Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Extra Credit: The Tease Ch. 1. All characters in this story are eighteen years old or older. This story is of course a work of complete fiction.
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Mrs. Kelser looked at the name on the student seating chart for Mr. Gardel's last hour. The name sounded familiar, and as it turned out, she too had this girl in her class. Her name was Waian Sfanu, a quiet girl with beautiful dark eyes and long, rich brown hair falling all the way to her lower back, which gleamed with both lighter and darker shades in the sun that came pouring through the window right next to Waian's seat. Waian was the kind of girl that always smiled, got along with everyone, and always dressed to compliment her form, while still leaving something to the imagination. To say that Waian's subtle sexuality kept the boys distracted was an understatement.
It was an almost daily occurrence for Mrs. Kelser to watch the young men in her classroom trying to hide their erections, walking like stiff little scarecrows when she would call them up to her desk for not paying attention, daydreaming of Waian's mouth around their little virgin pricks. She had caught every one of them at some point, even the ones she was convinced were gay, staring at Waian's full dark lips and her small, soft hands, even the light texture of her fair bronze skin. She was the kind of challenge guys mind-fucked all day. They were all driven to be the one to corrupt her and bring out the whore that she couldn't quite hide in the way that her hips and her breasts were made for attention, the perfect profile. The look in a guy's eye when he is completely overwhelmed with a girl's body is unmistakable, and the more virginal she looks, the better. Waian was the perfect combination of untouched, but not quite untouchable, and any guy that she walked past would sell their soul to pop her cherry.
Before Mr. Gardel's demand that she bring Waian to him, Waian's situation with the boys was something Mrs. Kelser simply couldn't help noticing and found comical at times in regard to her hobbling scarecrow boys trying to camouflage their little pitched tents, but now it was a goal of hers to do what those boys had always fallen short of. She needed to earn Waian's trust, get into her mind to take advantage of her body, or risk losing the young, muscular, animal fuck-of-her-life, Mr. Gardel. She was amazed what she was suddenly willing to go through to be fucked by him again. Mrs. Kelser was never a slut, though her intentions had been waiting for the right opportunity. He was the man who had looked passed her youthful, deceivingly innocent appearance. He was the man who had nearly broken her with the powder keg of repressed sexual force she had released from him, and which he had then unleashed on her, snarling and fucking her nearly in half.
Which is why Mrs. Kelser had been keeping an especially close eye on Waian as of late, watching to see if she showed any interest in the boys, any one boy in particular, or even if she seemed to like girls for that matter. She needed to know more about Waian, and the only idea she had was the most obvious one, exploiting the teacher-student relationship as Mr. Gardel thought he had when he was fucking her, posing as a sweet little blonde student with cock on her mind.
As the bell rang announcing Mrs. Kelser's long awaited lunch hour, she approached Waian as she joined the herd of students walking out the door towards the cafeteria, catching her by the arm to turn her around with a wide, bright-eyed smile to lower Waian's defenses, a true predator in her own right as Mr. Gardel had found out.
"Waian, I just wanted to grab you for a minute to see if you had any time after school this week?"
Waian smiled at her but seemed confused, an obvious concern that she was in some kind of trouble.
"You're not in any trouble," Mrs. Kelser quickly reassured her, "there's just a few things you seem to be struggling with that I thought I might be able to help you…get a better feel for. It's just kind of hard to give that one-on-one attention when there's twenty-nine of you, you know?"
Waian was actually one of her better students, in the higher B range with the occasional A+ hardly coming as any surprise to Mrs. Kelser, especially for a course like Advanced Algebra.
"Uhh, sure!" Waian said with mock enthusiasm. "When would be a good time for you?"
"Anytime," Mrs. Kelser said with a deceiving smile.
Waian cocked her hips to one side, leaning on one leg and shuffling her books in her arms, pushing her butt out with a subtle arch of her back that Mrs. Kelser, as a woman of detail, couldn't help but notice, watching Waian put herself on display for her, and for the crowd of students walking by her door, catching the eye of several male students who nearly ran into people trying to sneak an extended peek.
Waian was wearing tight white jeans that flared slightly at the bottom and clung to her thighs at the top, squeezing the incredibly sexy nubile flesh of her long, toned legs to the point of nearly busting free at the seams, which was even more true of her ass. Waian was definitely the kind of girl that defied all logic in her ability to fit so much ass where there simply didn't seem to be room for it, straining all that cushion for the pushin' against pants that looked four sizes too small, were it not for how well they fit around her tight little waist. Even as one of her best features, the Arabic girl's gorgeous ass still struggled to compete for attention with the low-cut top that exposed the plunging cleavage of gorgeous D breasts, held on display by a lacy black bra which could be seen through the slight tint of a soft red sleeveless top that showed off her shoulders, her long neck, and just a taste of her plunging cleavage. Everything she wore fit her like it was made for her, at barely 5'5 and 125 pounds of all hips, ass, and thighs, and Mrs. Kelser could sense the jealousy among the other girls in the room, no matter how wide they smiled to Waian's face. Mrs. Kelser had gone through plenty of that herself and almost felt like she identified with Waian, even finding herself attracted to her in her own way.
Which, she figured, would probably come into play later when she finally delivered Mr. Gardel's poor unknowing fuck-doll to be broken in appropriately.
"Listen Waian, you go on ahead to lunch and just come back here after school and I'll let you know when a good time would be."
Waian smiled again, leaning forward slightly, raising her eyes seductively at Mrs. Kelser, lowering the cleavage of her breasts just enough for Mrs. Kelser to lose her eyes in the deep, plunging line between Waian's soft, supple breasts, disappearing into the fabric of her red babydoll shirt and the lacy black half-shirt over it, expressing a darker side of her femininity that even Mrs. Kelser wanted to get to know better.
"No." came a voice from across the room, as Mr. Gardel walked in and closed the door behind him.
"What?" came Waian's surprised, perky little voice.
"Mr. Gardel?" Mrs. Kelser said with genuine surprise. "To what do I owe the honor?"
As Mr. Gardel crossed the threshold of the classroom, he stared at Megan Kelser impatiently, and than at Waian with large, admiring eyes that traced her curvaceous body from her long neck and her feminine shoulders all the way down the curve of her back, down her legs, and up over the precious lace allowing only peeks at the low cut red top underneath.
