"Come on, you're not serious," said Jackie Song with a flirty grin, twirling a silky strand of coal-black hair around one finger, "It can't be that big!"
Dan Carson gave her a cocky smile and shrugged. "Well, you'll just have to take my word for it... Unless you can think of some way I could prove it to you?" The big muscly idiot was trying to play coy, but it was easy to tell that just under the surface he was as excited as a kid on Christmas.
"Hmmmm," said Jackie, pressing a finger to her plump lips in a pensive gesture, "I can think of one or two ways you could show me..."
Dan looked like he was about to faint from the sudden rush of blood downward from his brain. Jackie idly wondered if he was stupid enough to believe he was manipulating her, or if he just didn't care that he was wrapped around her finger.
Well, it hardly mattered. No matter who he thought had the upper hand, Dan would end up doing whatever Jackie wanted. Boys were easy. They thought with their cocks, and even at eighteen, Jackie could already manipulate men deftly with hardly any effort at all.
Boys were so sex obsessed that it was honestly kind of pathetic. Dan was dating one of Jackie's "friends", but just a little kinky talk and he was willing to toss it all away for a sniff of Jackie's tight young pussy.
Jackie's motivation was simple this time. She needed someone suitably tall and popular as a prom date, and Dan's girlfriend Jessica had been a little bitchy lately. That was all that it took; Jackie made a minimal effort and now Dan was hers to play with until she got bored of him.
"Miss Song!" snapped a deep, confident voice from the front of the class, "I hate to interrupt your important conversation, but I'm trying to teach a class up here!"
The flirty smile on Jackie's face froze into haughty politeness as she turned to the front of the room, where Coach Tucker stood in front of a slide about contraceptives. Jackie's eyes flicked contemptuously over the older man. Coach Tucker was the boys' basketball coach. Not a bad-looking man, for his age. Chiseled face, decent body, a sort of silver fox charm in the right light. As usual, he had been roped into teaching health class this year, a task that he accomplished with all the awkward stiffness that male gym teachers usually had when discussing sex with teenagers.
Who did this asshole think he was, trying to embarrass Jackie Song in front of her peers? Jackie's thoughts aligned with what she had just been thinking about men... Coach Tucker was a boy just like the dumb high school jocks that Jackie easily wrapped around her finger. Why not have a little fun with him, and put her flirting skills to the test? Coach was about to discover that public embarrassment was a two-way street.
"Oh coach," said Jackie in a light tone, "I think I have all of this material down! You see..." she leaned forward, letting her shirt fall loosely open for the coach's wandering gaze. Her eyes glittered with sultry amusement, "I'm practically an expert when it comes to sex."
The class of students oohed and the coach frowned in confusion at Jackie's inappropriate statement. The older man wasn't quite able to stop his eyes from dipping toward her displayed cleavage, Jackie noted with delight. A sudden flush of color rose in his cheeks. Bingo! Men were all just perverts at heart, thinking about sex all the time. Every one of them.
But Coach wouldn't back down that easily. He visibly rallied, his face pulling into a scowl.
"You say that Miss Song, but so do thousands of high school girls every year who end up pregnant. You've never been pregnant, so I'm sure you still have a thing or two to learn about the process... and how to avoid it." said the coach doggedly, staring at a point above Jackie's left ear to avoid her eyes.
The class turned back to Jackie with eager anticipation to hear her retort. Well, if they wanted a show, that's what they were going to get. No one crossed Jackie Song. Not even teachers.
"Pregnant?" asked Jackie with an incredulous snort, "Obviously not. Like I would ever let a boy do that to me... But the fact that I've never been knocked up, despite all my... experience, well it just goes to show how much I know about the process, wouldn't you think?" Her voice had dropped to a sultry purr, and Jackie noticed Coach Tucker visibly gulp. This would be even easier than she thought.
The coach opened his mouth to reply, but Jackie cut him off. "Shhh! You said that I don't know about this stuff, coach. so now you get to listen while I prove you wrong." Jackie stood from her desk in a slow, unhurried stretch, taking care to showcase her long, shapely legs and lithe, slim body. She caught the coach's eyes wandering despite himself once again. Just one or two hints at her sexual activities and a little stretching, and she held an adult man in the palm of her hand. Boys were sooooo easy.
"See, coach, my Dad breeds dogs as a hobby back in China," said Jackie in a low, smoldering voice, as she walked slowly to the front of his room, hips swaying, one foot in front of the other. The class watched her with keen interest as the coach's mouth fell open, speechless as he watched his eighteen-year-old student approach with slinky, sexual grace. "So, you could say I got a vivid, crystal clear lesson on the birds and the bees. I've seen the whole messy process of pregnancy happen on the sort of primal, animalistic level that humans just can't reach," continued Jackie in a calm, confident voice.
She reached the front of the class and now stared up into her teacher's wide, reluctantly-aroused eyes.
"It does work a little differently for animals," whispered Jackie, just loud enough for the fascinated class to catch. "Dogs, cats... even cows, they all go through something called "estrus". Or, as most people know it... "heat"." Jackie reached out and trailed a finger down Coach Tucker's face. He could have moved away, but at this point, it was too late for that. He was already caught in Jackie's web. She could see it in his eyes. He was fighting desperately to hold control of his libido despite the purring, teasing little sex kitten trying to rile him up.
He was losing.
"When a female animal is in heat, coach," purred Jackie, "She can only think about one thing. She wants a big, strong male to hold her down... take her... conquer her..." Jackie moved forward and, belatedly, the coach backed up until his knees hit the back of his chair and he sat down heavily. "... Fill her full of hot, thick..."
"J-jackie!" gasped the coach in a cracked voice, pressing himself back into his chair in an instinctual attempt to avoid the sexually aggressive teen now looming above him.
"Oops," said Jackie with a giggle. "I got a little carried away there, huh? The point is, coach, that I know aaaaallll about pregnancy and the process that leads to it. The animal world is a fascinating parallel to how humans behave, isn't it?"
