At 6:45am every weekday Daryl was forced to wake up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock to go to school. It was his last year and finally he was 18. He was sick of the same routine everyday and it was beginning to show in his grades. Daryl jumped out of bed and proceeded to get in the shower like he did everyday and then had his breakfast, making sure he was out the door by 8:00. As much as he was hating school he still didn't like to arrive late.
The end of the first semester was drawing near and panic was beginning to set in, knowing he would not graduate if he didn't pass his courses. He had no idea how he would get the marks he needed. During his math class his teacher Miss. Reynolds asked him to stay for a few minutes after class so they could discuss his issues.
"Ok, I guess I can do that," replied Daryl to his teacher's request.
The bell rang and all the other students left to go to their next classes leaving Daryl behind. Miss Reynolds asked Daryl to bring his chair next to her at her desk so that she can show him his file and see if there's anything that can be done to get a passing grade.
Daryl sat next to her and started off with, "I really don't know what has happened to me. I've lost the desire to study and I just can't wait to be done with high school so I can move on with my life."
With a warm look on her face his teacher said, "Well that's why I asked you to stay a few extra minutes. I think we can work something out to improve your grades in enough time for report cards."
Daryl was very interested in what she had to say and was in no hurry to get to his next class anyways so he waited to hear her out.
Miss Reynolds was a single 35 yr old woman with light brown hair that she usually wore up in a bun because it bothered her to have it in her face all the time. She always wore knee length skirts and smelled very nice all the time. None of the students really had a crush on her because she was more of a nerdy teacher. Daryl never really thought too much of her either, just tolerated her because he had to.
As their little meeting continued she was going through all his marks with him when one of the top buttons of her blouse let go exposing the top of her cleavage. Daryl couldn't help but take a peak. Miss Reynolds was not the least bit embarrassed about the button and even looked directly at Daryl. She asked with a giggle, "Did you like what you saw?"
Daryl was embarrassed and had no response to her question. The next thing shocked the hell out of him when Miss Reynolds started rubbing his thigh. She started off down by his knee just to test him and then when he didn't react badly she slowly made her way up towards his crotch.
"Umm what are you doing Miss Reynolds?" asked Daryl.
"This is how we'll get your grades up Daryl hunny."
Daryl had no idea what that meant and was almost too afraid to ask but did anyways. She continued to run her hand up and down his leg gently brushing against his private area.
Miss Reynolds began to speak saying, "Of all my students you are the only one that I've ever found attractive and from day one I had this ungodly urge to see if you know what you're doing."
Daryl found himself in a situation he never ever thought he'd be in and wasn't totally sure if he wanted to be in it either.
Miss Reynolds continued to rub when finally she looked at him and Asked, "Would you like to see what's under my blouse?"
Daryl got fully erect at this question and looked at her and smiled so she began to unbutton her blouse running her fingers along her skin after each button.
Her shirt flung open exposing her perky C cup breasts. "Touch them Daryl," she urged.