All characters in this story, sexually involved or not, are 18 years of age and older.
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"Sorry I'm late," nineteen year-old Hazel Radley apologized as she entered the classroom and walked briskly to her seat.
"Welcome Ms Radley," Professor Norgrove replied to her greeting. Normally he would give her a cold shoulder but since she was only five minutes late as compared to the usual twenty, he was impressed enough to be a little warmer.
Thirty-seven year old Kenneth Norgrove was Hazel's history and homeroom teacher and the fantasy of many school girls in the academy. He stood 6'2" with an overall trim body. While all the other teachers in school showed signs of gaining weight with age, Kenneth kept himself fit. He had a full mane of jet black hair and kept clean shaven look but just like any other teacher, he was dressed in office pants and light blue long sleeve which he rolled up to his elbow. Hazel was no exception to being attracted to him; out of all the countless nights that she would jerk off before bed, half of them would be about Kenneth.
"I'll have to remind you that after your recess, your report slips will be handed to you and your rankings will be shown to let you know where each of you stand on the class and your level cohort. But for now, I'm going start a new topic, the Bay of Pigs Invasion. Just take a look at the first page of your handout before I begin the lecture," Kenneth had made his announcement to the class.
Hazel was well aware that things are not going to go well for her. She had never taken her academics seriously; the only reason she went to school was to make friends. She was the life of a party popular girl that slackers gravitate to and nerds would despise(but jerk off to) and only studied enough to barely scrape through to make it to the next academic year. She would spend most of the weekends going to frat parties bingeing on gin tonic before banging the jocks and most of the weeknights playing video games and scrolling through memes on the internet.
As Professor Norgrove was explaining the topic to the class, Hazel was too busy looking at his lips and staring at his rear to listen to the content. 'Oh god, I just wish he would take me here and now and fuck me like a little whore...he looks so yummy!' That was only thought that ran through her head during the lesson...'Wait a second, maybe that is possible. Well, not at that moment of course but soon enough,' An idea struck her head. She is going to have so much fun. Hazel spent the rest of the lesson admiring her sexy teacher.
After two boring lessons in the morning, it was time for recess. Hazel and her clique occupied a whole bench having their meal and exchanging a whole bunch of inside jokes with one another.
"You guys scared about getting your results later?" One of girls decided to bring up the topic.
"Not going to lie, I am. I was completely lost during the Chrmistry and Additional Math papers and those are crucial subjects," one of the guys replied.
"How about you Hazel? Don't tell me you are flunking again." Another girl asked Hazel.
Hazel demurely shook her head. She knew very well that she had been neglecting her studies throughout the semester.
"What? You better mentally prepare yourself, girl. Kenneth is going to do his usual routine of calling individuals after class to have a talk with him. It's gonna be super uncomfortable," the same girl gave Hazel a reminder of the reality of the situation.
"He called me to stay back after class last year for the same thing before the long holidays," Hazel told the others. "I think he's going to talk to me again later which I don't really care. Just a few minutes and we'll be done."
The truth was it did not matter what kind of trouble she got into with Kenneth. In fact, she would be more than happy to talk the Professor one on one alone in the classroom after all the other students have left.
Hazel left her clique after she was done with her meal, telling them that she had some errand to run. She walked to one of the empty buildings situated between the school laboratories and the lecture theatre. Her popularity in school had given her a social leverage; She became friends with one of the school's secret society which she had earned the trust of. In turn, they told her of a student wizz who had access to the school's electronic system and might be able to temper with the security even. This wizz would spend his recess and after hours in the very same room Hazel was standing outside of six days a week.
After a few seconds of checking her surroundings, Hazel knocked on the door. An audio was played, "What's the password?"
"Erm...Double..Hucow?" Hazel was hoping the the password given to her by the secret society would be correct.
The audio responded, "Access approved, enter." The door opened automatically. Hazel entered the room. It was as big as any class room but the mess was unbearable. There were notes on economics and business on two tables and the rest of the room were empty cartoons of milk and bowls of unfinished yoghurt and cheese. At the end of the room a boy was sitting on his chair doing some work on his laptop. It was the wizz guy Hazel wanted to see. Surprisingly, he was far from being a nerd Hazel had imagined. He was not a lady killer either but he knew how to present himself, neatly combed blonde hair wearing long khaki pants and black collar shirt.
"My name is Hazel and you're the school wizz, right?" Hazel wanted to clarify.
"That's what the weird people call me but you can just call me Brian. Take a seat," Brian introduced himself.
Hazel sat down by one of the cleaner tables "You're a workaholic aren't you? Spending your recess alone doing assignments?" Hazel was blunt. Well, he was another student anyway, no harm trying to start a conversation.
"Oh don't misunderstand me, I'm not some snobby nerd. I want to start my own business but I too, need to graduate like the other kids here. Every minute of my day or week counts," Brian explained.
"Oo, what business are you starting?" Hazel was curious.
"A Milk company. Well it's obvious from what you've seen here. So, what can I do for you?" Brian inquired.
"I heard you have access to the school security system. If that is true, I'm in need of your service. It's not a difficult task though," Hazel said.
