Jason Anderson sat at his desk in the back of the classroom and let his mind wander. He had come in today not really wanting to teach so he gave the kids bullshit worksheets that would keep them busy. That they were hard at work on something he wasn't going grade made him smile.
Anderson had taught Chemistry 2 for the last ten years at Lisbon High, and was respected by his peers. Even won a teacher of the year award a few years back beating out Mary Peters who taught Senior English. But as time went on he became less interested in teaching and more interested in the ladies about to graduate. It wasn't that he disliked teaching. He was just easily distracted. And every year the students wore tighter shirts and skirts in an effort to distract him.
Avery Johnson's red hair stood out among the heads bent over hard at work. She sat on the front row and wore the kind of outfits that made him want to move his desk to the front just for a chance to catch a view of her panties. Today she had worn his favorite skirt. A pleated thing that didn't quite reach the length deemed appropriate by the conservative school board.
He couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to take a fist full of that hair and stare down into her eyes as his -.
He choked the thought off as a chair protested loudly in the quiet room. A student was getting up.
He shifted his chair so his desk hid the bulge in his pants, straightened his shirt, then looked up. Avery was looking at him as she headed his way.
She shifted her hair to one side of her head and smiled as she started back to his desk. Her skirt bounced against her pale thighs. Her top accented her breasts. He wondered if she chose outfits based on what she thought her teachers wanted to see or if it was something else.
He hated that he was going to have to fail her. She started the year with such promise and just missed too many key assignments. She needed a perfect score on her final to pass and he couldn't remember a student that ever scored 100 on the final. He wrote the tests that way.
He caught a glimpse of bra down her top as she bent down and rested her elbows on his desk. She picked up a pencil, set it aside, and put on her best flirtatious smile. His pulse quickened. He focused on her smile to keep his eyes from sliding back down for another peek.
"How may I help you Ms. Johnson," he said trying to keep his voice low. He didn't care if he disturbed the class, but he would rather they not listen in if possible.
"I was hoping you might have something I can do for extra credit," she said.
Did she put emphasis on the word something?
"I can't afford to fail this class Mr. Anderson. I will do anything"
Again he could have sworn she drew out the last word.
"Well," he started not knowing where he was going. It was the middle of class. It wasn't like he could bend her over his desk right now and fuck her. She was eighteen. She was old enough to own the consequences of her words.
"I could use some help organizing the store room," he said instead.
All the classrooms in the science wing had large storerooms. This was one particularly nice because it had a shower and sink and plenty of room for chemicals not to mention a pretty big table for prep in the center.
He used to be good at keeping the chemicals they used in class organized thorough out the year, but now he simply didn't care so as the year went on it got worse.
He saw her devilish grin falter some.
"You were expecting something else?"
"I expected something after school work or something." She bit her lip. "I was enjoying this worksheet. It really was making me think."
She was flirting with him. His erection pressed against his slacks.
"Well, I really don't have anything like that but if you were willing to help put everything back in its place I think we could count that as extra credit."
After a moment of thought she agreed. "Ok."
"Here, let me show you want I need done."
He stood up and led her back to the storeroom at the back of the room. He opened the door and motioned for Avery to enter.
She trailed a finger on one of the shelves as she walked deeper in, and then turned to face him. She looked down at the bulge straining to break free of his slacks. A look of confusion slid over her face. The innocent look was sexy on her. Oh was he going to love this.
He was on her in three large strides. He grabbed her pushed her back into the wall near the shower grabbing her wrists and pulled them above her head using his body to pin her there. She squirmed a bit as she looked up him. Her jaw tightened as if she was about to say something.
"sssh." He cut her off. "Be quiet unless you are going to say yes, mister Anderson. "
His stomach tightened in fear as her growing anxiety. If she screamed for help it was over. She looked to the door and back to him. Back to the door. He was about to release her. His mind flying through excuses he could give. Then her body seemed to relax beneath him. She swallowed hard. She closed her eyes, looked up at him, and nodded.
"That's a good girl."
He held her wrists with one hand so the other was free to explore. He pulled down her top and one side of the bra. Her nipple was hard and calling to be licked. He lowered his head letting his tongue slide around it.
He slipped his hand under her skirt and slid up the inside of her warm thighs to her damp panties. He pressed his fingers into her mound. She let out a slight moan and he smiled.
He slipped a finger under the edge of her panties. He wanted to know how wet she was. He ran his finger along the top and then split her seam slipping inside. She moaned again.
His heart took up in a rush. He searched for the rough patch near the top and when he found it he began a slow rhythmic dance. As her moans increased and her breath grew ragged he increased the intensity. Finally, she sucked in a breath, her body tensed, and shuttered as her orgasm rolled over her.
His fingers left faint glimmering lines as he slid his hand up to her throat and turned her head to the side to expose her neck. He licked her from the top of her breast to her ear. She tasted of soap and smelled divine. His pants were tight now. His cock straining to be free. Aching to be buried in her young pussy.
He put his mouth close to her ear. "I want to taste you." He pulled back to see her response.
"Yes, mister Anderson."
He guided her to the table in the middle of the room. He turned her to face him, and then lifted her up onto the table. She kept her legs together with her ankles crossed.
Anderson used the lightest touch he could as he ran his hands along the outside of her thighs and under her skirt. He took hold of the waist band of her panties and in one quick motion pulled them down over her knees and over her ankles.
"Show me Miss Johnson."
With a slight hesitation she spread sliding a hand between her legs using a hand to hide her pussy.
He stood their not moving just enjoying the view. She was gorgeous. He arched an eyebrow at the display of modesty and was about to say something when she moved the hand. He smirked. Had she shaved for him in preparation for this or did all the girls do it these days? He didn't care. All he wanted to do at that moment was bury his face between her legs.
