Just one of those girls you laid in bed at night and thought about while you whacked off. Her name was Amanda Beckmen but everyone called her Mandy. She was a cheerleader, president of the school dance committee, the Winter Ball Queen. All of that and she was young, a fresh little thing. If this had been a normal situation I would just have gone up and asked her out. I'm not intimidated by girls. The only problem was... she was my student.
Mandy had all the elements that men, not just high school boys, dream of. Curves of a perky 34C chest, 25 inch waist, and 36 luscious inches of perfect hips. Her ass was tight and she walked like Marilyn Monroe. She often wore clothing to accent her well-formed hour glass and it distracted not only the teen-age gawkers in my class but me as well.
Dress was definitely one of her strongest suits, unfortunately, Biology II was not. Mandy was not stupid by any means, she just had one too many upperclassmen sitting around her in my class. Always a flirt, Mandy seemed to prefer boys older than her. Sometimes when I was in the shower I would tug at my meat wondering how she would like an older man. But in class the next day I would have to push those thoughts aside or risk an embarrassing situation in the middle of my 4th period class.
The day the trouble started was a day Mandy was being particularly noisy in class. My students in 4th period always seem to be a little more uppity because it's right after lunch so I try to let it slide when they act up for the first twenty minutes or so. But it was well into the hour and Mandy was interrupting my lecture by her giggles. While writing something on the bored I saw her out of the corner of my eye, flirting with one of the senior football players that sits next to her. I turned and gave her a slight "a-hem" and a semi-mean look. I thought she had gotten the point.
I continued with my lesson and suddenly heard a giggle and a whisper. Turning around I saw Mandy's green eyes flash with the fear of getting caught.
"Miss Beckmen, if you are so bored in my class perhaps we should assign extra work to keep you busy."
She settled back in her seat and folded her hands in her lap. "No Sir."
"Good then, I can continue." And I went on.
I gave the students my assignment for the day and sat down at my desk and started working on grades. About five minutes later I glanced up at Mandy. It was so always so hard to scold her and today was no exception. She had on a little black skirt, very short and pleated, with a tight pink sweater very low cut in the neck line. Mandy's tan breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Her hair was mostly blonde but it had a hint of hell-cat red in it , was pulled up in a long pony tail of curls that spilled down around her neck. Her jewelry was a small silver chain with a tiny heart charm and small silver hoops in her ears that she would fidget with while she read. My view traveled south and a wondered if that skirt that she was wearing was with-in the bounds of the school dress code. I also wondered what was under it. Her legs were crossed, black thigh-highs hugged them and a cute pair of 50's style oxfords finished off her ensemble.
My eyes darted back and forth from her to the grade book .......until I caught her passing a note to the girl on the right.
"Amanda! That is the last straw. You be back here after the last bell, I am going to make sure you have enough work to keep you busy in here for the rest of the quarter," I growled.
Her green eyes snapped with anger and she whined, "But Mr. Smith I'm sorry! I have cheer-leading practice after school!" As she protested she leaned forward with cleavage spilling out of her sweater. This girl made it real hard for you to get mad at her, but I had to be strong.
"You'll just have to explain to the cheer-leading advisor why you missed practice then," was my reply. I couldn't back down, "we will discuss it after school." She immediately set back and pouted in her chair until the bell rang. As she left the room I made it a point to remind her, "I'll see you after school Mandy." She predictably flounced out of class.
My last school period of the day is what we teachers are given as a "planning" hour. We normally grade or make lesson plans for the next day. Today I had a stack of tests on my desk that I really did not feel like grading. I started to straighten the desks in my room and I eventually came to Mandy's. I started to wonder what my punishment would be. I really didn't have any extra work for her to do and her grade average of a B was better than most of the class. Maybe I would have her grade papers I did not want to mess with and then send her home with a good lecture on classroom decorum.
A smile crept up in the corners of my mouth when I thought about how her cleavage had almost fell right out of that sweater. Hey I'm human, and was only 25 at the time. I guess I'm attractive; 5'11", brown hair and hazel eyes, athletic build. No problem getting a date. Then why on earth was I standing here getting hard at the thought of this, this, this girl?
The sound of the last bell broke my thoughts and I quickly went to my desk and sat down, trying to hide the damage of my wondering mind. When Mandy walked in I pretended not to notice and continued working on straightening my desk. Finally she approached, "Mr. Smith, I'm sorry, I mean I know that I was wrong and all its just that Becky is having a really hard time with her boyfriend and she needed my advice," she began to explain.
"What does this have to do with the disturbance in class today?" I questioned.
"That's what the note was about," she went on, "I was telling her what I thought."
"Well Mandy, note passing in not permitted in school and it makes me feel very unrespected when you do it on my time," I lectured. "Now here is a stack of tests. Grade everything but the essay and we will talk about punishment."
Mandy picked up the stack of papers and I handed her a red ink pen. She got to work. I begin to work on the assignment for the next day as she quickly graded. My eyes would occasionally dart over her body. This continued for half an hour. A junior named Allen came in and asked for help on an assignment. When he left I looked down the hall. My wing of the school was empty. When I turned back around I found Mandy staring at me. Her pink little tongue was softly caressing the red pen top between her parted lips. I only got a half a second to view this before she snapped her head back down and continued grading.
It only took that half a second for me to get hard. That hot little pink tongue darting was more than I could take. I returned to my desk and wondered if she knew I had caught her. I decided to be a little bold.
"Mandy, Becky wouldn't be having sexual problems with her boyfriend would she?" I ventured.
"Sex!?" she squeaked out, "um, why do you ask? I mean did you read the note?"
"Well, no, but so many times today young girls are pressured into having sex and I wondered if that was the problem."
