The Art Teacher:
Jodi Rogers, the thirty-six-year-old art teacher, smiles as she walks back to her desk, the dirty blonde-haired woman adored the young men in her class staring at her as she walked about the classroom. The teacher's tight black skirt barely covering her voluptuous bottom, pushing the limits of the school's dress code as her hips sway back and forth. The art teacher, much like the other female members of the faculty at the prestigious Smithfield Academy, made a regular habit of pushing the limits of what is acceptable by the school's code of conduct, treating the rules more as suggestions rather than guidelines.
Jodi's knee-high black leather boots click against the paint-stained tile floor of the school's longtime art room. The well-endowed woman's chest strains against the plain white blouse as it tries to conceal her large melon-like breasts. The caring teacher taking a few moments to lean over each of her students to compliment and critique their work; she giggles innocently as her breasts rub against the collection of high school seniors. Her vivid blue eyes shimmer as she enjoys giving each student attention, but she knows deep down the eighteen-year-old males that dominated her class roster are easily her favorites.
As Jodi returns to her large leather office chair, she places her plastic-framed glasses on the table and rubs her fingers across the bridge of her lightly freckled nose. The sound of the bell breaking the silence of the room as her students begin shuffling chairs about while dumping items into their respective backpacks. "Well, I hope you all have a good rest of the day, don't forget the assembly is tomorrow, and directly after that, we will be doing the art show here in class, so make sure your projects are ready to be displayed."
A collective grumble fills the room, as virtually no student in the room is ready for the art show day; in fact, most only sign up for the class to stare at their teacher rather than learning about watercolors. "Brian and Alex, I need you two to please come to the desk. I need to discuss the work or lack thereof I have seen from you two."
The pair of eighteen-year-old high school seniors both stare at the floor as they shuffle their feet towards the small wooden desk in the corner of the room. The couple both twitch their eyebrows and grin as they stand over their teacher, their vantage point giving the duo an almost free look straight down the low-cut tight blouse. The teacher taking her time picking up her plastic white framed glasses, placing them on her face before looking up at the two young men standing over her. Jodi takes her time before speaking, allowing her blue eyes to roam about the teenagers' bodies, momentarily stopping on the slight bulge in each other their jeans. Both young men continue to leer at their teacher's breasts, neither caring about how long she takes to address them.
"So, gentlemen, we need to talk," Jodi says as she playfully clicks her multi-colored nails against the wooden desk.
"Uh...Okay, Ms. Rogers, what is it we need to talk about?" Alex Smith, the taller, more athletically built of the two boys, says, as his dark brown eyes still have not moved off his teacher's lightly freckled tan flesh.
"Well, first and foremost, it is actually Mrs. Rogers, but that isn't the reason I kept you after class." Mrs. Rogers says as she corrects the young man.
"Okay...Mrs. Rogers, what have Alex and me done?" Brian White asks as he interjects himself into the ongoing conversation.
"I saw what little you have submitted for the art show, which as you know is over fifty percent of your yearly grade, and well, I am not impressed. I feel the pair of you are just screwing around and not taking things seriously."
Brian and Alex share a slight chuckle, as they know their teacher is correct about their efforts. "Well, Mrs. Rogers, Coach Anthony, told us to take your class just to get the easy credit, he said us being on the track team would help us, you know, get by."
"Oh, I see you two just want to get by because of your being athletes?"
"Well yeah, it has worked that way before, hasn't it?"
"Well, Alex, it can work that way if I am properly motivated to allow it to work that way. You could also end up like your fellow athlete Lawrence Jones and get suspended if I am so motivated to do that as well."
"Whoa!"
"Yeah, whoa, teach we can't get suspended. We both got colleges looking at us for scholarships."
"Well, Brian, Alex, I am fully aware of both of your athletic capabilities; however, I expect you two to take this more seriously and turn in some work. I can help with the "grades" part but not if there is no work turned in." Mrs. Roger's says as she takes a moment to make air quotes around the word "grades," Jodi says, as she stands up from her chair and steps closer to both the young men. "Coach Anthony and I have worked together before to help ensure you fine young men stay eligible, but I still require work; you can't just fuck off in here and do nothing," Jodi says as she slowly slides her long nails against one young man's chest then over the other teenager's chest.
"Uh...Okay, but..."
"But nothing Alex, Principal Edwards has worked hard to reform some of the more seedy stories about our school. He does require that some work be submitted, now how that work is graded again, he is very lenient on, and I am as well depending on my motivation."
Alex and Brian simply nod in agreement with the words of their teacher, the pulse of both teenagers quickening at the touch of the sexy teacher. The young men breathing deeply as they can feel their jeans tightening more as the art teacher takes her time slowly running her fingers up one's chest and then down the others. The only sound in the room the clicking of Jodi's boot heels as she begins walking around the athletic young men, her blue eyes scanning them over, almost looking at them as if they were pieces of meat rather than people.
"Now, gentlemen, I know I have likely made you both late for your next class, and for that, I am sorry. Inform your next teacher I held you after, and I will explain if that is needed to prevent further trouble for you both. I will be talking with Coach Anthony about what we can do to rectify the very sticky situation you two have created with your gross negligence in your work." Jodi says as she stands behind the pair, the tall heels of the knee-high boots allowing the normally five-foot-seven-inch teacher to whisper into the ears of the much taller young men as she spoke.
Alex and Brian both can feel goosebumps forming on their young flesh as the warm breath of their teacher caresses their ears. Each of them swearing they could feel the tongue of the older woman slightly flicking their ear lobes as she spoke. The pair nodding in unison as they acknowledge the teacher's words.
"Now then, I want you two to run along, and I don't want to have a conversation like this ever again with either of you; getting special treatment is going to happen. It has been a standard here for too long, and I don't aim to rock the boat. However, sheer fucking laziness and not even turning in a half-ass effort is some bullshit I will not tolerate. Are we all clear on this?" The dirty blonde-haired teacher says as her tone changes from her ordinarily happy, almost perky self to authoritative with a touch of anger, especially with the inflection she placed on each cuss word.
The sexual tension forming in the room makes the air seem heavy as the young men are almost trembling. Brian swallows hard, then nods yes; Alex follows suit doing precisely the same, swallowing hard then nodding in the affirmative.
"Don't fucking nod, answer me!"
"Yes, Mrs. Rogers," Brian quickly says, his voice nearly cracking as he answers.
