**Note: All participants are 18 or older and all characters and situations are fictional.**
"Thomas," Mrs. Zimmermann said sternly. Tommy winced. "Give me your phone."
Her high heels clicked on the hard floor as she moved quickly to him. She snatched the offending device from his hands before he could lock it.
"If you're going to insist on texting in class, the class is going to hear what you have to say." She pulled up the message, adjusted her glasses, and began to read aloud. "Mrs. Z is a..." she stopped, not willing to read the word "cunt" aloud in class. Her face turned red and she stared angrily at Tommy.
"You have earned yourself a week of detention, sir. I will be letting the headmaster know about this. And I am keeping this phone until after school!" With that, she slipped Tommy's phone in her desk drawer and went back to the board.
Tommy couldn't help but admire her looks. Jennifer Zimmermann was shorter than Tommy by about two inches, making her 5'4". Her long, shapely legs were emphasized by her affinity for high heels and nylons, even in summer. She preferred skirts to pants. Today she was wearing a gray skirt with some kind of pattern on it and an ivory silk blouse, along with black stockings and 4" heels. The skirt flattered her butt and hips, pulling snugly across them as she moved. Likewise, her blouse complemented her 33D cleavage. A pearl necklace and a pair of diamond-studded dangly earrings completed the look. Her hair was long and curly, a shade of light brown that was beginning to go gray. She kept it in a neat, professional bun. In fact, Tommy had never seen it down, so he had no idea how long it actually was.
Mrs. Zimmermann was the best math teacher in the district. She was also the most strict. Everyone who had taken her class had found her classroom rules to be annoyingly demanding and her homework and tests were legendary for their difficulty. She prided herself in her ability to teach math to anyone, often going out of her way to reintroduce and reinforce concepts from grades past. She really loved her students, especially the boys, though she kept her strict, almost angry, demeanor with everyone.
Tommy was one of the ones whom she most wanted to help. He was clearly suffering from a rough home life. His homework, when he did turn it in, was sloppy and showed that he was struggling to keep up. In fact, he was not keeping up at all but was falling behind to the point that she wasn't sure if he could actually finish the class. She knew he needed this class to graduate. At 18, he was already a year behind his peers, having been held back once or twice in middle and high school. He was also cute. Jennifer liked boys who weren't big enough to be jocks but who were at least an inch or two taller than she. Tommy looked to be 5'6", though she doubted he weighed more than 120 pounds. She idly wondered about the size of his cock as she wrote out a homework problem on the board. Boys who didn't have much experience were especially a turn-on because she could teach them how to be good lovers rather than having to put up with whatever bad habits they had picked up from their equally inexperienced girlfriends. She hadn't seen him talking to many girls, and certainly didn't seem to have dated much.
She turned and faced the class, waiting for them to copy down the problem. She glanced at Tommy, who was scribbling in his notebook. She had plans for him, though he didn't know it yet.
Tommy felt Mrs. Zimmermann's gaze on him and surreptitiously glanced at her. The way she was standing accentuated her figure and he started to get hard. He'd like bang her for sure. Maybe a good fucking would make her loosen up. He squirmed in his seat, finishing his notes as the bell rang. The room was instantly chaos as twenty-two other students gathered their belongings and left, chattering all the while. Tommy just sat there, dreading what was going to happen next.
Mrs. Zimmermann waited for the last student to leave before moving over to Tommy's desk. "Thomas, you're falling behind. You haven't kept up with the homework, and your grades are suffering. You need this class to graduate, and I would hate to have to hold you back another year just for this class. This is on top of your behavior in class, which is disruptive and disrespectful. Calling me awful names behind my back is grounds for suspension, and coupled with everything else, for expulsion. You don't want that."
Tommy looked down at his desk, enjoying the glimpse of his teacher's nylon-clad leg as she stood before him. Mrs. Zimmermann smelled amazing, a mixture of her perfume and the sweat of the day after being in a hot, stuffy classroom since morning. His cock stirred despite the trouble he was in. He shifted uncomfortably, hoping she didn't see the growing tent in his shorts.
"Thomas, you're going to stay an extra hour after class every day and work with me until you are caught up. Judging by your test scores, we need to back up quite a ways."
"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled. It wasn't like he had any choice, or anything else to do.
She slapped a worksheet onto his desk. "Begin with this. If you need help, let me know."
Mrs. Zimmermann returned to her own desk to begin her daily planning and grade session. Having him stay an hour after school would be good. Perhaps he could get at least his math homework done and she'd have a cute boy to watch. She had seen the effect she was having on his shorts. It was so cute when they acted out in an attempt to get her attention, doubly so when they were too awkward to actually do anything when she gave it to them.
The hour droned on. Tommy watched Mrs. Zimmermann cross and uncross her legs, hoping for a glance up her skirt. He wondered what color panty she wore. She sat and ignored him, working on something of her own. Eventually, she casually spread her legs open, seemingly unaware that her skirt had ridden up far enough that he could catch a glimpse of her upper thigh and the lacy tops of her stockings. She idly twisted her desk chair a bit, caught up in the paperwork before her. Tommy was having a hard time containing his excitement. He realized he had been holding his breath and let it out slightly too loudly. He froze, staring at his paper, wondering if she had heard him. But she continued to be engrossed in her work and seemed to pay him no mind. He carefully stole another glance, finally seeing a glimmer of teal between her legs. His cock was now as fully erect as it could be in the confines of his shorts.
He finally finished his worksheet and began the next one. Mrs. Zimmermann sat more still now, straighter, the peep show over. Every time she moved, however, Tommy couldn't help but look, hoping to see more.
Finally the hour was up and Tommy began to gather his books and papers. Mrs. Zimmermann met him at the door, his phone in her hand. Tommy couldn't help but notice her nipples, imprinted hard against the fabric of her blouse. Mrs. Zimmermann saw him looking and touched his chin, pulling his gaze up to her blue eyes.
"Here's your phone," she said. There was a softness in her voice that he hadn't heard often at all. "Don't be on it in class, and quit calling me awful names. I'm not going to report it to the headmaster this time. But I will confiscate it again if you keep letting it distract you. I meant what I said about study hall, though. You're so far behind, and I would hate to have you miss graduation when we can catch you up. So from now until you're caught up you will stay after class and I will tutor you."
Tommy nodded. He was grateful that she wasn't going to report him to the headmaster. He didn't want to be suspended. His father would beat him if that happened.
"And quit trying to look up my skirt," she finished. Tommy blushed. She had seen him after all.
"Yes, I saw you looking. You're much more obvious than you think."
A few weeks went by. Every day Tommy stayed after math class and Mrs. Zimmermann helped him. When it was just the two of them, she was much more relaxed. She laughed at his corny jokes. She sat very close to him, usually touching, as they worked problems together. Sometimes, if she was standing near his desk, she would lean over and let a boob graze his shoulder or bend in such a way that he could see down her blouse. It was all very deniable, of course. She rather enjoyed the way he reacted; he would get increasingly awkward as he got more and more aroused. Yet he was also learning and beginning to actually grasp the material. He was going to pass after all. She was pleased with the way things were going and decided she was ready for the next step.
