for. They'd deal with her math problems for little more than the privilege of basking in the presence of the hot blonde.

Okay, yes, sometimes she'd have to trade some sexual favors. But it was only, like, for getting the answers during a written test. She'd always pick James or Dan for this, as they were simply shy and awkward, not ugly, and both had some pretty nice cocks. But she never did more than blow them, okay?... Well, sure, she let them grope her tits, too. But Stacy wasn't a slut! It was just a little

quid pro quo

.

See? Not everything Greek was scary to her.

In any case, Stacy knew how to deal with her math problems. Her approach worked well, or at least well enough to tide her over to the end of another school year. She had clinched a passing grade and that was good enough for the carefree girl. She was more than ready for the summer holidays: the beach she'd lie on, the sun she would tan under, the handsome studs she would tease -- and definitely no math she'd need to worry about. Not for several long and blissful weeks.

But unfortunately, as Stacy had just learned, a mere passing grade wasn't good enough for her parents. Her mom told her as much when they were both eating breakfast, on one bright and sunny morning in early June.

"Summer school?!" the girl said with a gasp. "But Mom! That's like... school!

In summer!"

"Honey, you are about to start your senior year," said her mother, in that annoying adult tone Stacy knew always spelled trouble. "There's very little time to improve on your weak spots before SAT. If you want to go to a good college, you really need to step up!"

"But there's gonna be an entire year for that!" Stacy cried. "I promise I'll get to it as soon as the classes start again!"

"I'm sorry, sweetie. Mrs Stevens said she doesn't think that you'll pass her class next year if you don't put in some serious work beforehand," Mom said, squinting at her wayward daughter. "You know, she even had doubts whether some of the assignments you handed in last year were actually yours..."

Stacy gasped again. "She didn't!"

Mom shook her head with a sigh. "Regardless, she recommended that you take a remedial course over the summer. Your dad has also agreed that you could use some help. And since Mark is starting an internship and won't be coming home for holidays, he won't be able to sit down with you and --"

"Yeah, yeah, always Mark!" Stacy cut in, dropping her spoon into a bowl of cereal with a clank. "Like I actually need his help!"

She never liked hearing about her well-read, intelligent, talented, conscientious and incredibly boring older brother. Whenever their parents mentioned him, the comparison to his party-loving, boy-chasing, skimpy-dressed and borderline slutty sister was never a favorable one for Stacy.

She didn't think it was fair at all. It was her who was one hot and popular chick, right? And he was just a short and scrawny nerd. Surely, she had him beat when it came to the important things, didn't she?

"Well, if you are so confident about this then I'm sure you'll just

blaze

through this course!" her mom said with a smirk. "And when you're done, you'll still have most of the summer to yourself. Doesn't that sound fair?"

No, that didn't sound fair at all. But Stacy had this dreadful feeling that nothing she'd say could change her parents' decision at this point. She'd have to find some other way to deal with this summer school nonsense, as quickly and as painlessly as possible, or else...

Or else she'd be a laughing stock at her regular high school! Could you imagine? When all her besties are lounging on the beach or by the pool, sipping drinks like the queens they are and catching lustful glances from all the muscular studs, Stacy Brown would be stuck in some stuffy classroom! She'd be staring at an old chalkboard, trying to remember if the long side of a triangle is called hypothesis or hypochondria, all the while her precious summer holidays are slipping away!

God, the very idea made her cringe and shudder in embarrassment... She'd have to come up with a better solution. There had to be some way,

any

way, that'd let her slip through this 'summer school' bullshit and walk away with her social status intact. She just had to find it.

"Alright, fine," she seemingly conceded. "I'll do it. But I wanna know more about this summer school first, okay?"

Her mother smiled, more approvingly now. Maybe her troublesome daughter would finally start treating the schoolwork a bit more seriously?

"Of course, dear."

***

Stacy's plan, if you could call it such, was the furthest thing from getting in gear and actually learning some math. No, that'd be her last resort. Up until now she had coasted through school and life using her stunning good looks and an occasional, well-placed blowjob. She saw no reason why this convenient state of affairs shouldn't continue indefinitely.

With some luck, all she needed to do was to find a nice and hard cock. A cock whose owner would appreciate an eighteen-year-old and very shapely blonde such as her sucking on it with practiced enthusiasm. Someone with a cock like this who in return would relieve the poor girl of her arithmetic and geometric woes.

Yes, this was certainly a workable plan, Stacy thought at first. Then she realized there was but one small problem with it.

This was going to be a

remedial

class. Unlike a normal school, her fellow students wouldn't include nerds, geeks, or any other math whizzes that Stacy could turn to for help. They'd likely be all jocks and airheads, equally clueless about de Morgan laws and isosceles triangles as she was. The help she needed would have to come from somewhere else; this narrowed her options quite a bit.

She racked her brain, trying to come up with a workable solution. Maybe she'd simply cajole the dweebs who'd been doing her homework? Yeah, that didn't sound like the worst idea. But she had to be careful not to come off as too desperate, despite the fact that she totally was. Otherwise, even the promise of a nice and slobbering blowjob might not be enough to convince those smartasses to work for her over the holidays. She might have to do more than that. Heck, she might even have to go all the way.

Ugh, the very thought made her shudder... At least she wouldn't have to worry what her boyfriend Logan would think about her slutting around for real. Stacy couldn't believe how that asshole reacted when he learned about her predicament with the summer school.

"Aww, babe, that sucks," he said, face not losing the signature stupid grin that he often sported. "I can't hang out with you when you're all busy with numbers and shit!"

"I know! It's so lame. Thank fuck it's only like two hours in the morning. Maybe you can pick me up after?"

They were sitting in his car, parked in front of the girl's house.

"Uh, I don't know, Stace..."

"What? Did you get a job or something?"

He avoided her gaze for a moment, before letting out a sigh straight out of his gut. "Ugh, like... no, but... I need to keep up the appearances, you know?"

"Appearances?" She squinted at him. "The fuck you're on about?"

He sighed again, hands gripping the steering wheel. "Look, babe, I'm the best fullback on the varsity team. I need to, like, maintain my reputation. If everyone knows that --"

"Oh, you're gotta be fucking kidding me! So you're saying I'm too stupid to date a dumb jock like you?!"

"Yo!" He blistered. "Cut that shit out, okay?"

"Fuck off!" she spat. "If that's your problem, then it's fucking over!" she added, and stormed out of his car.

So, that was how Stacy more-or-less broke up with her boyfriend Logan. Judging by the one, single, solitary text message he sent her that evening, he wasn't very keen on a tearful reconciliation. Besides, only two days later she saw him squeezing the perky butt of her arch-nemesis Vanessa -- a black-haired, busty bimbo who constantly spread slanderous gossip about Stacy. She would say, for example, how the blonde stunner would blow any lone nerd at the drop of a hat, as long as the guy in question took care of her math homework.

Huh? So what that these rumors were basically true? It was still a shitty thing to do!

Either way, it was truly the end of the two-month-long relationship between Stacy and Logan. She'd really miss his big cock and uhm... yeah, mostly his big cock. Oh, well; she'd survive. Stacy had to look to the future now, which sadly included that stupid summer school.

Mom said it was the local community college that was running it. Classes would be held in one of its smaller lecture halls; these were very similar to a typical high school classroom. It was also the college lecturers who worked as teachers in the school, probably to earn some extra cash on top of their meager academic salary.

Driven by boredom and idle curiosity, Stacy sat by her laptop and opened the school's website again. When she went there the first time, she only looked up how many hours of sunshine would these dumb math classes deprive her of. Now, however, her attention was drawn by the link to the staff information page. She shrugged and clicked it, deciding she might as well see whose lectures she'd have to suffer through.

She scrolled down to the math teachers, and her eyes went wide like saucers.

"Wow!" she let out. "That's him?"

There was only one entry on the list, and his name was Scott Allen. Next to it Stacy saw a portrait photo of a dark-haired, lightly tanned man with aquiline nose and deep brown eyes. His gaze was calm but piercing, as though peering into her soul, and a slight smile was rising the corners of his mouth. Wide chin and pronounced cheekbones gave his face a ruggedly masculine appearance, and the few wrinkles over his brow only added to its alluring gravitas. The artistically disheveled mane of his ash-brown hair completed the look of a sophisticated, if a little absentminded academic.

Stacy had to admit: he was exceedingly handsome. She found herself gaping at the picture, mouth open, moisture drying in her throat and perhaps reappearing somewhere else. She was suddenly very interested in this man, so she followed the link to his introductory page on the college website. Although she didn't entirely grasp the weight of phrases like "PhD in graph theory" or "h-index 29," they impressed her all the same.

A little bit of googling and she found his LinkedIn profile. In there, her eye was immediately caught by the photos of him speaking at some math conference; he was clad in an elegant ensemble of form-fitting white shirt and beige dress pants. He paced by the podium in front of a large screen, the slide showing an oddly shaped lattice of numbered circles connected by straight lines. Sleeves rolled up, he had his bent arms thrown slightly to the side, in an animated gesture that many public speakers would often use.

"Oh, huh... He's tall and, uhm..."

Stacy started feeling a little weird. Her cheeks were more than a touch hotter now. She became distinctly aware of the loose T-shirt she was wearing, as it rubbed against the protruded nubs of her nipples. The temperature in her room, despite the A/C going at full blast, seemed to rise at a steady rate.

She ignored most of these signals and instead tried to find more information about Mr Allen. It would appear that he didn't actually have much of a presence in other kinds of social media. A private man, Stacy thought; it certainly made him more mysterious. More interesting, too. And -- did she dare to think that? -- more attractive... Yup,

definitely

more attractive.

"How old is he, anyway?" she asked herself, going back to his profile page. While it had no exact date of birth, she could ballpark his age based on the items on his resume. It put him somewhere around mid-forties, or perhaps a little beyond this midpoint. Older than she'd expected, to be sure, but not exactly feeble or decrepit. On the contrary: that well-fitted shirt of his looked very snug on his broad frame.

Stacy's cheeks were totally flush now. The fans were doing a really poor job, keeping her room adequately chilly. She felt quite a lot of heat at the moment, mostly concentrating in the specific area underneath her short shorts. It felt not only warm but also a little bit sticky.

She recognized this feeling. She knew it wasn't just sweat.

"Damn, he's hot," she whispered. "What if..."

Her murmur trailed off, replaced by a quiet gasp. Her body tensed up for a brief moment, before the muscles relaxed and her lips pursed. She licked them without realizing it, just as an impish smirk crept over her youthful face. It changed her visage from that of an innocent girl to a sultry and mischievous seductress.

Yup, this was it. A real plan had now formed in Stacy's head. She found exactly what she'd been looking for.

***

The several remaining weeks of the school year passed very quickly for Stacy. She pocketed her barely-passing grade in math and largely ignored classes for the final few days. The beach was calling to her and she gladly answered, dragging along her girlfriends for a mid-week excursion to the sandy shore.

Basking in the summer sun, dressed in barely-there swimsuits... It was clearly a better way to spend the summer than to sit in a boring classroom. Stacy remarked something to this effect, as they lay on their towels, finishing with a wistful sigh.

"It's your own damn fault," Riley shot back, catching on to what her friend was alluding to. She then flipped her bikini-clad body to lay on her stomach. Riley was a nicely tanned brunette already, tight in all the right places, but she never passed on the opportunity to expose her slender physique to the sun. "No one likes this geometry crap, obviously, but you could've at least paid attention in class instead of rubbing Logan's cock through his pants."

"That was one time!" Stacy protested, her round breasts swaying in the skimpy bikini top. "And no one saw it, other than this annoying rat Billy, so it doesn't count!"

"Oh, I totally saw the look on Logan's face," teased Jordan, an all-American blonde who was a little bit taller and more athletic than Stacy. She owed the phenomenal shape of her body to lots of sex and regular cheerleading practice. "But you're missing the point. It's not about that hunk of yours, who I would totally grab by the cock, too, if I had the chance..."

"Go ahead! I don't care what that prick is doing anymore," Stacy said with huff.

"Point is, you cannot expect that sucking cocks will always get you everything that you want," Mariah sagely remarked, curly locks falling on her cute Latina face as she shook her head. "Just put in the bare minimum of work, just like we do, and you can coast on these big boobs of yours the rest of the way."

"Gee, thanks." Stacy rolled her eyes at the compliment of her firm C cups. "This is truly the support I need right now," she added sarcastically.

"I mean, what else are you going to do?" Riley asked. "Who are you going to blow, exactly, in a class that's made up exclusively from total dummies like you?"

"Believe it or not, bitch, but I thought about that," Stacy replied, picking up her phone and giving it a few taps before turning the screen towards the lounging brunette. "How about this guy?"

"Who's this old -- Wait, this is going to be your teacher?"

"Wow, he's yummy," Mariah said, scooting up for a closer look. "Maybe I should've failed math, too..."

"No way, slut," Jordan said to Stacy. "Don't tell me you wanna spread your legs for some old --"

"He's handsome," Riley admitted.

"-- some old dude whose dick probably shriveled a decade ago, just so he can give you a better grade in a remedial class?"

"You're just jealous, Jo," the pretty Latina chimed in again. "This is a real man. Not like those fumbling little boys who think they can impress every girl with just their dicks and biceps." She motioned to Stacy and took the phone from her hand. "Yeah, I bet this"--she scrolled to find the name--"this Scott guy can not only find 'x' but also, more importantly, the G..."

Her quip drew amused titters from Riley and Stacy, but Jordan only rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

"I can't believe you are egging this slut on!" she said. "It's one thing to blow some nerd so that he does your homework. But a teacher? That's a whole fucking different level!"

"Uhm, yeah, I guess I should say Jo's right," Riley reluctantly agreed. "You sure about this, Stace? You really need to avoid learning arithmetic this badly?"

"Screw arithmetic!" Mariah proclaimed. "If I were in her shoes, I would've taken this fox for a ride any time." She closed her eyes and moaned in an exaggerated fashion. "Oh, no need to pump my grade, sir. Just pump

me

instead!... Oh yes, yes! Right there..."

"You're disgusting," Jordan decided, frowning, even as the other girls snickered. "This guy could be your dad, you know? You gotta have some standards, for fuck's sake!"

"Says the slut who admitted she wouldn't keep her hands off of Stacy's asshole ex," said Mariah.

"Yeah, so? He might be a prick but at least he's super hot."

"Oh, so it's only okay if

you

find a guy cute? Fucking hypocrite!"

"Shut up, you taco-brained whore!"

Mariah blistered; she was about to lunge at the foul-mouthed blonde. But then Riley grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her back. She collided with the slender brunette and they both fell on the beach towel. They wrestled for a moment, before bursting into a fit of giggles when Mariah maneuvered Riley's hands so that they brushed against her large, bouncy breasts.

"Alright, let's not make an even bigger scene," she said, pointing at the group of young college guys who were definitely looking at them and smiling between themselves. "On the other hand, I bet that cute stud in the middle would like a good show..."

"Man, you really are a slut," Riley stated with a chuckle, sitting up and fixing her slightly askew swimsuit top. "Ask Stacy and maybe she'll get you a spot in her summer class!"

Stacy had been rubbing sun cream over her smooth legs, watching her friends squabble with smirking amusement. She put away the lotion and picked up her phone that Mariah had dropped, glancing longingly at the dignified portrait of Mr Allen.

"Hey, why not?" Mariah said, laughing gleefully. "I feel like I'm suddenly very interested in trigonometry..."

"Sorry, Mariah," Stacy said with a cheeky grin. "Can't do that."

"Oh, I get it, girl," her friend said, grinning back. "You want him all to yourself, huh?"

"Yeah," the blonde agreed, "something like that..."

"Really?" Jordan turned to her now, sizing up the busty teenager. "I mean, I knew you were a slut but wasting such a great bod --"

"Oh, fuck off!" Stacy snarled. "I'll suck off whoever I want! I don't need your permission, bitch!"

Jordan rolled her eyes, waving her hand in resignation. She turned to lay on her back, covering her face with a straw hat, sighing half-contentedly as the warm sun rays fell on her flat tummy. She'd have to reconcile with Stacy later, she thought -- if only to get Logan's phone number and rescue him from that succubus Vanessa.