I consider myself to be a bright and intelligent kinda girl. When I was in High School I thought that it was a joke and never did my homework. My second to last year I had to retake a science class in order to graduate. This is where I met Mr. Phillips (name changed for protection.) and this is our story.
I felt so stupid going into my fourth period class because I was an 18 year old stuck with a bunch of immature 15 year old freshmen. The first day of class I was late, and my teacher Mr. Phillips gave me a warning telling me that if it happened again that I would get a detention. He didn't really intimidate me, and I shrugged off his warning and sat in my seat. I am about 5'5 and 110 pounds, and I loved to dress in a sexual way. My boyfriend Mike was the captain on the track team and also the football team, but he spent more time with the guys than with me. I didn't really care because I was looking for someone else to fulfill my needs. All the guys in my school are so immature, and even the college guys weren't able to satisfy me. I thought about this as Mr. Phillips began to take attendance. I looked around to see who was in my class when he called out my name.
"Samantha Jacobs?" He repeated it twice.
"That's my name" I winked at him.
"I see that you have quite the sense of humor Ms. Jacobs, but please don't let in interfere with our learning."
"I will Try Mr. Phillips, but I can't promise anything." I smiled and watched for his reaction. He smiled back and sat down in his seat and began to lecture about what was going to be covered throughout the year.
Mr. Phillips was about 27 with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was very built and had a very nice structure. He had a little bit of facial hair but it was blonde and almost invisible, but all in all he was a very attractive man. This was his first year teaching High School and I could tell that he was very nervous and eager to start off his career right. He looked very familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on where I knew him from. As he wrote on the chalk board I could see his back muscles through his white button down shirt, and I checked out his tight ass as he bent over to pick up a piece of chalk. I could overhear the little teeny bopper bitches talk about how hot he is and I agreed. I then began to think of sexual things, naughty things that I wanted to do to him. I made a promise to myself that I would persuade him to fuck the shit out of me before the school year was over.
Sadly the bell rang and class was over, but I made sure I packed up my things slowly so I was the last person out of the classroom. He came up to me and ask me to stay a little while so we could talk.
"Sam, can I call you that?" He said softly
