The alarm clock screamed insistently from the bedside table, but this morning, Janie (known as Ms. Jones to her class of twenty seven-year-olds) sat up with a smile. Why? Because it was Friday. Oh, it wasn't the fact that it was almost the weekend that made her happy, or even that it was the last week of school before nearly three blissful months off. Unlike many of her fellow teachers, she didn't see the weekend as a chance to escape those little brats they had to keep track of in order to collect their monthly paycheck - okay, none of them really thought that, but you'd be hard-pressed to tell on a Friday afternoon. No, Janie had always known that bringing up the next generation, and the one after that, would be her calling. It's true that she would have preferred teaching the older set, but as one of her college advisors had, rather lasciviously, reminded her, she had to face facts. She was simply too sexy to teach adolescent boys.
Oh, it sounded egotistical to say so, but she'd been told that by more than just that old pervert. She had great self-esteem, but it was hard for her to think of herself like that. Sure, she was somewhat slender with an hourglass figure and pert, grapefruit-sized breasts that could have paid the rent. She had mounds of thick, wavy brown hair, matching doe eyes, and slightly pouty, kissable lips. She had long legs, shapely calves, and an ass that wouldn't quit. Still, she just hadn't wanted to believe it, until she did her student teaching. One week in a sixth grade classroom had shown her that, frankly, some of the boys just weren't going to be able to keep their minds on their work, so it was to primary grades she went.
She loved her first-graders, but, it was nice to have some help, and on Friday, she had it. Friday was the day that Oscar Mendoza, a fresh-faced college kid, came to volunteer in her classroom. At first she had thought of him as just some kid, though of course she valued the extra hand with her class. But after a few months, it was apparent that something was changing. When she looked at him, her insides turned into a quivering pile of jelly. God, he was... he was hot!
No, more than that, he was absolutely gorgeous. From his thick wavy hair and big, brown eyes to his swimmer's physique and broad smile, he was perfect in every way. Janie couldn't help but wonder if he would be just as enthusiastic in bed as he was in her classroom. She felt like such a pervert for even thinking about it, because she was older than he was - but, at 32, not THAT much older, she would remind herself, rationalizing her desire.
She had been able to control herself for nine long months, but as the school year drew to a close, she knew that she had to try something, anything, to get Oscar to bed. She was hoping it wouldn't be too hard - he was a man in his twenties, after all. Still, she had come up with a plan. It started with The Sweater. Every woman should have a sweater like this one, she thought. Her friends called it the Man-Eating Sweater. It was a striking red color that went well with her coloring, thin and tight to mold perfectly to her breasts, yet covered enough skin to be wearable anywhere. It had drawn a second glance from Oscar the first time she wore it, and she hoped for a repeat.
She paired it with a tight pencil skirt and low heels. A lot of teachers would be dressing casually, especially for the last day of school, but she wanted to look special.
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That afternoon, Janie saw her excitable kids off, and chatted with Oscar about the year and the progress they'd made with the kids. She checked her phone and said, "Oh, gosh, the teacher I normally carpool with had a little emergency and has to go straight home!" Just a little white lie, she rationalized. "I guess I'll have to see if someone else would mind giving me a lift," she said, as if to herself.
"I have a car, Ms. Jones. I could give you a ride home," Oscar said eagerly.
"Oh, would you? That would be so sweet," Janie replied, smiling gratefully.
As soon as they were in the car, she fanned herself. "Goodness, it's getting so hot these days, isn't it?" She peeled off her sweater to reveal a thin white tank top through which her lacy blue bra was barely visible. It was low cut, and her generous cleavage was shown off to full advantage. Oscar studiously kept his eyes in front of him, but she saw him glancing over from time to time. Absently, he flicked on the air conditioning - it really was hot, about 100 degrees, and the sweat trickling down her chest was chilled by the air.
She felt her nipples pricking up in the freezing gusts of air, and thought the nervous drumming on the steering wheel told her that Oscar had noticed, too. The ride was blissfully short, and when they had pulled up in the driveway, Janie turned to Oscar and smiled.
"I would really like to thank you for taking the time to bring you here. Would you like to come in for something cold to drink?" When Oscar hesitated, she added, "I just thought, since it might be the last time we see each other, it would be nice to talk about how the kids did, and your career plans, that kind of thing."
"Okay, sure, that sounds good," he finally said.
He followed her up to the porch, and she bent over to retrieve the mail in front of her door, feeling the fabric of her skirt stretching slightly over her shapely ass. Putting it on a bit thick, she reprimanded herself, but why not? He was still coming in, wasn't he?
She got them both glasses of iced tea, and they sat on the couch together, their knees touching companionably. Oscar seemed a little nervous. Setting her drink down, she rested her hand lightly on his leg and leaned in a little.
"Oscar, I just want to thank you for everything you've done for me this year. You know, it was such a help to have you there. Kids can be such a handful!"
Oscar's eyes flicked down and back up. He licked his lower lip nervously and nodded, a little too fast.
"Well, I really enjoy it. It's such a good feeling to be able to help the kids so much."
Janie slid her hand toward his groin, and felt Oscar's muscles tighten under her fingers.
"It's just so helpful. So if there's ever anything I can do for you, at all, to thank you, let me know."
"I, ah, mmm, that's really nice of you," he said, with some difficulty. A light sheen of sweat shone on his forehead. "But really just the, ah, satisfaction of helping out is enough."
"Well, if you're sure. It's an awful lot of hard work for a volunteer." Janie rubbed her palm on his thigh, and felt her fingertips bump up against something firm in his pants. Oscar groaned softly.
