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.