Demi Maxwell was the hottest fucking 18 year old that I had ever laid my eyes on. Unfortunately, she was also the best student in my AP Government class at Langston High School.
Yes, you heard that right. She was my student.
So while her body might've made its way into just about every single jackoff fantasy I had throughout that school year, it was a strictly look-and-don't-touch sort of situation.
Those final days leading up to the summer vacation had been particularly torturous as the warm weather had come out and with it, every tiny pair of shorts, mini-skirt, and blouse that challenged the school's dress code seemed to come directly out of closet to drip down her body.
She had sandy, brown hair that she wore in medium length curls and her freckles came out of hibernation in conjunction with the spring blossoms. She was the type of girl whose body just made you want to collapse from how good it was. She'd walk by in a simple pair of jean shorts and white tank top and guys would stop talking. Hell, girls would stop talking.
She was cute and hot and beautiful all at once. She could go from innocent little thing to alluring mystery with the simple arch of an eyebrow. She would often play with the strands of her hair as she'd chew on the ends during class or simply tickle her skin with it. Even she didn't fully know just how much power she had over people. It was a daily challenge for me just to stay focused on the lessons at hand.
But it was never easy. And that was particularly true on the very last day of class.
The seniors last school day was a few days earlier than the other grades as they had graduation and other things to things to keep them busy. Classes were all finished at this point. The finals had been taken and grades were already inputted. The final week was basically just one big excuse to write overly long yearbook messages and talk about summer vacation and college plans.
Most teachers played movies or did nothing at all.
I noticed her the second she walked into my class for the final time. I had to admit I was going to miss getting to ogle her anytime she walked into my room. And the very last outfit she had chosen was one to remember for sure.
She was wearing this yellow sundress which was flowy and yet, seemed to just fall over her skin like sunshine itself. Her breasts were beautifully on display in a cute line of perfectly propped cleavage and her legs were smooth and tanned and begging to be touched. Even there you could see how her cute freckles came out in the sun and made little patterns up and down her thighs. The hem of the dress was definitely higher-up than dress code would've ever allowed, but they were all done, what was I going to do, give her detention on the last day of school? As if I cared. She was a fucking walking-fantasy and she knew it. I was more than happy to allow her a little more leash on such a beautiful day outside.
I gasped a little under my breath as she bent over her desk to put her backpack down. Her ass was absolutely ripe.
The other reason that it was so difficult to have her distractingly sexual presence so nearby was also wrapped up in the many rumors I had heard about Demi.
Apparently she'd been caught fooling around with a couple of guys in the ASB storage closet and there were other stories too of her naughty proclivities that had made their way around the teacher's gossip roundtable. Demi had a reputation that followed her around as a definite bad girl.
This always impressed me due to just how clever and controlled she was in my class. Her essays were remarkable and her intelligence was very clear. She had breezed through my more difficult coursework with ease and she was a very dedicated student. The rumors of her naughty streak that she kept so well hidden only made her seem all the more fuckable.
And so, as the final class wore on, I constantly found my eyes drifting over to drink in her juicy and delectable body.
There was one such occasion later on in the period where she glanced over at me unexpectedly while in the middle of a conversation with her friend and totally caught me looking. She smiled a little at me as I turned away blushing. When they'd finished talking I saw her get up and approach my desk with her yearbook in hand.
"Would you sign my yearbook, Mr. Davidson?" She asked with the cutest little hint of a pout in her face.
I took her yearbook and handed her mine in return. "Ah yes, of course, and here, you can sign mine as well, Demi." I handed her my own yearbook which was far less full as I didn't go around seeking signatures unless students particularly approached me.
I wrote the same sort of message that I write in every student's yearbook—something very generic and safe. But then for some reason I added, "You have always been one of my absolute favorites," to the very end of the inscription. I didn't know why I did that. But I couldn't help a little flirtation with this bombshell that had crossed and uncrossed her legs all year in front of me like hypnotic metronomes.
She took her time filling out my book at her desk and soon the bell was ringing and the students were saying their final goodbyes as they filed out my door as I wished them all good luck on their entrance into the wide world of adulthood.
As I said my farewells to the last few stragglers and the door swung shut, I turned around and realized that Demi was still sitting in the front row finishing her message in my yearbook. She was the last one there.
God, she looked amazing as she chewed on the end of her blue gel pen, deep in thought, her creamy legs extending out from below the tiny dress, her breasts plump and perky in her exposed cleavage.
I went back to sit at my desk right across the room from where she was dutifully writing and I started sorting through some things. I usually would've been racing the other teachers to my car in order to beat the line that formed in the gated teacher's lot, but you only get so many opportunities in life to be alone with a girl that looks like the sexual personification of honeycomb; and so I found reasons to look busy as I ruffled and organized random paperwork and put things into random drawers for no reason whatsoever.
When Demi was finally finished she clicked her pen and shut the yearbook as she walked up to set it on my desk.
"I'm gonna miss you Mr. Davidson, this was definitely my fav class." She smiled at me as her hands leaned on the edge of my desk. She was leaning forward a little which caused her boobs to spill out even more from her dress. They looked like they were practically begging to be touched and groped—pears with all the perk of her late teen years propped up agonizingly towards me.
"Thanks Demi, and thanks for being such an attentive student all year long." My mouth felt dry as I talked to her. "So, do you have any plans for the summer?" I asked, leaning back in my chair and enjoying the view of her lithesome figure leaning against the front of my desk as I sipped some of my water from my thermos.
"Well, I start college in the fall, so I'm mostly hoping to just relax, ya know? Go to the lake a lot. Get a really good tan. Sleep in every morning. Oh, and probably get fucked as much as I can."
I choked a little on my water as she said that last line.
I looked up at her now and noticed that her hand was playing with the spaghetti strap of her dress.
I watched as she stared at me and smiled a naughty little smile through the small curve of her lip. She slipped the strap slowly down her shoulder as more of her chest came into view. Then I watched as she did the same with her other strap. She peeled the dress seductively down her chest to her waist.
She was wearing a thin, strapless bra which she quickly unsnapped and let fall to the floor and her sexy, young breasts were now naked in front of me with her surprisingly big nipples fully puffed in my direction.
Neither of us had said anything still. I hadn't told her to leave like I should've. She was completely in control of me at this point. I couldn't have protested if I'd tried. How was I supposed to be responsible with her breasts hanging there like that?
