Jen looked up from her test with that strange feeling of being watched. Mr. McCabe sat back behind his desk, his gaze heavily set directly on her, his brow furrowed as if he were thinking hard on something. She smiled at him almost knowingly as he quickly diverted his stare. The smallest look from that man sent her spiraling out of control. What she wouldn't do to please him.
Jen had a crush on Michael McCabe since the minute she saw him, freshmen year. He must have been about thirty years old and he was absolutely gorgeous. He was ruggedly handsome, dark and stern, someone who looked like they could be extremely bad if they weren't so perfectly composed. As a senior now, Jen's specific sexual desires had blossomed and she saw something in McCabe that called to her. There was something deviant in his stares, something that told her that he could be the one to satisfy her darkest desires. In her last month of school, Jen decided she was going to do something about her infatuation. Although he had in no way demonstrated that he was a man that would actually fuck one of his students, she had caught him staring at her multiple times.
Today, she had made a point of drawing his attention towards her. Jen was a very attractive eighteen year old that didn't exactly fit with any particular clique in school. She tended to hang out with the boys more than the girls, yet managed to escape the stigma of a slut in doing so.
Hailey Grear, on the other hand, had not. Almost on cue, Hailey had walked into class, 20 minutes late, quintessentially sucking a lollipop.
Jen watched as Mr. McCabe looked her up and down and in all honesty she couldn't blame him. Hailey wore a short pleated skirt, somehow miraculously escaping the administration and their dress code policy. She slinked by Mr. McCabe, turning only to smile at him and pick up a test booklet before taking a seat in the front row. Jen could almost hear every guy in the class look up from their test to watch as Hailey bent over to place her backpack on the floor, once again stopping to smile at Mr. McCabe. He watched her as she took her seat and crossed her legs, shifting her hips to the side and letting her skirt slide dangerously high above her thigh.
"Hailey, there's no food allowed in class." Mr. McCabe said frowning as he nodded toward the lollipop in Hailey's hand.
"But Mr. McCabe it's my birthday," she said sticking the bulbous candy into her mouth and slowly pulling it back out.
"Plus I'm eighteen now, should you really be able to tell me what to do?" She asked before ever so lightly licking it, cocking her head, letting out a sigh and then eventually throwing it into the trash can across from her desk.
"Back to your tests," Mr. McCabe said, looking down to grade some papers.
Jen waited a few minutes, frustrated with the lack of attention from her teacher, before getting up to ask him a question. She stood directly in front of him and pushed her test forwards.
"Mr. McCabe, I don't understand what question eight is asking," she said reaching her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and pushing her chest forwards.
Jen had specifically worn a tight white t-shirt without a bra underneath. It fell just below her bellybutton leaving a large gap between it, and her very low rise jeans. A single white tan line outlined her hip bone, drawing Mr. McCabe's attention to her flat stomach. His eyes moved upwards and for just and instant lingered on her chest. Jen watched as he had to actively pull his gaze from her, knowing that her little pink nipples were not only hard but probably very visible through her shirt. He cleared his throat and looked down to examine the test.
After sufficiently reading the texts he looked up to answer, yet his gaze was again hindered by her ample chest. Jen felt her pussy gush as he tried to avert his eyes but was pulled back once again, almost as if he had noticed something. She knew that he had seen the outline of a small nipple ring and his knowing turned her on more than any actual sexual encounter she had had previously. He looked at her slightly perplexed, shocked that someone like her would have such ornamentation on her body. Trying to right the situation, he again cleared his throated and scooted forward in his seat to explain the text in question.
Jen walked back to her desk pleased with the attention Mr. McCabe had unwillingly showed her and continued her test, now expecting his full attention. She was shocked when she looked up to find his eyes shifting between a paper on his desk and Hailey. She watched as his eyes narrowed as he looked at Hailey and then back down at his desk. He looked angry and yet somehow intrigued. With her curiosity getting the better of her, Jen set down her pencil and marched across the room to retrieve the bathroom pass. She stole a glance at Hailey, noticing that nothing was overly remarkable, before leaving the classroom. She took her time in the restroom to straighten herself up, tweaking the ring hanging from her nipple, making them both as hard as the diamonds surrounding it.
Jen tiptoed towards the classroom upon her return. She crept around the corner until the first few rows of desks were in her view. There she waited a few seconds until she saw Hailey slowly adjust in her seat. She watched as she uncrossed her legs, seductively bite her pencil and every so slightly open her legs revealing her clean shaven pussy before gingerly crossing them again on the other side, all the while keeping her eyes glued to her test. Jen peaked her head into the room until she saw a reflection of Mr. McCabe, and watched as he slid his hand between himself and the desk for just an instant before attempting to compose himself. A pang of anger and jealousy coursed through her and she had to take a moment before she could walk back into the classroom.
Jen quickly finished her test before taking the remainder of the period to think about her situation. She had never wanted anything more than the way she wanted to fuck Mr. McCabe and she wasn't going to let anything stop her from doing so. When the bell rang she sat, as other students around her rushed to turn in their test and leave for lunch. She watched as Hailey personally handed her test to Mr. McCabe.
"See you tomorrow Cabe," Hailey said using the nickname that students affectionately referred to him as.
Jen continued to watch as he glanced in Hailey's direction as she walked out the door. Two against one are better odds she thought as she turned in her test and quickly walked down the hall to catch up with Hailey.
"Hey. Hey! Hailey!" Jen shouted down a crowded hall.
Hailey turned to look at her confused as to what Jennifer Lane could possibly have to say to her.
"Yes?" She asked annoyed, shifting her hips to help hold up her books.
"Hey can we . . . Can I . . . I have to talk to you about something. Can we talk during lunch? Um in the photography room?" Jen said cautiously.
"About what?" Hailey inquired with a frown.
"It's umm . . . Jesus just meet me in the photography room at 12:30 ok? I have a favor to ask," Jen said, nodding her head and leaving before Hailey had a chance to say no.
Jen spent a lot of time in the photography room, Ms. Cline, the photography teacher usually left for lunch, allowing Jen to stay and work on projects. The woman wasn't exactly friendly and other students tried to avoid her at all costs, so Jen knew the room would be vacant.
Just as planned, Ms. Cline left leaving Jen alone to wait for Hailey. As the door closed, Jen looked at herself in the mirror. Her fingertips grazed the small outline of her nipple piercing sending a wave of heat through her body. She was probably one of the hottest girls in school with Hailey coming in as a close second. She was about 5'5" with long dark hair. She was very pretty, her green eyes and consistently pouty red lips popped against her lightly tan skin, but her body was probably her best asset. She wore a 34 DDD bra and had a tight flat stomach with a narrow waist that led to perfectly round hips that supported her heart shaped ass. Which at the moment, she had turned to survey. It was nice, in fact it was very nice but she knew Hailey's was much nicer. Hailey had a slim build, maybe a 34 C cup and she was equally as pretty, with long blonde hair down her back that always seemed to be perfectly curled at the ends. But if you were an ass man, Hailey was your girl.
Mr. McCabe would get the best of both worlds, Jen thought smiling. Just then Hailey appeared through the small window on the door. Jen watched as a guy from the basketball team leaned down to kiss her before taking a look at Jen and walking off.
