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.