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.

Chapter Eight: A Change Of Heart

Walking into school, Lesley felt no better than the day before. She had skipped first block simply due to the fact that she hadn’t been able to pull herself from her bed. She hadn't told anyone about what she had walked in on because she didn't want to have to relive the moment any more than her mind was forcing her to already.
When she got to her second block, she was extremely pleased to see a substitute running the class for the day. She wasn’t sure that her saddened state could accommodate a normally taught class. She made it through her second block class without so much as raising her head from her desk, and then begrudgingly made her way to Calculus.
As she walked in, she didn’t even look at her teacher. Instead, she went to her desk and sat down. The class begun and the sound of his voice nearly made her sick, and then as if struck by an arrow, she heard him say her name.
“Lesley, can you please not sleep in my class?” asked Mr. Gribbin in a frustrated tone.
“I’m tired,” replied the sassy redhead.
“Maybe you should sleep more at night,” said her teacher.

“And maybe you shouldn’t worry about my personal life,” said Lesley.
“See me after class,” replied Mr. Gribbin.
“I can’t,” responded the young girl.
And as if beaten, Mr. Gribbin dropped it and returned to his lesson. The class seemed shocked. Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for their teacher to erupt. But he never did. They couldn’t believe what they had just been witness to. A student had just bested a teacher. Was she really going to get away with this? It appeared so, as he didn’t address her throughout the rest of class.
The only time Lesley raised her head from her sleep was when a visitor knocked on the door. When she heard and recognized the woman’s voice, her head arose with a vigorous jolt.
There she was, Jamie, walking in holding her lover’s lunch. The mere sight of her was almost enough to force Lesley to jump at her. The minute she saw the blonde enter, she immediately pictured the face of overwhelming pleasure that was pasted on the girl the previous day. Each thrust, each groan, all were replaying in Lesley’s head, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t push them out.
“Hey hon? You forgot your lunch today. Sorry everybody,” said the whorish blonde from the door frame.

Mr. Gribbin’s eyes immediately shot to Lesley. She had not removed her gaze from Jamie. He replied, sounding somewhat embarrassed and nervous, “Ohh, thanks. Class, this is Jamie.” This was followed by Jamie introducing herself to the class as a whole.
Then, Mr. Gribbin walked over to get his lunch and kissed his lover. They said their goodbyes and then he continued to teach the class.
This whole event set Lesley off. She was enraged beyond anything she had even come close to feeling before. The bell rang and Lesley was the first one out the door, completely ignoring her teacher’s explanation of the night’s homework.
She walked into the lunchroom and sat with her friends. They immediately sensed that something was wrong with Lesley.
“Hey Les, you okay?” asked Dana.
“I’m fine,” responded the frustrated adolescent teen.
“You sure? You seem really mad about something,” insisted the concerned girl.
“I said I’m fine. I have to go,” responded Lesley in an extremely agitated tone. And with that, she left. She needed to leave the school. She decided to skip fourth block and go home to collect herself.

When she got home, she thought about everything that had happened the past three days. The lies at the mall, the impassioned sex scene, and today, the heartfelt kiss she had witnessed. All were combining to force Lesley into a state of anger far larger than before. Until, finally, she realized something.
This saddened state was doing nothing for her. While she moped around or grew more upset, her teacher was still banging that blonde slut. Then it hit her. She figured something out. She was sure that Mr. Gribbin had felt something for her. She knew it.
And he had lied to her about Jamie, which led her to believe that he wanted to remain viewed as a single man in her eyes.
Lesley wanted something. She wanted him to feel what she felt. She wanted him to regret Jamie. To regret everything he had done with her. And Lesley knew just how to do it…

Chapter Seven: Afternoon Delight

The bell ringing was the first thing she heard. She raised her head and realized she had slept the entire third block. What was usually her class to stare in amazement at her teacher had turned into a nap due to her anger and skepticism at their meeting in the mall that weekend. She walked out of the room without even saying goodbye. Finally, lunch. She needed something to look forward to in the day.
She went to the table with the rest of her friends. She sat down with her lunch in the middle of what must have been a heated discussion. Her friends were all speaking at the same time over some sort of gossip. It was something about two people kissing, but Lesley couldn’t make out what it was exactly. Until Dana turned and asked her opinion.
“So Les, who do you think she was?” asked her friend.
“Who who was?” replied the confused redhead.
“The girl in the mall. You know the one with Mr. Gribbin,” said Dana.
“Ohh. Well when I spoke to him, he told me it was his sister. Her name is Jamie,” said Lesley.
“What?!? If that’s his sister, then he has got some explaining to do. Not to mention some major problems,” exclaimed one of her friends.
“Why? What do you mean he’s got some explaining to do?” asked the dumbfounded young girl.
“Well, I’m not sure how you do things in your family Les,” began Dana amongst laughter from the rest of the table, “but I don’t make out with my relatives.”
And then, as if a bomb had gone off in her head, Lesley was filled with rage.
“What do you mean make out? They didn’t even kiss,” stated Lesley in an aggravated manner.
“Well, Lesley, you wouldn’t have seen it. You were walking towards us with your back turned to the action. But let me tell you, they were kissing pretty passionately. If he were the type to kiss his sister at all, I think that was a little too much. But, I suppose she could be his sister. I mean, why would he lie to you like that? And about something so stupid and small?” said Dana.
Lesley began to ponder the question that had just been raised. Why would he lie to me? I mean it was a simple question rendering a simple answer, but he had avoided the point. Why did he not want me to know he had a girlfriend, if that’s who she was? He must. He must truly have…
“Les. You there?” asked one of her friends.
“What? Oh, yeah. I’m just spacing out. I’m kinda pissed he lied to me,” said Lesley.
“Yeah, I would be too if I were you. I hate liars, and it was unnecessary,” stated Dana.
But was it necessary? Did he have a reason to lie to me? As Lesley was going through these thoughts, she couldn’t help but be overcome with anger for the sole fact that he lied to her. She needed to confront him about this. She didn’t know how she would, but she knew she had to. This anger was too much for her.
“I gotta go guys. I’ll talk to you later,” and with that, Lesley got her stuff and left without saying another word.
She walked faster than she thought she could as she made her way to her Calculus room. What was she going to say? What was he going to say when she said it? She had no idea, but she had to know why he lied to her. But as she neared the room, she noticed the door was closed. That was odd considering he was always in his room at lunchtime when he wasn’t on lunch duty. She figured he was gone but she tried the door anyways to see if it was unlocked.
As she pulled the door knob, it opened itself with ease. But she only needed it to open a few inches before she saw her worst nightmare.
There he was, her teacher, thrusting into his desk. But he wasn’t alone. That blonde whore was there, loving every minute. With each thrust, she saw her face and felt what she felt. Beads of sweat pouring down his naked back, and Lesley wanted to grab him for herself. But she was overtaken with confusion.
She didn’t know what to think. She felt an entire spectrum of emotions at the same time. Anger, rage, sexual tension. She wanted Jamie gone, and she wanted to be inside there. She wanted him inside her. But she couldn’t stand to watch it anymore, as the lost emotion was finally taking over. Wiping tears from eyes, Lesley ran the opposite way down the hall, away from the terrors she had just been witness to.

Chapter Six: A Piercing Attraction

That night, Lesley could only dream about the images that had been instilled her head. Her dreamy slumber carried her from image to image. Everything from the perfect definition of each abdominal muscle, to the perfect shaped ass that stared her down. And finally, it brought her to the image of perfection. The overwhelming size of-- “Lesley!”
She was awoken with a startling scream bellowed from the mouth of Dana. “Lesley come down stairs. We are all eating breakfast,” continued her friend.
She was extremely aggravated at being taken from her dream land. However, she reluctantly obliged to go down to breakfast. After all, if there was one thing that could come close to competing with her love for Mr. G, it was her love for food. Lesley made her way down the stairs and was welcomed by the intoxicating aroma of freshly cooked bacon.
“Hey sleepyhead, nice dreams?” asked one of her friends.
You have no idea was what she wanted to yell to the world, but instead she managed a slightly less obvious response, “Not bad. I slept well after running so quickly from Mr. G’s door!”
This comment filled the kitchen with talk about how crazy Lesley was for going through with the dare. She enjoyed the attention. If only they knew what Lesley had truly been witness to. The morning continued as most do after slumber parties. They ate their breakfasts, and then they sat down to watch some TV and enjoy the fleeting moments of freedom away from their own houses.

Then, referring to a girl on TV, one of Lesley’s friends said, “That blonde looks like the girl who answ--.” She was cut off by the yell from upstairs by Dana, asking if they all wanted to go to the mall.
They all replied with a collective “Yes!”, and they proceeded to get ready to leave.
As Lesley got ready, she couldn’t erase the vision of his naked body. She got in the shower, and immediately wished her teacher was there with her. But as she got out and began to get dressed, her mind began to wander slightly. She got dressed and went back downstairs to meet her friends to leave.
They got to the mall, and then Lesley had an epiphany. “Nose Ring!” she exclaimed. As soon as the words left her lips, she knew that it had to have been left over adrenaline from the night’s previous events. The majority of her friends were excited and supported her enthusiastic idea. They all went to the store with her to get it pierced.
As the employee came towards her with the gun, she had second thoughts, but she quickly pushed them aside. “So you’re sure?” asked the store employee to be sure.
“Pierce ME!” exclaimed Lesley.
As it was being done, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of what she believed to be her teacher. Only, he was with a girl. A hot blonde with an unbelievable body. That couldn’t be him, but as he turned, Lesley immediately recognized the perfect ass that she had seen naked the night before. She was confused and angry at the same time, and as soon as the piercing was done she would pursue him.

Finally it ended, and she went on the search for her teacher. She found them, Mr. Gribbin and the slut, in front of a lingerie store. As she approached, the sultry starlet began walking into the store and her teacher sat on a bench outside of the store. When he saw Lesley coming towards him, he immediately became excited and paranoid at the same time. It was evident on his face.
“Hey Lesley, how’s it going? Funny that we keep running into each other. Are you stalking me?” he joked.
Faking a laugh Lesley replied, “Nooo, just in the area. I’m doing okay how are you doing?”
“I’m doing good just going through the mall with my---sister. She’s in there right now trying on stuff, you know women. Oh you got something on your nose, like a spec of dirt. Let me get it,” he said.
“Oh,” sounding embarrassed, “it’s my new nose ring. I just got it.”
Laughing, “Ohh I know, I’m just pulling your leg,” he replied.
Pull me harder, her mind told her. Just take me. Lesley replied with a forced bit of laughter, “Ohhhh, good one. You had me going. So that’s your sister?”
“Uhh, oh, yes. She’s a little bit younger than me, but we are pretty close,” he replied.
“That’s fun. How old is she?” Lesley asked.
“Um, 20. Yeah, she, uhh, just got home from college for a week or so. So I thought that I would spend time with her. Yanno, we don’t see much of each other. Her name is Jamie,” replied Mr. Gribbin, with a hint of a tremble in his voice.

“Well that’s fun. I’d like to meet her, just for fun,” replied the digging redhead. She was not completely sold on this story, and so she wanted to be sure.
“Oh, um, well I don’t know how long she’ll be in there, but--,” he was cut off by the voice of a young blonde coming towards them out of the store.
“Alright, I’m all done, but we still have to go to the Home Depot for the upstairs,” said the young woman. Mr. Gribbin was growing more and more worried in his look. Luckily, Lesley paid no attention the nervous 24 year old. Her eyes were fixed on the woman exiting the store speaking to her teacher.
Just as she was getting closer, Lesley heard her name being called from behind her. “Lesley, come onnn! We are going to the Food Court,” yelled her friends. She had no choice. She had to leave.
“Well, I have to go with my friends. Maybe I can meet her another time. Let Jamie know I said ‘Hello.’ Bye Mr. Gribbin,” stated the perturbed adolescent. And with that, she turned and headed towards her friends. She was deeply worried about the whole situation. She went to her friends without ever turning around. This resulted in her never seeing the obviously culpable face of her sexy math teacher. As well, as the intense kiss shared between he and his “sister.” An event that all of her friends witnessed but didn’t think anything of...

Chapter Five: Midnight Observations

“Lesley, where are you going again?” asked her mother in an insidious manner.
“Mom, I already told you, I’m spending the night at Dana’s house. How many times are you going to ask me?” replied Lesley.
“Are her parents going to be home?” asked her mom.
“Yes mother. I gotta go. Bye,” and with that Lesley gathered her stuff and left. She exited so quickly, she almost didn’t hear the faint “Bye honey,” that her mother had said.
Lesley was excited for this sleepover for a number of reasons. She always enjoyed hanging out with her friends, but perhaps more importantly, she knew that Mr. G lived on Dana’s street. She knew she couldn’t see him, but just the thought of being on the same street as him was enough to force impure thoughts into her head.
“Hey Les! What’s up?” exclaimed the perky Dana.
“Hey guys, not too much. I’m just happy to be out of my house. My mom was being sooo annoying. What’s up with you guys?” asked the hormonally charged young girl. But their response, she didn’t hear. She was distracted by an unexpected sight. There he was. Her teacher. And he was walking his dog down the street. She wanted to run out there and just grab him. But she knew she couldn’t. She maintained her composure and continued to add to the conversation.

The rest of the night continued as planned. It was everything she needed. Until the reality TV show they were watching was interrupted by breaking news.
The newswoman began speaking, “We interrupt this show to bring you some breaking news. A teacher at South Central High School has just been arrested for charges of engaging in sexual intercourse with a student. The teacher is a science teacher in his late 20’s and the student was a young girl of his. We will bring you more information as soon as channel 8 receives it. Now back to your scheduled programming.”
Immediately, her friends began talking. And it all made her feel very uncomfortable.
“Ew. That’s so gross. How can they have sex with someone so much younger than them? Yuck,” stated one of her friends. All of Lesley’s friends agreed that it was disgusting that someone could even think about doing it.
“Don’t you think that’s gross Les?” asked Dana.
“What? Oh. Yeah. That’s gross,” lied Lesley. Deep down, she wanted to scream out her lust for Mr. Gribbin. She wanted him for more than anything. And then almost as if God had granted her wish, he came into the living room from the back yard.
Laughing, he began to speak, “Rich, if you’re not careful, I’m going to embarrass you in front of your wife! Oh, hey girls! What are y’all doing here?” asked the studly teacher.

“Hey Mr. G! We are just having a sleepover tonight. Little bit of girl talk, trashy movies, and ice cream. You know how it is!” replied Dana and with that she batted her eyelashes in an exhausted attempt at flirting.
It disgusted Lesley. She wanted to leap at her friend and hit her. But she remained calm and waited for her teacher to say something to her.
“Hey Lesley, how are you doing tonight?” asked Mr. G.
Feeling very proud of herself for being singled out by this perfect man, she responded, “Not much. We are just hanging out. What are you doing here?”
“Oh I live down the street. But I’m just playing some basketball with Dana’s parents and my w--. My wonderful shooting skills. I used to play in college you know,” bragged the 24 year old teacher. Lesley was wondering what had caused him to stutter, but she was too caught up in his sleeveless t-shirt to pay too much attention to it. His biceps flexed with each bend of his arm, and the beads of sweat dripped down his neck and down his shirt, to where his flawless pectoral muscles awaited.
“Oh that’s cool,” replied Lesley. She wanted to continue, but just as she was about to say something, Dana’s dad called her dream man back outside.

“Alright girls I’ll see you later. Bye Lesley,” and with that Mr. Gribbin left back outside. Lesley, again, felt very proud to be singled out by this perfect specimen.
The night continued and eventually her teacher went back to his house and Dana’s parents alerted us they were going to bed. And then they were left alone. So they did what normal teenage girls would do.
“Truth or Dare,” stated Dana with a hint of excitement in her voice.
The game began. Most people chickened out and picked truth and answered pointless questions about their first kiss or who they liked. Only the bravest chose dare. One girl had to streak the street and adjoining cul-de-sac. And then it was Lesley’s turn.
“Dare,” announced the proud redhead. But as soon as the dare was given to her, she wished she had been one of the shy ones and chosen truth.
“Ding-dong-ditch Mr. Gribbin’s house!” exclaimed one of her friends.
Her heart dropped. She wanted to go home, but the rules were simple. She had to complete the dare. She did her best to appear unaffected.
Giving her best fake laugh, she replied, “Alright. Easy.”
“We will watch from the end of the street,” announced the rest of her friends.
As her friends made their way to the end of the street, Lesley thought about her best route. She would want to remain unseen, so she decided she’d sneak through his backyard and then to the front of his house to complete her challenge. With each step, she grew more and more nervous. What if she was caught? Would this ruin her chances of ever having something with her teacher?
She wanted to turn back more than anything, but as she got to the backyard, she was glad she hadn’t. There, in the window, she saw something she had only dreamed of.
The unclothed body of her sexual desires getting into the shower. It was more than she had ever dreamed about, and she finally understood what the meaning of perfection was. With each step towards the shower, she watched as every muscle was defined distinctly. He turned and she was exposed to his truly perfect curves. His ass was that of a god's, and she couldn't stop staring. This man was everything anyone could have asked for. How had he remained single? But then, he turned around and she quickly ducked into the darkness and dashed towards the front of his house.
With a new found bravery, she ding-dong-ditched her teacher’s house. She wasn’t worried about it being answered because she knew he was in the shower. But because she was so excited from what she had just been witness to, she ran away with more speed than she even thought she had without looking back. So much speed, that she didn’t even see the attractive blonde open the door to a vacant night.

Chapter Four: Sensual Appetites

Relieved and satisfied, Lesley managed her way through the next two blocks. Finally, it was time for calculus. It was ironic the sense of urgency that she felt everyday for the block schedule to bring her to this class. Math was her least favorite subject, but Professor Gribbin had truly brought out the best, and worst, of this young girl.
Class was as boring as ever, and as always, Lesley couldn’t remember a thing that had been taught. She found herself staring at every inch of his body, just searching for any sign of the slightest imperfection. An imperfection that would never show itself. After class, she approached him about finishing the work on that problem.
“Mr. Gribbin, I was wondering if we could work more on that problem we started this morning?” the shy girl asked.
“Oh right. Well dear, I unfortunately have lunch duty for the first half of lunch, but if you want to come back later we can do it then?” responded the teacher.
“Yes! I mean, yeah, that works for me. I’ll come back in a little bit,” and with that, Lesley turned and exited the room and begun walking towards the cafeteria.
The café was an interesting place. Everything was split up into the different cliques: the cheerleaders, jocks, Goths, geeks; but this reserved redhead didn’t really fit into any of these well. She found herself sitting at the table with the girls who never had boyfriends, but always had friends who were boys.

“Hey Les, how’s it goin’?” asked a particularly perky blonde.
“It’s going good, just suffering through this day,” and it was almost impossible to lie and not show her enthusiasm. She was loving every minute of each day, but to show such excitement would give her away.
“Yeah school sucks. But anyways have you guys seen Mr. Gribbin this year? Ohmagawd, he’s like the hottest thing. I don’t know what else to say. I just stare at him during class,” said that same blonde.
With these words, the jealousy in Lesley turned her eyes the same shade of red as her fiery hair. It took all of her to keep her cool and act normal. “Really, I haven’t even noticed his as-. I mean I haven’t even noticed him,” lied Lesley. Luckily, the girls hadn’t heard her mix-up, as they were too preoccupied staring at the man who had just crossed into view of the table. Mr. Gribbin.
He made his way over to the table that Lesley sat at. She did her best to not appear excited, but as her hormones raged inside her, she could feel herself growing antsy.
“Hey Lesley, you ready to go do it?” asked the teacher.
“What?” replied Lesley, trying not to sound too shocked at what she had just heard.
“The problem. You ready to go finish the work on it?” responded Mr. G.
Feeling stupid and immature for not knowing what he meant, she managed to reply, “Oh yeah. Yeah, are you done with lunch duty already?” asked Lesley.

“Yeah, I got someone to cover for me so I could finish what I had started,” said the teacher, in an almost provoking manner.
“You didn’t have to do-” began Lesley but Mr. Gribbin cut her off.
“Nonsense, it is my pleasure. So I‘ll see you there in a couple minutes.” stated the confident professor.
And with that, he left. Lesley began gathering her stuff to go to his room, where all her passions awaited. But as she began to leave, one of her friends hollered out to her, “Lesley! Sleepover at my house tonight?”
In her somewhat altered state in regards to where she was going, Lesley barely managed to yell back, “I’ll be there.”
When she arrived at his room, she was exposed to the most glorious of situations. There he was. Her teacher, the man of her dreams, eating chocolate covered strawberries. But why? He knew she was coming, why would he choose this as the ideal time to eat these? He was teasing her. She was convinced.
“Hey there dear, take a seat,” said the chivalrous professor, “So, lets take out some pen and paper and get started.” And he began showing her how to do the problem. In all truth, his efforts were futile because she couldn’t take her eyes off his intermittent motion of placing a strawberry in his mouth. It only added to her sensual appetites. And then it happened.
First, she felt his hand on her thigh, and then the question, “Would you like a strawberry Lesley?” asked the seductive man. A combination of his hand find its way to her thigh, and the sexual manner in which she was sure she heard him ask the question, caused her pen to explode. The two events had forced Lesley into an uncontrollable fit of hormonal passion, and she had pushed down with too much force. As the pen exploded, all of its ink found its way on her hands. Now, she would never be able to share in this delicate moment. Or would she.

Feeling very embarrassed and disappointed, Lesley said nothing. But she didn’t have to. Her teacher did all the talking. Laughing he said, “Oh it’s alright. Here, I’ll help you out with the strawberry.” And then, he gently brushed her hair back and fed her the strawberry. An explosion of taste, satisfied any appetite that had been present in her body at that moment. She wanted to preserve it forever, but just then, the bell rang for the end of the block.
“Well, Lesley have a fantastic weekend!” exclaimed the young teacher.
Bubbling over with emotion, Lesley did well just to say anything, “Yeah. Thanks. You too. Have a nice weekend. Thanks for the help. Thanks again. You really helped.” Her flustered state was obvious, but he didn’t seem to care. Rather, his response only fueled her teenage fire.
“You stay out of trouble dear!” and with a wink, Mr. Gribbin went back to his desk. Lesley calmly walked out of that classroom, with every ounce of her body wanting her to do cartwheel after cartwheel. She gathered her composure and walked herself to the final class of the week. Never, in any of her schooling, had Lesley wanted the weekend to end so badly. And it hadn’t even begun.

Chapter Three: Early Morning Passions

Lesley struggled to catch a moment’s worth of peaceful sleep that night. She was beginning to question whether she would survive this class. It was no doubt beyond her ability as a math student, but there was no way she could leave the root of her desires.
The alarm sounded and she dragged her half asleep body from her bed. She took especially careful notice to her appearance today because she knew she would be having a meeting with her teacher this morning. That temptress of a question had been left unanswered through her fits of passion, and she would use it as an excuse to spend more time alone with Mr. Gribbin.
As she walked into her school, her excitement was uncontainable. She had a jump in her step and a grin on her face as she made her way to the classroom. She arrived before the teacher and so she was left waiting, filled with anticipation and excitement. When he entered the room, her skin burst into flames as red as her hair as she did her best to conceal her passion.
“Hello Lesley. What can I do you for?” he said to her. As soon as the words left his seductive lips, Lesley immediately needed his touch. Free. You can do me for nothing at all. Just do me.
“I uhh I just had trouble with the homework last night. I was just wondering if you could do it out with me,” and as the words left her begging lips, she wondered if he caught the entendre. Studying his gaze as he eyed the homework problems, she couldn’t be sure if he was simply ignoring it or hadn’t realized what she truly meant.

“Sure thing lets do it out together. Sometimes it’s better to do it with your teacher,” he responded without breaking his gaze on the problems. Lesley almost fell out of her seat as the words hit her with such force that it was almost too much for her to handle. This was going to be harder than she could have ever anticipated if he continued to tempt her in such inhumane ways.
“So what problem is it that you are unsure of?” he asked.
“Well it’s this word problem, about inserting a cylinder into a circle, I just don’t get it. I mean I can do mechanics but the words throw me off,” she told him, while also trying not to sound or appear too obvious.
“Yeah word problems are always hard. Well, let’s try this. It’s sometimes easier if you see problems,” he suggested. Was this it? Was he going to make a move? I mean there is only way to try out this problem isn’t there?
As he pulled out the cylindrical piece of wood and the plastic circle, her hopes plummeted and she realized what he had meant.
“So if I put this cylinder into the circle..,” as soon as he acted it out she knew she wouldn’t last she had to get out of this class room before everything was ruined. She couldn’t continue on with this exercise without showing him what she truly felt and wanted.
“Lesley? Did you hear me? The bell rang. We’ll have to finish this some other time. Thank you for coming though to talk to me about it. I’ll see you at class,” the teacher told her.

Saved by the bell, Lesley responded, “Oh. Yeah. Thanks for doing it out with me. I’ll see you at class Mr. Gribbin.” And as she walked out of the room, she took one last glance back the object of all of her affection. And at that very minute, he took off his sweater to acclimate the hotter temperature inside the school. As this happened, the shirt beneath was raised with it, and Lesley was exposed to the true perfection of her teachers naked chest. It was too much. Lesley had a few minutes before class, and she rushed to the bathroom..

Chapter Two: Bedtime Studies

Lying in her bed that night, Lesley is struggling to begin her homework. She can’t wipe her mind clear of everything that had happened that day. The words he had told her continued to ring in her ears as she contemplated the meaning of what he had said.
“There are some things we cannot say or do. No matter how badly we want to…”
He had to have been saying he wants me, didn’t he? No, it couldn’t be, I mean he is my teacher. He’s 24, I am just a lonely teenage redhead. But, why would he say that?
As these thoughts continued racing through her head, she felt herself becoming hotter and hotter, to the point where she wanted to throw her books and just indulge in herself. His lips, his tight body, the seductive eyes: they were all almost too much for her to handle. The way he spoke to her and the sexiness that was always present in everything he did brought her to the point where she wanted to explode with passion.
But she didn’t. She went back to her work for that night in her classes. English was next. This would be good to take her mind off of math, besides she love books and they were reading a good one right now. “Why did Jonas rub the lamp in The Genie’s Motives?” She knew the answer, it was an easy question, but all that entered her mind was how much she wanted to rub something of his.
NO. Stop. She thought to herself that this has to stop, it couldn’t continue. And even as she tried to convince herself of this, she continued to picture the idea she had just painted. She needed something to take her mind off of schoolwork. The yearbook. She needed to look at the yearbook. That would help.
Freshmen. Sophomores. Juniors. Seniors. She made her way through each category of students, until there were none left. As she was closing the book, the faculty section caught her eye. She knew what lay present in that section and did her best to resist taking a peak. But she couldn’t help it. She opened back to the staff section with such a fury that she worried she had damaged the spine of the book. There he was. Staring at her. Daring her to do something about it. No one was home, and it would be so easy.
But no. She had to do her homework. She threw the devilish book across the room and proceeded with her studies. As each minute passed, she couldn’t help but give a glance to the direction of the yearbook. The book that held all the roots of her passion and desire. And with each passing minute, the resistance to give in to her hormones grew harder. She finished her English and History homework without too much technical difficulty. Due to the sub in Biology, all she had left was Calculus.
The first problem presented as much difficulty as any other homework she had done that night. It was a word problem, always hard for this dumbfounded redhead, but this presented a new level of difficulty. “If you insert a cylinder into a circle, what would the resulting equation be?”
She could only wonder if this question were written for her. He was teasing her. She knew, if he inserted his cylinder into her, the result would be an orgasm. But stop. She had to stop herself, she couldn’t continue. And she found herself glancing over at the direction of the yearbook again. Tempting her with what she knew it held. Daring her to touch herself. Daring her…

Chapter One: Tangent To My Curves

“Alright class, quiet down. Everybody calm down. My name is Mr. Gribbin, you can call me Mr. G, Professor Gribbin, or anything, just don’t call me stupid. Now let’s go through the class and give me names,” his soothing eyes passed to every child in the room. One by one they gave their names and a word that began with the same letter. Andy Apples. Jackie Jersey. And then, Lesley, the usually reserved redhead had a fleeting moment of comedy.
“Lesley Lesbian,” as the words left her lips, the class roared out in laughter. Even though they were seniors, everyone enjoyed the occasional immature humor. Lesley smiled enjoying the rare moment of attention being paid to her. She glanced at Mr. Gribbin, his muscular chest, and his enticing lips, and for a split second, she thought he winked at her. But as soon as those thoughts had come, they left, and she saw the disappointed look on his face. Her heart dropped, and she knew she was in trouble. But she didn’t care. She was too caught up in the thoughts of his body and the way it would feel against hers. She knew they were wrong thoughts, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted one thing: Him.
“Lesley, see me after class,” echoed the stern voice of power from Mr. Gribbin. The class began the inevitable “ooohss” when someone is being punished, and Lesley’s proud smile quickly turned to an embarrassed look.
The class continued normally that day, and Lesley struggled through the studies as she assumed she would. The meeting after class was forcing positive and negative thoughts into her head. She was worried of the punishment she would receive, but she was excited for spending time with her sexy teacher. The thoughts of lying next to his body were all that she was thinking about when her teacher was telling the classes about tangent lines and how they lie on curves. No matter what he said, sexual thoughts were all that were racing through her head.
The bell rang. The kids filed out, but Lesley remained. Mr. Gribbin waited for everyone to exit the room until he walked towards her. With each step in her direction, her heart began racing faster and faster. Until she couldn’t take anymore and then.
“Lesley, why did you say that? Do you realize that that’s inappropriate to say when we don’t know who is listening?” he asked.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t mean, I wasn’t trying to hu-,” she began to utter. But a combination of his opening mouth, and her strengthening desire, caused her to stop herself.
“Lesley, it’s not about what we mean. There are some things we cannot say or do. No matter how badly we want to. And sometimes we want to very badly. I know it’s hard, but…” he said as if provoking her. Lesley’s mind drifted away and she didn’t hear what else he had to say. She was too busy mulling over what he had just told her. She kept thinking to herself, what was he saying?
She wanted him so badly but yet, it was impossible. She began to contemplate what he meant. Was he telling her he wanted her? It was impossible. And, yet, maybe this was what he meant, but he was a teacher, he couldn’t have said that, could he? I mean it was impossible, wasn’t it?
“I have to go for lunch duty, but will you please work on what we have discussed?” he asked rather nicely. Lesley was completely unsure of what he meant due to her daydreaming, but she found the composure to respond.
“Yeah, I promise I’ll do yo-. I mean it. I mean, I’ll work on it. I swear,” she realized she had made a fool of herself but she avoided his eyes as much as she could.
“Okay Diane, thank you. Have a nice day dear,” and with that, the young teacher exited.
Lesley didn’t even care that he had gotten her name wrong. She was too caught up in both his flawless curves, and the fact that he called her dear. As soon as he had left, she felt herself growing hot and tense. And for a moment, she thought of taking advantage of the empty room and her unfulfilled desires, but she gained her composure and exited the room. The first day had already brought her the excitement she needed. If only she could remember what he had taught that day…