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…