Hey Guys (and girls?)
I'm not 13.
Here's part 3.
Enjoy.
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"Mr. Liner! Are you paying attention?" Mrs. Harrison, my English teacher, shouted at me.
"Sorry Miss." I quickly replied, as I refocused my attention on the lesson she was giving.
Daydreams and memories of last night at the gym with Beth fled my mind as I tried to focus on other things. I would often drift off in my classes, which most teachers seemed to be fine with and ignore, however Mrs. Harrison was not 'most teachers'. She clearly took a disliking to me, she would always ignore the other students misbehaving, but as soon as I started to drift, she would make a point to call on me.
I had, of course, had worse teachers. But, the thing that really confused, angered and annoyed me about her was the fact that I would barely do anything wrong. I wasn't the smartest student, but I would get my assigned work done and would never actually disrupt the class but for some reason she took a serious disliking to me, and in return I felt the same.
"Stay behind after class, I will have a word with you." She snapped.
Great, just great, the last period of the day and this bitch wants me to stay behind. She never ceased to amaze me. I clenched my fist as just plain anger filled my head. I had said two words this whole lesson! And the moron behind me hadn't stopped talking the entire lesson.
I stuck my head in my notepad as I tried to calm down, drawing and doodling to keep my mind busy. This was my process, I realized, as I looked through my book at the sheer amount of scribble that was in it, all from times when I had been pissed off as I was now.
I eventually settled down, my mind wandering to other topics. I began thinking back to Beth, what was she doing now? I know I would try and meet her again after school. I contemplated texting her in class as I felt my phone in my hoodies front pocket, but knowing my luck with the bitch at the front of the room, I decided against it. I couldn't help fantasizing about Beth again, her beautiful skin, her toned body and of course her new giant tits.
In no time I had a semi, and began looking over the girls in the class. Yes, No, No, No, Yes, No. I said to myself, judging the female students without shame. My eyes scouted around the room, before landing on Mrs. Harrison. The especially annoying thing about her was that she was a decent looking woman. She was of French decent, with blonde hair tied back in a bun. She stood about 5'11, meaning she was just slightly taller than me, which made talking to her face to face feel slightly intimidating. She wore a form fitting white blouse with a few buttons undone, a black pencil skirt and a pair of dark stockings. Her face was actually quite pretty, she had bright green eyes and full lips, and a pair of wayfarer glasses framed her face. But before I could study her any further, I remembered just how big of a bitch she was to me.
I drifted off again. As I stared blankly towards the front of the classroom, I began to think of the sexual activity I had been exposed to over the last few weeks. Danna and I had been meeting every few days to fuck. Every time we met, she never would disappoint me either, always thinking of a new position or location. She really was a diva. I should try and surprise her sometime too, she had given me a key to her house, and maybe I should let myself in and surprise her sometime. I began thinking of ways to interest Danna, thinking of new ways to have sex with the absolute MILF. The Beach! I remembered that she had said having sex in the ocean was her fantasy; I definitely had to take her one-day. I started planning where to take her, what excuse I should tell my family and when I would surprise her.
*RING*
The bell sounded as I was mid thought, without thinking I began to gather my things, eager to leave. Shit, I remembered my instruction to stay in after class. I slumped back into my chair, frustrated again at the unfairness of my punishment. While everyone was leaving I thought I would check what Beth was doing, I reached for what I thought was my phone. Oh! The realization of what was in my front pocket hit me, the remote! I must have left it in my pocket last night at the gym. This should be good.
"Sit there until 4 o'clock, don't make a noise or it will be 5." she stated from her desk, not even bothering to look up from her work.
I remained slumped back in my chair, putting my hands in my front pockets. I pressed the button on the remote while keeping it in my pocket. I couldn't help but smile to myself as Mrs. Harrison got a blank look on her face just as the other girls had.
She dropped her pen as the remote took effect; after she regained her bearings she picked it up and continued like nothing happened.
It took about ten minutes before I saw, from the corner of my eye, her look up at me but she quickly returned to her work. Her breasts were already getting very large and were straining in her tight blouse. I wondered how long it would be before the buttons to her blouse started giving way. I knew I shouldn't push my luck with looking at Mrs. Harrison's chest because she may well have gotten me into further trouble so for around five more minutes I kept my eyes away.
After five minutes past, she stood up and walked over to the white board, taking a quick glance at me as she did so. She began writing notes for what I assumed was tomorrows lesson in the top corner of the board. The way she was stretching up made her already tight pencil skirt, even tighter around what I noticed was a nicely shaped butt. I couldn't help myself and gazed heavily at her beautiful rear end. But before I could look away, she caught me.
"Excuse me!" she snapped in fake surprise.
"What?" I replied, trying to play dumb.
"You know good and well what you were doing! You were staring at my ass!" she said getting louder.
"No I wasn't!" I proclaimed in fake innocence.
"How would you feel if I stared at your dick all day?" she questioned, completely ignoring me. "No, you know what you little pervert, get your dick out!"
"I'm sorry?" I coughed, surprised at the forwardness.
"You fucking heard me, get your dick out, pervert!" she said ironically.
"Are you joking?" I laughed, seeing how far she would go.
"No, I'm not, do it now or I'll send you to the principle." She threatened.
"Umm..." I said still hesitant.
