"Mr French?" the call came from the classroom, startling him from his reverie. He brought his focus back to see Jessica with her arm in the air. He stood and went over to her, trying as always not to think about how attractive she was.
His senior biology class was small. There were only 8 students and he felt incredibly lucky to have Jessica as part of it. She was a unique person. Stunning, she modelled but was determined to complete her education rather than drop it. Tall and lithe with an elfin face, one smile from her would send a room full of schoolboys (and a few teachers) into paroxysms of unrequited lust. When she walked down the school hall, puddles of drool formed before the boys and more than one set of dagger-eyes were directed at her by jealous girls. He doubted that she was even aware of what a flick of her long dark hair could do to a boy.
The fact that she was genuinely nice saved her from being the subject of jealous attacks. She wasn't part of the cheerleader clique or the 'fashionable girls' but seemed to float happily between all groups, confident enough in who she was that she didn't need anyone else to define her.
"What's up Jessica?" he asked as he came close to her desk. He desperately tried not to look down her blouse. She had leaned forward and probably should have had another button done up. He caught a glimpse of white cotton cupping her pert little tits. They weren't large, but he imagined they were perfect. She sat back as he came to a stop in front of her desk, taking the view away and saving him from the impossible distraction.
"I don't get this," she said, waving her hand vaguely at the book.
"What don't you get Jessica?"
"All of it. Biology. I mean I get the macro stuff, the bits you can see and touch and stuff, but all this micro stuff? It doesn't make sense."
"Well all you need to do for now is learn the names. Don't worry too much about 'getting it'. We can work on that later. If you at least know the names and what things look like we can help you later with how it all fits together to work."
Jessica sighed heavily. She clearly wasn't convinced.
"Look, if you want some extra help, you can always come and see me at the end of the day."
"Ok, thanks Mr. French."
Jack walked back to his desk, wondering whether he had really been of any help. He couldn't spend the whole lesson bringing her up to speed. They'd covered a lot of the material she was struggling with the week before but Jessica had been on a modelling assignment. Usually she'd fit it in around schoolwork but this shoot hadn't been able to be moved. Apparently it was lucrative enough for her to put off the schoolwork. On the up side, at least she cared enough to want to learn it. It was unusual to see her in such a flustered state over something so minor though. He'd noticed with Jessica that as a result of the modelling, she was usually very self- assured. When she knew what she wanted, there wasn't much that could stand in her way.
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Jessica watched Mr. French walk away from her. He really had a nice butt. If there was one thing that Jessica had come to appreciate during her modelling, it was the look of older men. Everywhere she went she met older men. The ones that looked after themselves had a maturity to their bodies that the boys at school only showed signs of growing into. The boys at school were totally immature as well which didn't help. The only problem with the men she met around the modelling gigs was that they tended to be pigs. They seemed to feel entitled to that because she was young she would just fall over at their feet and worship them. She was pretty, not dumb.
The more she watched Mr. French, the more she thought about him. He definitely kept in shape. She'd heard some of the other girls comment about it. Apparently Sara had seen him out cycling once. Some of the girls had cringed at the thought of seeing a teacher decked out in lycra but Sara had assured them that he filled it out very nicely, especially in the front!
Jessica kept watching as he returned to his desk, wondering if he filled his trousers out as well as he apparently filled the lycra. In the time that it took him to take his seat he didn't reveal enough to give her a clue either way. She turned back to her books with a sigh, but a seed had been planted. She failed to focus and was glad when Mr. French finally stood back up and resumed teaching. The only problem was that she didn't pay attention to what he was saying. She checked him out instead. She wondered how old he was. He looked old enough to be her father, though her father hadn't kept in shape at all, so it might not be a fair comparison. Jessica pondered all sorts of things that were biology related but weren't part of the course. She shifted her left hand down into her lap and pushed her school skirt between her legs. It trapped her hand between her thighs. She gently rocked against it.
By the time the class was over she was seriously turned on. She hoped no one noticed how flushed she was. It was only on her way out the class that Mr. French reminded her that if she wanted some help to come and see him after school.
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Jack wondered if she would show. He sat in his office; the noise of the school had quickly diminished as the students ran for the freedom of home, the staff left to prepare for the following day. He thought back to the glance down Jessica's blouse. It caused a stirring in his pants just as there was a knock on the doorframe. He looked up to see Jessica. She stood framed in the doorway like a schoolgirl goddess.
"Is it ok if I come in for some help Mr. French?"
Porn scenes fluttered through his mind before he could banish them and he had to cough and clear his throat before he affirmed that it was.
Jessica strolled in and dumped her bag beside the chair on the other side of his desk. She sat casually and pulled out her book; opening it to the chapter they were studying. Jack started to talk her through the parts that she had missed the week before. He slowly explained and re-explained how everything came together and banished wrong thoughts from his mind.
He sighed when Jessica giggled at him. He'd said 'Come together' and was surprised that it had even triggered a reaction. At least she had the good grace to blush when he stopped and looked quizzically at her. He had to work hard not to lose focus at that point.
"What I really don't get is this little thing," Jessica said, pointing to something small in the book. Jack asked her to pass the book across. Jessica slid it across his desk, and turned it so that it was the right way up. Jessica stood up and leaned over the desk to point to it and her blouse fell away from her chest as she did so. Jack couldn't help himself. He looked. It was a perfect view down the front of her blouse. He saw the curve of her breasts, the white cotton of her bra ... enough to cause his cock to stiffen in response. It was only with an effort of will that he dragged his attention back to the book.
The cleaner started up the floor polisher in the hall and the noise assaulted Jack and Jessica within the small office. Jack stood up and went and closed the door to give them enough silence to be able to think again.
"Now which bit was it?" he asked as he sat again. He looked up to Jessica and she met his gaze. He was way too conscious of the state of her blouse as she bent forward again.
"This thing, she said tapping it. I can't work out how it relates to what's written. It doesn't seem to be mentioned."
Jack looked closer and laughed.
"What's so funny?" Jessica asked.
Jack opened the top drawer of his desk and took out an eraser. He scrubbed out the squiggle that had been causing such consternation.
"That, Jessica, is graffiti," he laughed.
"Oh for fuck's sake!' Jessica said.
"Language Jessica," he admonished her, surprised at the outburst.
"Oops, sorry. This is biology though and so its part of the subject."
