Robert Kyle had finally had it.
Everyday he allowed his American History class the last five minutes of the period to themselves. And everyday during those last five minutes, the female student sitting directly in front of him would do something to give him a raging hard-on.
Dropping a pencil. Re-tying a shoelace. Tossing something in the wastebasket and missing by a mile. All three caused her to have to bend over. The students that sat behind her were treated to the good inch and a half of creamy skin on her lower back when her shirt rose up. Those in front licked their lips at the perfect view of cleavage as they imagined their cocks nestled between her supple breasts.
Her name was Scarlett Gray. According to her paperwork on file, she was eighteen years old and living with her older brother. Both parents were out of the picture and Robert imagined that abandonment had led her to develop a thick skin. He never saw her speak to anyone voluntarily, and whenever he suggested that the class partner up, she always elected to work alone. Mysterious, she was. The boys were intrigued by her, and the girls mistook her independence for cattiness, but the general consensus among both genders was that Scarlett Gray was attractive.
Her skin was like porcelain and she had big innocent blue eyes of a baby fawn. Her lips were full and a natural shade of red that looked as though she'd just been sucking on a cherry lollipop. Reddish brown hair cascaded down her spine and hung in loose waves over her size D breasts. She maintained a slender body with shapely thighs and hips and a round perky ass that starred in the wet dreams of every warm-blooded male attending Hanson High School.
Gorgeous as she was though, Robert had barely noticed her the first day. He made it a point not to consciously ogle his students – it wasn't part of his five-year plan to get fired for engaging in inappropriate behavior with one of his students. Besides, Robert really wasn't interested in screwing around with high school girls. Although it had been twelve years since he'd last attended high school himself, he was pretty sure teenage girls were still the same – whiny little bitches who let you into their pants but never did anything for you in return.
Whiny little bitch was not a phrase one would use to describe Scarlett Gray though. Mature woman would better describe her. Model student. Beautiful. Sweet. Girl next door.
Cocktease.
Robert was sick and tired of having to run out of the building after school, get into his car and break every traffic law on the way home so he could rub one out. Most teachers stayed an hour or so after school to grade papers and plan the agenda for the following day, but Robert didn't. He came in an hour earlier in the morning because he anticipated Scarlett's behavior. She knew exactly what she was doing. Robert could see the sense of power it gave her when his eyes widened and his Adam's apple bobbed when she bent over. She knew what she was doing alright, and she did it on purpose. She was a cocktease, plain and simple.
But today was the straw that broke the camel's back. Scarlett had sashayed into the room, hypnotizing the entire room with the confident rhythm of her legs. She was wearing a short black and white plaid skirt and a tight black sweater. Those hideous black Ugg boots that girls were so fond of adorned her feet and black pantyhose clung to her legs like a second skin. Every boy in the class and even a few of the girls had dropped their mouths.
Since it was Friday, Robert had chosen to show the class a film that pertained to the lesson. Most kids went right to sleep, but Scarlett took notes even though he hadn't required it. Robert wondered if she had taken notes for the sole purpose to drop her purple sparkly pencil on the floor, and his suspicions were only confirmed when she casually flicked the pencil off of her desk two minutes before the bell rang, giving him a perfect shot of cleavage as she picked it up.
He'd finally had it.
Most of his class was already lined up at the door, itching for the bell to ring so they could start their weekend plans, but Scarlett remained in her seat. She jiggled her foot back and forth and watched the second hand make it's way around on the clock on the wall. Robert scooted his desk chair forward so his crotch and lower body were hidden from view and discreetly placed his hand in his lap so his fingertips were touching his cock. He glanced up at the clock. One more minute. Slowly he began to drag his fingers up and down the length of his hardness, applying the slightest amount of pressure that would bring him pleasure. Forty-five seconds. He stared intently at Scarlett as he rubbed his cock. Thirty seconds.
"Class, why don't you go ahead and leave early today?" The words left Robert's mouth before his brain met them. "Get a head start on your weekend. I'll see you all on Monday. Have a nice weekend."
His class cheered immediately and wasted no time exiting the room. Scarlett rose from her seat, head down and gripping her history book to her chest. She shuffled quietly toward the door.
"Miss Gray?"
"Yes, sir?"
Sir. That was another thing. All of Robert's students called him Mr. Kyle, except for Scarlett. She called him sir, and it wasn't because her mother had raised her to be ultra-polite either. It was to be a tease. She knew what it did to him when that word fell from her lips – he imagined her bound and tied, face down on his bed with her perfect ass up in the air and vulnerable for his domination.
Scarlett stood a few feet away from the door, staring at Robert innocently, but the corners of her mouth were twitching as though she was fighting back a triumphant smile at the bulge in his pants.
"Do you mind staying after today?" Robert asked. "I have a special project I need your help with..." He gave his cock a gentle squeeze, already feeling the pre-cum starting to bead at the tip. "It's a...very big project. We'll probably be here for several hours."
Scarlett gave a timid nod and walked back over to him, depositing her purse and books on her own desk. Robert couldn't tell if she truly believed there was a project or not. She was just standing there, directly across from him, waiting for his next instruction like a sweet little submissive. She bit down on her lip, out of nervousness or because her bottom lip was so damn red and supple that she knew biting it would turn him on, Robert wasn't sure. He was betting on the latter. He slowly rose to his feet, displaying his erection that was just begging to be released from the confines of his black dress pants.
A quiet gasp escaped Scarlett's mouth as Robert stalked toward her. He raked his fingers through his dark hair. It was of medium length, slicked back as it usually was when he was teaching. He gave his head a quick shake so his bangs would fall forward and hide his predatory stare.
"I think it's time we discuss your lack of participation in my class, Miss Gray."
"Participation?" Scarlett frowned. "But I've turned all of my homework in."
"Verbal participation, Miss Gray. Oral participation. Never once do you raise your hand when I ask a question, and yet your homework proves you do, in fact, know the answers."
Scarlett folded her arms across her chest, squeezing her breasts together in the process. She took a deep breath and held it in, back arching so her bust appeared even larger. As though she were suddenly embarrassed by something, her eyes drifted down to the floor. Robert wasn't buying it for a minute. Scarlett Gray was many things, but a good actress was not one of them. He took a step closer and used his index finger to draw her chin and gaze back up to him.
"Is there some reason why you like to sit there, pretending to be naïve and unaware?" He was no longer talking about her lack of participation now. "Do you enjoy playing shy and quiet? Hmm?"
"I'm not playing, sir. I really am--"
