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..