"Hey, Anya!" A girl called. It was Sofia.
"Oh, hey Sofia." Anya said. She smiled. Sofia was one of her best friends, out of the few she had. Anya didn't tell her about the events of last week, though. She couldn't bring herself to tell anyone, yet.
"So... How do you think you did on the test?" Sofia said, eagerly. Anya grimaced. History was the only class she was struggling in, But she needed an "A" in all her classes if she wanted to go to a good university. So far, she had done well, except for History. Sofia saw her expression. "Ah well. It's not the end of the world." They entered class, Anya somewhat dubiously. She sat down at her seat at the front, directly in front of Mr. Davies' desk. "Hello class, here are all the test papers from last week. Mostly good!" He said, before handing them out. Anya looked at hers and gulped. Fifty-four percent, or a D. Not good. She looked around at Sofia sitting nearby, who was giving her a thumbs up and mouthing "A." She sighed.
Mr Davies sat at his desk while the students worked. He carefully knocked a marker off the table, and bent down to pick it up. He quickly risked a peek sideways, directly under Anya's desk. Her knees were bent outwards, displaying her perfect thighs and panties. He looked closer and saw a light camel-toe. Quickly, he backed up, trying to focus on his work. Mr Davies was not one of nature's natural perverts. But there was something about Anya that made him rock-hard. It had taken him a while to realise she wasn't teasing him -- she was genuinely naive and unaware of what she was doing. He glanced at her face, where she was absentmindedly sucking on the end of her pen. He almost groaned out loud. He wouldn't risk his job though. He loved teaching and was considered good by the students and his peers. He knew about the female students' comments about him but it never fazed him, or made him question his morality. He tried to think about something else. Anya was struggling in class. Perhaps he should have a chat with her and see if he could motivate her to succeed.
And have more time to stare at her
said a small part of his brain.
As the students left, Anya was called back. "Anya, could I just speak to you for a moment?" Mr Davies asked her. Sofia looked at Anya sympathetically before leaving. "Why don't we have an informal chat about your grades in my office after school." Mr Davies said, looking sternly at her. "It's time we did something about them. There is something of them to be left desired." Anya just nodded, resigned. "Well, off with you then. I'll be seeing you later."
"Well? What did he say?" Sofia asked her.
Anya laughed. "Calm down! I just have to see him after school for some talking to. I presume he'll make me do extra work or something."
"Unlucky." Sofia said. "Guess you should have worked hard then!"
"I know, I know," Anya said. "History is my Achilles Heel though."
The bell sounded, signalling the end of the day. "I'll see you later," Anya muttered to Sofia, before leaving to Mr Davies' office. She knocked on the door, and heard a voice going "enter." She nervously opened it and went inside. "Close the door behind you, please, Anya."
Mr Davies observed Anya sitting before him. He could even glimpse her panties from her just sitting down, and felt a stirring in his pants. Even the outline of her nipples was visible! "Let's get right down to it, OK? You need to work a little harder in this subject, after all; you DO want to go to a good university, don't you?" He said, sternly.
"But sir, with respect, I don't even
like
history, I want to become a biologist!" Anya replied, nervously.
"Oh?! How can anyone not enjoy history!" He laughed. "I fully understand, Anya. It seems so unnecessary to your future to have to study this, and perhaps you're right. But the universities want to see that you are prepared to put the effort in in every subject."
"I know." Anya sighed.
"Well, what we could do is extra work after school once a week. To get you up to scratch. It may not be fun, but trust me, you won't regret it in the end." Mr Davies said.
And I can see her on her own!
"Um..." Anya began. "Is there nothing else I could do?"
That really sounds boring!
Mr Davies looked at her. Her blue eyes gazed at him innocently and he felt himself get semi-hard. Suddenly the thought of those blue eyes gazing up at him in adoration whilst she sucked his cock filled his mind. He went red. He had to do it. "Well. Perhaps there is something..."
"Yes?" Anya said, hopefully.
Anything but more work!
She thought to herself.
Mr Davies took a deep breath. "It involves you getting on your knees, if you get my drift."
"On my knees? What do you mean?"