Miss Sophia was unmarried, forty-five years old, and taught English Literature at the Deerfield Academy, an elite all-boys private school. She had strawberry blonde hair, big blue eyes and a plump, curvy figure. Large bust, wide hips, big butt. Like an hourglass, with an extra ten minutes. Men might have said she had a beautiful face if it wasn’t always frozen into a bitchy scowl.
Throughout the school year, she had butted heads with her students, most of whom she considered overprivileged brats. Especially a wormy little senior named Derek Hodge. Derek was skinny as a rail and had curly black hair, freckled skin and a tiny gap between his front teeth. He often made lewd jokes and vague sexual innuendos in class. Miss Sophia had given him numerous lectures and detentions throughout the school year, but nothing would stop his disrespectful conduct.
When she brought the matter to Principal Leach, he reminded her that Derek’s father was one of Deerfield’s wealthiest and most generous donors.
“I haven’t had any complaints from the other teachers,” he sniffed. “Is it possible that you’ve done something to encourage this sort of behavior?”
Miss Sophia was outraged. She was insecure about her weight and hid her body beneath ankle-length skirts and blouses buttoned to the top of her throat, often with a formless jacket on top. She never wore makeup or jewelry and kept her hair up in a severe bun. Her only concession to vanity was a pair of cat-eyed glasses that she wore on a chain around her neck.
She slammed the door on the way out of Principal Leach’s office and decided to finish out the school year and then hand on her resignation.
***
One Friday afternoon, Derek dropped a pill into Miss Sophia’s coffee while she chatted with another student before class. It looked like an ordinary antihistamine, but it was a powerful narcotic that made the user unbearably horny and open to suggestion. The pill bubbled and fizzled in the coffee, like an Alia-Seltzer, before settling down. Derek quickly took his usual seat in the front row.
Miss Sophia clapped her hands to bring the class to attention. “Pop quiz today.” she announced. Her students all groaned. Ever since she’d decided to resign, Miss Sophia held a pop quiz nearly every day of the week. She went about her normal routine of hectoring the students.
“Cell phones off, nothing but pens on your desk. Zachery Driscoll! Sit down this instant! Not another word from you!”
A few minutes later and her students were quietly completing their quizzes. Except for Derek Hodge. He hadn’t written a word and sat there smirking at her from the front row. “Suit yourself,” Miss Sophia thought. She’d be more than happy to give him another F. She sipped her afternoon coffee and idly paged through a magazine.
Midway through class, Miss Sophia began to feel overheated and faint. The room was almost unbearably stuffy. Was the air conditioner on the fritz? Maybe she was coming down with a cold. She didn’t think much of it.
But by the end of class, she glistened with sweat and her blouse clung to her back. A persistent warmth had spread over her body, particularly between her legs. Her panties felt warm and moist and she realized that she was almost unbearably aroused.
Miss Sophia hadn’t dated in years and rarely had sexual fantasies, certainly not in school. “What the hell is wrong with me?” she wondered.
She heard chuckling and looked up to see Derek and his usual cadre of cronies. They stared at her from the front row, barely suppressed laughter plastered on their smug teenaged faces.
Derek pushed his chair back and stood up. He wore the usual white shirt, maroon tie and crested Deerfield blazer. But instead of standard-issue uniform pants, he wore a pair of very short green athletic shorts, the type of which were popular in the seventies. He approached her desk, quiz in hand.
“Here you go, Miss.” He dropped the quiz on her desk. It was blank except for his name at the top of the page. “I finished a little early.”
“Th-thank you, Derek,” she stammered. “P-please take your seat.”
“Are you okay, Miss?” Mock concern creased his oily face. “You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine … I’m just feeling a little out of sorts …”
Derek crossed to her side of the desk and leaned up against it. From this position, the bulge at the crotch of his shorts was directly at face level. She squirmed awkwardly in her chair.
“Maybe I should call the school nurse?” Derek offered.
“N-no … r-really Derek, I’m t-totally f-fine …”
Derek splayed his legs a little wider. To her absolute horror, his bare cock slid down the leg of his shorts and fell against his thigh.
She let out a tiny gasp of shock. A few students looked up before turning their attention back to their quizzes.
“Are you are there isn’t anything I can Do you help?” Derek slowly ran a finger up and his prick. It was deeply veined and an angry shade of pink, more purplish at the tip. Miss Sophia was utterly revolted but couldn’t take her eyes off it.
The ringing school bell broke the spell. Students saddled their book bags and approached the desk, to drop off their quizzes. Miss Sophia snatched her purse and rushed from the room. She heard peels of laughter go up behind her as she hurried down the hall.
***
By the time she reached her office, Miss Sophia’s entire body was on fire. She locked the door and quickly shrugged off her jacket. Then she ran her hands up her wide hips and over her breasts. She was certain she’d be able to get herself off in seconds if she could only rub her clit.
She had just gone for the zipper of her skirt when there was a knocking at the door, three loud bangs in quick succession: BANG BANG BANG. She nearly kept out of her skin.
Miss Sophia held her breath, but the knocking repeated a few seconds later: BANG BANG BANG. She quietly zipped up her skirt and smoothed out her blouse. Then she took a deep breath, unlocked the door and cracked it open.
She gasped out loud. It was Derek. His cronies hovered close behind him.
“Hi there, Miss. Just wanted to stop by to make sure you’re feeling okay.”
“I’m f-fine Derek … I’m j-just … just a feeling a little faint …”
The boys all sniggered. Were they all in on some kind of joke? she wondered. What was happening?
Derek stuck his foot in the door before Miss Sophia could close it. She leaned her weight against it to bar his entrance but the boys easily forced it open and pushed there was inside. There was Garrett, a senior footballer, Lane, another rich kid, and Evan, from the AV club. The last to enter locked the door.
Miss Sophia backed away toward her desk, horrified.
“P-please … I’m fine … j-just a little under the w-weather …”
“Under the weather?” Derek was one of the only students in school even shorter than Miss Sophia, but he seemed to loom over her. A smug grin was plastered on his oily teenaged face. “Maybe I should unzip my thermometer and check your temperature?”
The boys all snickered. Derek put his hand on her forehand. This simple touch sent an electric charge through Miss Sophia’s body and between her thighs.
“No wonder you’re overheated - you’re so buttoned up. Here, let me help.”
He reached for the top button of her blouse and thumbed it open.
Her every instinct screamed that she should slap his hands or fight back in some way. But all she could do was pant helplessly while her young student opened a second button, then a third. When he’d unbuttoned her blouse to mid-chest, he fanned it open, exposing the her milky white cleavage to the room.
“There now …” he said. “Isn’t that better?”
“Don’t … stop …” she gasped.
“Don’t stop?” Derek gripped the lapels of her blouse. “Whatever you say, Teach.”
