Calculated Revenge

That night, Lesley experienced her first ever wet dream. Ironically, it was also the first ever dream of lesbianism, and this only added to the alarmingly high amount of confusion Lesley felt over her past 24 hours. As she turned her head to hit the snooze button one last time, she saw it. The key.
The key that she had had no real reason for taking but that every impulse had forced her to grab. What good could she possibly create with that key? ..Or evil.
But why would she want to do that? She loved Ivanka.
“I love her,” she whispered, “I love her.” She didn’t truly believe it, but she couldn’t explain why the words were coming out of her mouth. All she knew was that the night before had given her the best orgasm she had ever experience, and it only left her wanting more.
But why then, would she want to bring evil to this friend. This lover..
That day, Lesley felt unusually horny and felt absolutely compelled to dominate Ivanka. And she wanted it bad.
So during their math class, Lesley followed Ivanka to the bathroom. As she entered, Lesley pushed her up against the wall, and said, “Shut up, I’m gonna make your dreams come true.” And with that, she locked the door behind her and began undressing the foreigner.
“Lezlee, we can’t do zis here. Sumvun will walk--,” began Ivanka, but her attempted objection was stifled by an uncontrollable moan as Lesley began to indulge in her. “Don’t stop Lezlee, I vant us to be dirtier zan zis bathroom.”
And that only fueled Lesley’s fire, and she began attacking Ivanka with passion and power. And every time Ivanka moaned, Lesley went harder. Faster.
Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.
Until..
With a knock at the door, their worlds crumbled, “Hello, who is in there?” asked a familiar voice.
“It’s heem,” whispered Ivanka. But Lesley already knew. Her plan had worked. She had purposefully left the class right after Ivanka to make Mr. Gribbin wonder and force him to go look for them. To look for something she knew he wouldn’t want to see.
“Who is in there? I heard..noises,” he said.
Ivanka had a look of complete terror juxtaposed against the look of menacing satisfaction but also unfulfilled sexual desire on Lesley’s freckle covered face.
“Vat do we doo?” asked the foreign nymph.
“This,” stated the confident seductress.
And with that, she dressed Ivanka and calmly opened the door. Without a word to her teacher, she grabbed her lesbian lover’s hand and confidently walked back to class. When she reached the door, and she knew Mr. Gribbin was watching, she grabbed Ivanka’s head and passionately pulled it towards hers while she tasted the sweet, sweet tongue of everlasting youth and beauty. With a darting glance to Mr. G, she suggestively winked and turned to the room.
“Ivanka, wait,” exclaimed Mr. Gribbin. And Lesley spun around so quickly she almost fell over. “I need to talk to you for a second,” he continued. Lesley looked once at Mr. Gribbin and then at Ivanka. The terror was overtly evident in Ivanka’s eyes and with the trembling of every muscle and bone in her body. “Lesley, you can go back in the room. I just have to have a quick word with Ms. Wescotlia,” he said coldly and with a head nod gesturing Lesley to the room.
The rage in Lesley had caused her face to turn as fiery red as her hair, and she turned and entered the room. But she stopped just on the other side to listen to what was said.
“You. Me. My office at lunch,” he said to Ivanka. The tone was indecipherable. She couldn’t quite figure out with what emotion he was saying it, but she knew what emotion she was feeling. She had done everything she wanted to. It had gone perfectly. She had forced him to discover her and Ivanka in a situation that had had to make him jealous. She had tasted the forbidden fruit once again. It had been a perfect plan, until he had seemingly not fallen for the trap. No. He must have. She saw that look in his eyes.
But then, why? Why had he gone for her instead? She had no idea. But one thing was for certain. She would win this battle, by any means necessary..

Cli-tutor-is Stimulation

The next day, she began her tutoring with Ivanka at Ivanka’s exchange family’s house. Every time the foreigner opened her mouth, Lesley wanted to punch her. She want to rip her hair out and tell her what she thought of her. But she never did. She just nodded her head and played nice.
It went this way for the next few days. With each day, calculus began getting more and more impossible to sit through. Mr. Gribbin began paying less and less attention to Lesley, and he began giving more attention to the Russian invader. She couldn’t stand it.
It had been a week since Lesley and Mr. G had done anything. He hadn’t even called her by anything other than her name. No nicknames. No winks. No smiles. Everything she had loved had been diverted to Ivanka. And she hated both Ivanka and Mr. Gribbin for it.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She lost her cool one day during one of the tutoring sessions with Ivanka. She felt bad at first…but those feelings would soon be replaced…
“So Lezlee, ven you take thees number, and yoo put it in ze equation, ze two pwior numbers cancel each other out,” said Ivanka.
“Yeah, but what happens when you have the pi in there?” asked the dumbfounded redhead.
“It does not change anything. Yoo just put it on the ootside of the equation and multiply it afterwerds,” explained the young exchange student.
“This is such shit. I can’t handle it anymore. I hate you. You think you can just walk in here, and act like you own the school. It’s bull.. And then you steal my man?” said the angered young American.
Extremely shocked and apologetic, Ivanka said, “But I don’t understand. Vut did I do? I am not trying to do anyting to anger people. I just. I-I-I,” she began to cry and could not finish her sentence.
Lesley thought about apologizing, but she couldn’t help the anger coursing through her veins. She continued her rant, “I don’t care. The brilliance, the cute accent, the perfect body- I could handle all of these if you hadn’t come and tried to take away my love. For that, I can never forgive you.”
“Vut do you mean? I have not taken any man,” she said.
“Our TEACHER! You stole him from me. You came in and took him away. He loved me. I loved him. All until you came in, and stole him from me. And now he hates me. He doesn’t even look at me anymore. But you. He looks at you the way he used to look at me. And I hate both of you for it,” she stated strongly. She wanted to punch her, but at the same time she was strangely attracted to her. She wanted to grab her, but at the same time she wanted to attack her mouth and have her way with her.
Ivanka began to cry, and struggling, she managed to say, “No. No. He came on to me. He tried to put his hand up my shirt. I told him ‘No’, but he voodn’t stop. He kept coming. Eventuly, I gave in and made out vith him, but I never vaunted to steal him from yoo. I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
Inside, Lesley began smiling. It was a weird type of happy. She was happy that he had forced himself on her. In some weird perverted way, it turned her on, but she was also happy that this young girl had resisted and that she didn’t really pose any competition for her teacher’s love.
At that same moment, Lesley looked at the Russian girl. She looked at her enchanting eyes that were the same shade of blue as the purest summer sky; the perky breasts that were begging Lesley to feel them, to taste them. She slowly moved her eyes to the girls perfect thighs, all the way to her legs that went on for miles. And the area between the thighs that was left to imagination…only for a short time.
She made her move. “Shh. Ivanka. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong. Just come here, please, I really am sorry. I don’t hate you,” Lesley assuredly said to the young foreigner. As she brought her in to her shoulder, she began placing her hand up the back of Ivanka’s shirt. This served dual purpose. One, she gauged Ivanka’s reaction. No objection. She wanted it. The second reason was that it gave Lesley the chance and excuse to feel, for the first time, Ivanka’s beautifully soft skin. As smooth and forgiving as the softest sand on the most secluded, perfect island. She pulled back and looked at the teary eyed young girl, eye to eye.
Brushing away the hair from her face and softly drying her tears, she whispered, “You’re safe with me.” And with that, they began their indulgence. This was a different type of making out. It wasn’t physically intense, but the effect it had on Lesley’s mind was something she had never felt before. She thought for a second- but no that was crazy. Couldn’t be. Or could it. It felt like the first time, that any of her make outs had been fueled by love. She didn’t love Ivanka. But she loved the idea of her. ‘Am I a lesbian? No I couldn’t be. But there’s something special here’ she thought to herself. She almost got so caught up in her thoughts that she almost didn’t even feel Ivanka begin kissing every inch of her body leading to her skirt. When she reached it, she threw Lesley onto the bed. She began crawling up to Lesley on the bed like a cat stalking its prey. She kissed Lesley, from her forehead to her skirt. When she got there again, she undid the zipper and slowly slipped it off.
“I love you,” Lesley whispered, though she wasn’t sure why. She knew it wasn’t true.
Ivanka continued to please her in ways that no man had even come close to achieving. She attacked every inch of her womanhood with a hint of sheer force and impulse, all while retaining the underlying feeling of love and affection. It was incomparable to anything Lesley had ever dreamed of. When it came her turn to return the favor, she threw Ivanka over. She undressed her, until she was nakedly beautiful. Every perfection and imperfection for the world to see. And Lesley had never seen something so beautiful.
She tasted better than any man that Lesley had ever experienced. This love session lasted for what seemed only 10 minutes. That was until Lesley had stolen a glance at the clock and realized they had been at it for almost an hour.
As they both finished off, they continued making out. Lesley didn’t want it to stop. She wanted as many opportunities she could get to look at the young girl’s perfect body. Perfect face. Perfect everything.
But eventually, it did end, and Lesley regrettably had to say she must be going home. Ivanka had a look of pure satisfaction on her face as she said, “Okay. Drive safe. We’ll continue this lesson very soon, beautiful.” And with a final few kisses, Lesley got dressed, and left Ivanka’s bedroom.
As she was walking out the door, the devil within her took over. She saw a spare key to the home on the floor, and without thinking twice, grabbed it. She was not exactly sure for what purpose yet, but she had a feeling it could come in handy in the future...

Foreign Affairs

The next day at school, Lesley could still taste of Mr. Gribbin’s manhood in her mouth. She basked in its deliciousness.
She thought that the day would be extremely pleasing due to the intensity of the pleasures from the day prior, but this day held an unexpected obstacle for Lesley. One that was very unwelcome.
“Hello class,” began Mr. Gribbin, “we have a new student today. Please welcome Ivanka Wescotlia.”
The class said ‘Hello.’ But Lesley didn’t. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of the attractive exchange student smiling at Mr. G. What was that? Did she wink? She had. That bitch.
“My name is Ivanka Wescotlia. I am frum ze country of Russia. My fumilee iz very anchshus to be in ze America,” struggled the foreign slut.
Lesley had her eyes fixed on Mr. Gribbin and the way he laughed at the cute girl’s inability to pronounce certain words.
Laughing, he walked up and put his arm around Ivanka, “Well class, I hope you all welcome Ivanka into the class and show her around the school.”
The rest of the class only ended up contributing to Lesley’s hatred towards the new girl. It turned out that she was not only beautiful and had a sexy accent, she was also brilliant. Every question that Mr. G had, she had the answer. Lesley tried to compete. Without even thinking, she threw her hand in the air and blurted out the first answer that came to her head.
“3 Pi over 4,” she said.
Ivanka raised her hand, “Ze answer iz 17.34x.
Extremely excited, he replied, “Absolutely correct! How did you get it so quickly?”
She began explaining her methods, but Mr. Gribbin pretended to not be able to understand them. “Intriguing. Are you able to meet with me after class and explain your methods a little more thoroughly?”
Giggling with excitement, she said, “Uf coorse! I mean, yes, I believe I can do zat.”

Lesley was so angered, she didn’t realize how hard she was squeezing on her pencil and snapped it in her hands.
Five minutes before the end of class, Mr. Gribbin called Lesley to his desk. “Lesley, I’m worried about you,” he began. She couldn’t believe it. He was acting more like her teacher than her lover; it was as if nothing had happened with them. He continued, “I think you should have a tutor to help you with this next chapter. I’m going to recommend Ivanka. I only recommend this because I feel that the way she learns is unique and it might help you.”
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.. She wanted to slap him. And yet at the same time, she still wanted him inside her. Then she realized that this would be a good way for her to keep an eye on Ivanka’s doings outside of class. She willfully submitted to her master.
“Okay. I agree,” she said.
“Alright. Well, I’ll talk to Ivanka and arrange something for you two this week. Have a nice day Lesley,” he said.
She still couldn’t believe how he was acting. It made her so mad, but she couldn’t stop the thoughts of sex entering and exiting her mind, like her lover in her mouth the previous day.
The bell rang, and Lesley began leaving the room. But it wasn’t until she could have sworn she saw Ivanka grab her teacher’s lap. She left the room and began planning a way to sabotage this Russian home wrecker.

Inexperienced Professional

In the weeks following that fateful day, Lesley and Mr. Gribbin continued to set up frequent meetings for school work. In these meetings, they would get a lot done, but she didn’t learn much schoolwork. While Lesley enjoyed all of this greatly, she couldn’t help but question what exactly was going on with her and her lover. Was this just physical passion, or was there more to it? And that slut Jamie, what was she going to do about her? But, the bell rang and she began walking towards her teacher’s room after school.
“Hey babe,” he greeted her and then began a passionate kiss.
“Hey how was your day?” she asked.
“It was fine, but actually, I can’t stick around after school today. I have to get a physical,” he said.
“Well, then why don’t you stick around?” the sultry redhead asked as she grabbed his crotch.
Laughing, he said, “You know I want to babe, but I actually had something else in mind for tomorrow.”
“Oh? What’s that?” she inquired.
“Would you want to just go from school to my house?” he asked, somewhat nervous of her response.
Her hormones and emotions exploded within her, and it took all of her strength to not let them show. She calmly replied, “Sure, that sounds nice.”
“Alright, well I have to get going, but I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful,” and with that, he engaged in another passionate kiss with her.
“Bye babe,” she said, and then she left.
She didn’t know what to do with her excitement. She ran outside to her car and drove home with complete disregard to all else on the road, like a usual woman driver.
When she woke up the next day, she dressed ESPECIALLY slutty and chose not to wear any panties. The day flew by, and more than once she knew that a few boys that sat across form her had seen up her skirt. They began whispering stuff to each other, and then gave her their numbers. She couldn’t help but enjoy the attention.
At lunch, she went to visit her teacher, just to light the flame. She walked in and went right over to his desk. She jumped on his lap and began attacking him with her mouth. She grabbed his hand and pulled it between her thighs to her naked underskirt. As soon as he realized, she felt a lurch within him. She kissed him for a few more seconds, and then she left. She walked out of the room and down the hall, and she couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of what he was feeling and thinking now. She was very proud of herself and couldn’t wait to see what her actions would culminate into later that day.

After school, she drove to his house. She parked her car down the street, just to be safe that no one would grow suspicious about someone being at his house. She got out of her car and began walking towards his house. As she approached to the door, she began feeling feelings similar to what he had felt at lunch. She went to knock at the door, but there was already a piece of paper that read “Cum In.”-side me she thought. She took the sign and entered the house to a path of roses. She collected each one and followed them up the stairs. They led her straight to an empty bed.
She sat down and then she saw him, naked in all of his manliness except for a pair of briefs. He leapt at her and began undressing her. She threw her hand down the front of his briefs and began priming him up. The passion in the room was unbelievable. She felt herself growing closer to orgasm from simply pleasuring him. Growing. Growing. Until, everything stopped.
“Honey? Are you home?” came the familiar voice. Baby?”
“Quick, behind that side of the bed,” he whispered to his love, “Stay quiet and don’t move.”
At first, she had some hesitation, wanting to show this love to Jamie and shatter the slut’s world, but eventually, she obliged to her master.
Jamie walked in just as Lesley had gotten her head down. “Hey babe, what are you doing home?” she asked.
Pretending to have just woken from a nap, he answered, “Oh, I didn’t feel too well so I came home straight after school. What are you doing home?”
She began climbing onto the bed and whispering to him seductively, “Well, I had planned a romantic evening for you.” And with that she reached her hand under the covers and picked up form where the young teenager had been forced to leave off. She said into his ear, “I’m going to make all your dreams come true tonight, baby.”

He couldn’t help himself, he indulged a little bit. He kissed her and began feeling her up beneath her blouse. Lesley didn’t know what was happening exactly, but she could hear them kissing. It should have angered her, but it only made her want him more.
“Do me right now. touch me,” she pleaded, “I want you inside me.”
“Oh, you’re getting it. You won’t forget this,” he assured her. But just as they got ready to engage in an animalistic love session, with an adolescent redhead 5 feet away, Lesley was saved. The phone began ringing, but they either ignored it or couldn’t hear it among the noises that were being forced out of both of their mouths. But they heard the voice on the answering machine.
“Jamie, are you there? I really need you to come over. Brian just hit me, and I just. I need someone to be here with me please,” cried the voice of Jamie’s friend.
“God Damnit!” she screamed at the answering machine. She wanted so badly to ignore the cry for help and just be dominated by her man, but her conscious took over and she couldn’t do it. “Babe, I’m sorry, but I really have to go help her,” she apologized.
Somewhat angered, somewhat relieved, he replied, “It’s alright sweetie. Just make sure you come back to me ready. Because I’m going to give you the sex of your life.”
She winked at him and assured him, “Oh, I’ll be ready if you will,” and then she engaged in another passionate kiss. “I’ll be back in like 15 minutes honey,” she said.
Then she left, he waited for the sound of her car leaving, and then he told Lesley to come back up on the bed. “Hey, sorry about that,” he said. He was extremely afraid and worried as to what the repercussions would be of his actions. He was completely prepared to be slapped. But he wasn’t.
She had a look that spoke volumes. She wanted him, and he knew it but he didn’t know why.
“So you’re wife will be home in 15 minutes?” she asked in an innocent, schoolgirl-like way.
Confused, he replied, “Uhh yeah, something like that, but let me just say that I’m real--.” But he was interrupted. She pressed her finger to his lips, and said, “Shh.”
And then, either due to pure want of him, or to ruin the sex that Jamie would come home hoping for, she made her move.
“Well, I guess there’s time for a quickie,” and with that, she went under the covers and pulled down his briefs. As he felt himself enter her mouth again and again, he was overcome with passion. All he could do was close his eyes and relax, as the inexperienced professional made him feel like a man again.

Chapter Eleven: Innocent Lust

As she began getting dressed, she was fueled by the intensity of the previous night’s dream. Lesley was extremely excited to go to school that day, but she couldn’t quite explain why. She knew it was just a dream, but it had felt so real. She dressed similarly to how she was dressed in the dream and hurried out the door.
When she got to school, it had a familiar air to it. She was hurrying to her first class when she accidentally ran into Mr. Gribbin.
“Oh, hey dear,” said the startled teacher.
“Hey Mr. G. You look nice today,” she confidently replied.
“Wha- oh. Thanks. Um, you look nice today too,” he stumbled to say.
“Thanks. Gotta go to class, see ya later,” and with that, she walked past him to her class. She could feel his eyes on her back and her ass, but she continued to walk without glancing back.
She managed her way through her first two blocks. And as she approached her calculus classroom, she could hardly contain her excitement. She walked right in and sat next to Nate. She picked up where she had left off the previous day. She kissed him and took her seat.
“Alright class, today, we are just going to have fun. Sound good?” said the teacher. He was feeling something special too, she knew it.
The class responded with a collective “Hell Yeah”, and everyone began just hanging out. It was an extremely unexpected thing to have happen in a class. He began grading the tests that the class had taken the previous day.
Lesley was confused because he was paying no attention to her. She decided that she needed to do something to try and grab his attention. She walked up to his desk and made her move.
Leaning over in front of him, she said, “Hey Mr. G, can you help me out with something?” As she said it, she blatantly made it possible for him to see her cleavage.
Without looking up from his papers, he responded, “Not now Lesley. Maybe after class if there is time.”
Confused, Lesley hit a few pens off of his desk. “Oops, I’ll get those,” she said. And with that, she bent over and picked each one up slowly.
He didn’t look up.
Feeling like an absolute failure, she said, “Oh, alright. Yeah, I guess I’ll try and come back after class.”
She walked back to her desk and sat down. Lesley hadn’t completely noticed it, but the balance of power had just swung back in favor of the teacher. He had gained the upper hand, and he knew it. As she turned around to go back to her table, he raised his head slightly and watched the confused redhead make her way back to the desk. He smiled.
When the bell rung, the class left, but Lesley remained. She walked over to the teacher.
“Mr. Gribbin, do you have time?” she asked.
“What? Time for what?” said the teacher, even though he knew what she meant.
She continued, “With the homework. Can I have some help?”
“Oh. Um, yeah I still have some work. But yeah, what can I do for you?” he said.
She asked her questions, and he gave his answers. The whole time, he knew that she wanted him more and more, but he continued to play hard to get. This continued until he decided she had had enough.
“So Lesley, how are you doing?” he said compassionately.
Relieved that he had actually begun showing interest, she said, “I’m doing good. How are you doing?”
“Good good. Life is good. You are looking very pretty lately,” he said, not trying to hide his obviousness.
“Oh. You look really good. That tie is really sexy,” she replied.
Then, silence fell upon the two. It wasn’t awkward. It was only broken when he made his move. He pulled her by the back of her head towards him. She didn’t resist, and their lips met.
It was nothing like the dream. It was with feeling. He wanted her as much she wanted him, and they both knew it. She felt as if she could erupt, and then they heard the doorknob.
They shot away from away each other, and both threw their eyes towards the door. Lesley couldn’t believe it. Was her dream coming true? What was happening?
And then Nate entered the room. Relieved, Lesley let out her breath.
“Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting something?” asked Nate.
“Interrupting? What could you be interrupting? You silly boy,” said the young teen. She and Mr. Gribbin’s eyes met. As they did, the passion was almost equal to what had been felt during the kiss.
“So, we’ll continue this tomorrow?” asked the suddenly shy girl, not quite knowing what to expect.
“Oh. Um. Yeah, definitely. Tomorrow, yeah,” said the young teacher.
And with that, she walked out of the room. As she got out, she collapsed with excitement and passion. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was all too much to handle, everything was perfect, and there was only one person that had the ability to ruin it. Jamie.

Chapter Ten: CIRswallowmyCUMFERENCE

That night, Lesley’s dreams were filled with thoughts of the final look she had seen Mr. Gribbin give her. The look of worry. Of envy. Of lust. The look that screamed that he wanted her.
She jumped out of bed, dressed similarly to how she had the day before. She flew out the door and entered the school with extreme excitement. She experienced similar looks to the ones she had received yesterday. But today, they meant nothing to her. She had her thoughts focused on one man. Mr. Gribbin.
She forced herself through her first two classes and finally, she reached calculus. As much as she wanted to just grab her man and indulge in him, she restrained herself. She grabbed her boytoy, Nate, and picked up where they had left off. She grabbed his crotch blatantly in the middle of class and surprisingly, only the teacher noticed. He stuttered and spilled his coffee. Lesley was the only one to help him.
As she bent over to help clean up the mess, she noticed the growing bulge in Mr. Gribbin's pants. Once again, she knew she had him. So she dabbed at his groin with the paper towel to give him a taste. He flinched but did well to withhold his urge to grab her and dominate her.
She went back to her seat, but much to her confusion, no one seemed phased by the events that had just took place. She had openly grabbed her teacher’s erection and yet nobody made any notice of it. However, she dismissed these thoughts quickly and continued to focus her attention on Nate. With each pencil she dropped in his lap and each successive aggressive grab at his genitals, Nate grew more and more horny. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Can I go to the bathroom?” asked Nate urgently.

Mr. Gribbin obliged and then looked at Lesley, who had a large smile that showed how proud of herself she was. Mr. Gribbin was no fool. And he knew just why Nate had left the classroom by the way he had walked out slightly hunched over. It only fueled his lust for this young girl. His passion and desire for her was as fiery red as the adolescent’s hair.
The bell rang and everyone proceeded to leave the room. As Lesley was walking over, she made it a point to be last. She shut the door behind every one else and turned to see Mr. Gribbin, who had not taken his eyes off of her.
“I was wondering if you could help me out with some stuff,” asked the redhead with a slight wink.
“What do you want?” said the teacher powerfully, as if he couldn’t care less if he had her or not.
“Well, I am having some difficulty with the stuff we have been doing recently. I can’t quite grasp the formula for finding the circumference of a circle,” said the seductive young girl.
“If you stopped flirting with Nate so much and kept your damn hands to yourself, maybe you’d know the stuff,” stated the teacher.
“Does it bother you? Looks like someone is getting jealous,” said the girl in an almost evil and proud manner.
“Jealous? No. I have a beautiful girlfriend. One that loves me. You know, that girl you wish you were,” and before he knew what he was saying, the words had left Mr. Gribbin’s mouth. Lesley seemed almost happy to hear it. She liked the fight he was showing.

Leaning into him slowly, she said, “Well, and what if you were right?” And with that she touched his shirt and gently lifted it up.
“I think we’d have a problem--,” began the teacher, but before he could finish, Lesley interjected.
“Problem? There’s no problem,” stated Lesley. And then she attacked his mouth. The passion was overwhelming and they were both undoubtedly horny for each other. They continued making out for what seemed to be ten minutes, until Lesley made the next move. She pushed him away and slowly dragged her fingers down to his belt.
She undid the belt with extreme ease and began pulling his pants.
“Lesley, wait,” started the teacher.
“Shut up,” said the young girl with a lick of her lips.
As she began swallowing him, she understood the true girth of everything she had dreamed of. The culmination of the school year. Everything she had wished. With each breath for air, she heard her master moan. As it neared the end, she could feel it ending. And then, in one instant, time stood still, and it happened. She felt it. All of it, at the back of her throat, and she let go down with ease. And then the door swung open.
As Lesley turned, she saw Jamie enter, looking absolutely dumbfounded. As she opened her mouth to scream her anger, all that came out was, “Let’s get N-A-S-T-Y, get ready for a nasty ride.”

She awoke at this sound of the alarm radio and realized that it had all been a dream. She got out of bed with a look of pure satisfaction and began getting ready for school. It was gonna be a good day, she could feel it.

Chapter Nine: Passionate Surrender

The sound of the alarm rang through the room, and Lesley leapt from her bed. There was a new happiness in her day. She knew what she wanted to do, and she knew exactly how to do it. She quickly gathered all of the most whorish clothes she owned. She rushed out of the house so her mother could find no opportunity to object to her scantily clad body.
She walked into school and knew that everybody noticed her. For some, it was the first time they had realized that Lesley was in fact a girl. They all were whispering, and for once, Lesley felt confident in the appearance she was presenting. Her plan was working perfectly, and the day had hardly started. She wanted to find a boy to use to make Mr. Gribbin jealous. Jealous of everything he could have had. Regretful of the whore he’d been banging for so long.
As she combed the crowds for her potential victim to use, her eyes fell on many boys. There were many possibilities, and each time she gave them a glance, they responded with a wink or a suggestive movement of the mouth. Not until her eyes fell upon Nate, did she think there was hope.
There he was, standing there, paying no attention to Lesley. In a world of staring gazes, the one boy who acted as if she didn’t exist, was the one she wanted. Then finally, when he looked up at her, she decided to make her move.
“Hey Nate. How’s it goin’?” said the sexy redhead. And with that, she brushed by him just enough for him to catch her scent. An intoxicating musk that had him immediately hooked.
Stumbling to regain his composure, he stuttered out, “Oh, I’m, uhh, good. Uhh, how are you?”
“Oh, I’m fantastic. Do you like my new outfit?” said the confident adolescent.
“Yeah, umm, yeah it’s really nice. Is it new? I mean. Yes. I like it,” managed the young boy.
Laughing, she said, “You’re cute. Well I gotta go to class hun, but I’ll see you in Calculus.” And with that she gave him a wink and blew a kiss goodbye and went to her first block.
Throughout the day, the whispers and looks continued to fall her way. She was loving every minute of it. She was finally living up to everything she had always hoped for. The popularity, the attractiveness, the confidence, it was all perfect. Except for her teacher. The one man she truly wanted. But soon, he would see the error in his ways.
Making her way to Calculus, she was filled with excitement for what was to come. When she walked in, she was sure that Mr. Gribbin had noticed her. He had dropped a folder off his desk, the second she walked in. Stumbling to gather the dropped papers, Lesley bent over to help with him out.
The second she bent over, Mr. Gribbin’s attention was drawn to two things. First, were her legs. The smooth skin, all of which he wanted to taste. He studied these legs leading up to her skirt, which quickly became her shirt. Or lack thereof. And this was where his attention was truly paid. As he stole glances of the young woman’s cleavage, he immediately felt himself getting hot. He wanted to feel the warmth between her breasts, between her thighs, he wanted to feel the warmth of her entire body. But as soon as his mind had taken him to devilish thoughts, he was snapped back into reality.
“Mr. Gribbin? Are you okay? You were kinda just staring at me,” confidently stated the proud girl. She knew what he had been doing. She knew what was racing through his mind. He wanted her. But she wanted him to pay. To feel her pain.
“Oh, no, I just spaced out. Thinking about today’s lesson plan, yanno. Um, soo yeah, take your seat please,” said the nervous teacher. Lesley was enjoying it more and more with each second and with each klutzy response from Mr. Gribbin.
“Oh Nate! There you are babe!” said Lesley as she rushed to the surprised boy. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and proceeded to sit down next to him. It was evident that Mr. Gribbin had quickly taken notice of this, as it took him another few seconds to take his eyes off of her and Nate. Finally, he regained his composure and started teaching the class.
As class went on, her flirtatious ways continued to grow increasingly more intense. She was kissing him more often, and at one point, she even purposefully dropped a pencil in his lap. Then she took her time in retrieving it from the boy’s groin. He had no choice but to allow this to happen, and he also had no reason to object. He was completely oblivious to the starlet’s motives behind her behavior. And so was her teacher. He was becoming more and more jealous, and it was growing more evident each time he stuttered in his teachings. Whenever Lesley flirted with Nate, Mr. Gribbin seemed to lose his train of thought.
This only encouraged Lesley, and she didn’t stop at all in her ways. She continued to rest her hand permanently on the lap of Nate. And she never missed an opportunity to slide it ever closer to the boy’s genitals.
Then the bell rang, and they all exited. Lesley gave Nate one last passionate kiss goodbye outside of class, yet, still in view of the envious teacher. Then, grazing his cheek with her finger, she winked and said “I’ll talk to you later babe.”
When she got to the lunchroom, she sat at her own table. But it didn’t take long for it to become the “Cool Table.” All the popular girls began rushing over to sit with Lesley, and all the boys strategically made their way towards the young redhead. At one point, a boy made his way towards Lesley and asked, “Hey baby, you wanna go on a date sometime hot stuff?”
Then, in an extremely harsh manner, she replied, “Sorry, I don’t date foreigners.” And with that, she flipped her hair and continued her conversation with the rest of the table. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Lesley caught sight of Mr. Gribbin staring at her. She was careful to not allow him to know that she saw him. She had won. Now, all she needed was that slut, Jamie, out of the picture.