*** All people in this story are over the age of 18***
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Kelly tapped her pencil on the desk. Class was boring today. Class was boring every day. Her teacher, Mrs. Greene, lectured. This was Kelly's last year of school, but Mrs. Greene made it as boring the first day of College. Kelly needed some excitement in her life.
Kelly's phone vibrated. She already knew who it was. No one else would text her during class. It was a text message from her best friend, Kevin. The message read, "John is staring at you." Kelly ignored it. Kevin knew she was trying to pay attention to Mrs. Greene. Kelly could not afford to fail this class, and Kelly could not afford to waste any more time on John.
If John did not understand she was not interested in him yet, he was a total retard. Kelly's phone vibrated again. It was Kevin. "Look at me," read the text. Kelly turned around to look at Kevin. He sat two seats behind her. Kevin was tall, reasonably athletic, and had kind eyes. Kelly could not understand why he had not found a girlfriend yet. Any girl would be lucky to have him. Kevin spoke to Kelly without making any noise. Kelly read his lips. "John is creepy," he said. Kelly blew him a kiss. Thanks for watching out for me but I can handle myself she thought. Kevin was the only reason she could survive this boring class sometimes.
That was odd. The guy sitting behind her, John, was staring at her. Kevin was right. Kelly could feel something was off. There was a fire behind those eyes. Desire. Those were not the dejected eyes she had saw when she first told him to leave her alone forever. John scanned Kelly's body as if it was an object to own rather than a person. Kelly could almost feel him trying will her to speak to him.
Kelly turned to face the front of the class again. She looked down at her phone. She texted Kevin. "I think you need to pay attention in class and stop flirting with me," she said.
"I think you need to just give into my charm at least I'm not a creep," he replied.
"I'll think about it." Kelly would swear she could feel Johns eyes on the back of her neck.
Her phone beeped. A text message from John popped up. That was odd. She did not remember him being a contact on her phone. The message said, "Do you want to play a game?"
"How did you get my number?"
"Calm down," he replied. Kelly's heart slowed down and she took a deep breath.
"Okay," she replied.
"Let me phrase it differently. Without going into too many details I have a lot of power I have been hiding from you. You know, I thought I could get you to like me without it. Now, I don't care anymore. I get what I want. I don't want to be too unfair but you're playing a game with me now. When you lose you will become my cock worshiping slave. If you win, you wont win, I will leave you alone. Let us get on the with the game. You will be given four challenges. I'll give you the first challenge. Challenge number one: Keep your clothes on. Now forget you read this message and put your phone away." Kelly complied.
Kelly looked up at Mrs. Greene. She wore a red sweater. It was unflattering. Kelly wondered what kind of body was hidden underneath all those clothes. Everything Mrs. Greene wore was unflattering. Her students could only imagine what was underneath. Not that Kelly wondered, she was straight. Mrs. Greene learned early in her teaching career that male students were barely capable of controlling their hormones. 18-year-old males were not known for their self-control. Mrs. Greene wore a skirt on her first day of teaching. A student by the name of Daryl had the audacity to flip up her skirt and smack her "phat" ass.
That day changed Mrs. Greene attitude towards her students completely. She walked into that classroom ready to befriend all her students. Mrs. Greene originally wanted to be the cool teacher, not any more. She came down on that class with righteous judgment. She literally threw Daryl out of the class. After she phoned the office and told Principal Snoopes what happened, She was free to address the class. The class laughed, boys whistled, girls whispered about how Mrs. Greene must have liked the attention otherwise she would not have worn that skirt. Mrs. Greene stared them all down. Her eyes were cold and lifeless like a doll's eyes.
The catcalling stopped. It was too late. Mrs. Greene sent everyone to the office. That day one phrase became ingrained in the school's collective conscious. Mrs. Greene is a bitch. Mrs. Greene tried to live up to her reputation. Every day she got better at it.
Kelly did not know any of these things. She could however see the result. Mrs. Greene was a bitch. Kelly wondered for a moment if she was going to become like Mrs. Greene one day in the future. That could not happen. Kelly was not a slut, but she was not a bitch either. She was just a normal girl. She looked like an average high school girl. Her breast may have been a bit larger than her classmates. That was all. Kelly felt something hit her in the back of her head. It took her out of her thoughts.
Kelly twisted around in her seat. She looked down at the ground. It was an eraser. She looked at the boy that sat behind her. It was John. John was the younger brother of Daryl. Balls of steel were hereditary. He had the same wandering hands. Kelly did not like that. Kelly had heard a rumor about him. They say when John got a girl alone he could make her do whatever he wants. It was as if John could control girls. Kelly doubted it. High schoolers are stupid and say stupid things. Some girls just lacked self control. There was no way John was anything special. Kelly did not think he looked special or even cute.
John smiled at Kelly. Kelly felt a wave of calmest rolled over her body. All of her muscles just relaxed. Kelly smiled back at John. John was kind of hot. She could imagine herself give him a hand job in the back of the room. It would be so much fun. Her hand under the desk just teasing him. Exposing his member to the cold classroom air. Praying no one saw them. No, that could not be right. Kelly shook her head. She was not a slut. She should not be imagining these things.
Kelly rubbed her thighs together. She turned her attention back to Mrs. Greene. Mrs. Greene droned on about the lesson topic. Kelly found herself daydreaming again. Not about Mrs. Greene. Kelly was only attracted to men. Men like John. No men like...
An eraser hit her on the back of the head. Kelly whipped around in her seat to give John a piece of her mind. Her eyes took in the sight in front of her. John's hands was moving up and down rapidly under his desk. That was so strange. Kelly stared at John hoping to decipher what he was doing. John's cock was out in the open. Kelly could see the base of it coming out of his pants. It was hard, throbbing. His hand stroked up and down over his average sized dick. Kelly had watched a couple of pornos in her formative years. John could not compare to any of those porn stars. But it looked tasty. Kelly's mouth watered.
Kelly found her eyes being drawn towards John's dick. That same wave of calmest ran over her. She watched John's hand slide up and down his long thick cock. It was almost hypnotic. A thread of saliva fell from the corner of Kelly's mouth. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the head of his penis. Kelly wanted to wrap her warm, wet mouth around it.
BANG. Kelly turned back around. Mrs. Greene had slammed her hand down on Kelly's desk. "Is there something behind you more interesting than my current lesson Kelly?" Mrs. Greene spat.
Kelly shook her head. She felt like she was just waking up from a bad dream. "No, Mrs. Greene." Kelly felt pressure building behind her forehead. Kelly found herself saying, "I've been a bad girl, Mrs. Greene." Why did Kelly sound like she was an actor in a cheap porn?
Mrs. Greene smirked. "Looks like I will have to make you pay attention." Mrs. Greene grabbed the hem of her own sweater. She pulled her sweater over her head. Kelly looked at Mrs. Greene's flesh the same way that senior class did when Daryl flipped up her skirt with lust. Kelly wanted to reach out and grab Mrs. Greene's tits. For some reason.
Mrs. Greene then placed her hands into her pants and slid them down. Kelly's gaze followed the pants down Mrs. Greene's body.
Kelly's eye were drawn up to Mrs. Greene's cleavage. Kelly would guess Mrs. Greene was maybe a C cup. Her tits strained against the bra that appeared to be too small. Mrs. Greene's tits spilled out of the bra on all sides. Her hand slammed down on Kelly's desk again. "Stop daydreaming Kelly," Mrs. Greene leaned over to look Kelly in the eye. Kelly's eyes glanced down at Mrs. Greene's tits. The pressure in Kelly's head grew into a gentle throb. Her thighs were slick. But this was not turning her on. Kelly was not a lesbian after all.
"My eyes are up here Kelly."
Kelly swallowed. "Yes, ma'am,"
"Open your textbook to page 345 like everyone else." Kelly complied. She looked up at Mrs. Greene for further instructions. Mrs. Greene smiled at the sight of a well-behaved student. A good girl. Mrs. Greene patted Kelly's head. Kelly purred. She pressed her thighs together as she watched Mrs. Greene's tits jiggled. Kelly loved how Mrs. Greene rewarded her students. She was such a hot teacher.
This wasn't normal. Was it? Everything was fine.
"Kelly read from the third paragraph on the page." Commanded Mrs. Greene.
Kelly's eyebrows furrowed. Something was wrong here. Her teacher should not be standing in front of her in just her bra and panties. Her teacher did not normally strip. The pressure in Kelly's head transformed into a dull roar. It was nothing. There was no reason for Kelly to be alarmed. She was not a prude after all. Kelly spread her legs a little and leaned back in her desk. She had a desperate need to get herself off. Not because of Mrs. Greene.
Mrs. Greene slid a hand up her taut stomach. "Kelly start reading. She pulled down on her bra with a single finger. The fabric slid down to reveal the pink edge of her areola. Kelly could picture herself in Mrs. Greene lap playing with her nipples. That couldn't be right. Kelly was not a lesbian, but she could not deny the heat building between her legs. A hand stroked Kelly's face.
A hand grabbed the front of Kelly's shirt. It was Mrs. Greene. Mrs. Greene pulled Kelly out of her seat. Mrs. Greene's lips thinned in disapproval. "I told you to read. I don't like naughty girls." The words came out like a primal growl. Kelly stood up on shaky legs. Mrs. Greene turned Kelly to face the class. Mrs. Greene leaned in close till her lips brushed against Kelly's ear. Kelly could not stop trembling. Kelly felt Mrs. Greene's warm breathe tickle her ear. It gently flowed into her head just like the words Mrs. Greene said, "I'm going to make an example of you." Mrs. Greene turned to look at the class, "Class this is not how a proper student behaves. When I say read from page 345 that means I want you to read from page 345. Isn't that right class?"
The class was silent. All eyes were focused on Kelly. She felt naked.
Mrs. Greene repeated herself louder this time, "Isn't that right class?"
"Yes Mrs. Greene," Replied the entire class in unison. They knew they could not defy her after all Mrs. Greene was a bitch. One student stood out from the crowd. He did not say yes Mrs. Greene. He was not sitting at his desk like everyone else. It was John. He was sitting on top of his desk. His pants were around his ankles. In his hand was his hard pulsing member stood defiantly.
Mrs. Greene picked up a ruler. "Class, how should I punish this misbehaving girl? `
