"Jamie."
My head snapped up. "Hmm?"
"Can you answer the question?"
My mouth was agape, and I couldn't make words. Somewhere in my head I realized I was at school, but my attention hadn't been on the board. Ms. Campbell realized, with a sigh, that I wasn't going to produce any cohesive words and called on another student. My mind wandered back to where it had been before I was interrupted. I was thinking about a project setup. I was thinking melted crayons and paint balloons for a splatter portrait.
My pencil dragged on the desk in slow circles absent mindedly. Why do I have to take math? Basic skills were one thing, but the system making all kids take the highest end math class while their hearts and minds are wired for something completely different. At some point my head sagged and I was asleep. Colors swirled and splattered in my mind.
"Jamie!" My eyes rolled and my face felt warm and slightly sweaty. I really did fall out of it.
"14..." I muttered.
"How about you stay after class and we'll work that last one out hmm?" The rest of the class giggled. She continued on rambling about squares and trig functions, but as usual it was all a blur. The final bell rang and everyone shuffled out. I threw my shit into my bag and dragged my feet all the way to her desk.
"Sit." She said, looking down at a paper.
"I have chem next block so I kinda have to-"
"Sit." She said firmly. "I have a feeling you pay as much attention there as you do here, so you won't be missing much." She was right, but her words still hurt.
"don't you have a class?"
"This is my plan block, so we both have enough time to talk." She swiveled to face me. The room was quiet, but her eyes were sharp. Her beautiful spiraly hair draped over her shoulder. It was jet black against her freckley pale skin. Her hair wasn't artificial from an iron, it was uncontrollably wild curls all natural. She was tall. Far taller than most girls. She wore an assortment of colors that never quite matched, but always highlighted all the right places.
"Talk about what?" I said and rolled my eyes.
"You." She rose and clasped her hands. She couldn't have been 25 yet and as hard as she tried to be dominant over us all, really she was young enough to be my older sister. "I know you know what I'm talking about. You get better grades than anyone else. Why can you do that without paying any attention at all in class? Why are people struggling and worrying about not graduating while you literally sleepwalk right through it?"
"Because the class is too hard for some people but they are forced to take it anyway because the schools are more worried about test scores and enrollment numbers than their students actually learning." I said.
"see? You're smart. You're well spoken, and far older than 17. I'm just asking you to stay awake. Answer a question here and there. You make me look bad."
"Why? Because I'm good enough to pass?"
"Because I can't teach you anything." I thought to myself how that wasn't necessarily true.
"Sorry." I said. She sat down in a desk nearby and put her head in her hands. Her hair covered her like a blanket. She seemed stressed. She got on my nerves quite a bit because she really wasn't all that great of a teacher, but she acted like she was queen bitch. She was hot, and I never minded looking at her or listening to her talk, but her personality usually got in the way. No matter how bad I wanted t get along, or talk, she always found a way for my brain to shut her down.
usually I could make anyone my friend. Teachers, parents...anyone. I always reached out to the sexy ladies first, using my charms to draw them in. I had a thing for older women, and I had a talent of making them mine. I'd hooked up with friends moms and a therapist once, but never a teacher. She was my target but she turned me off as much as she turned me on. It was very frustrating.
she sat like this for a few minutes. I hated chemistry far more than math, so I cherished every second she wasted. She finally picked up her head and her bright green eyes shine at me like a cat. My heart fluttered and my throat clenched. She irritated me beyond belief, but I wanted her so bad.
"I suppose I should write you a note then."
"Yeah. I have another class to sleep through.." She gave me a look I won't soon forget. She scribbled on a sticky note and handed it off to Me. I snatched it and threw my bag over my shoulder heading for the door.
"God you're so annoying you know that?" I laughed a little.i was thinking the same thing about her.
"and to you as well." I retorted sarcastically.
"Im serious! It's so frustrating. It's like no matter what I say I can't hold your attention!"
"I could think of a few things that would..." I mumbled. She heard.
"like what?" Shit. I didn't know how to respond. There were two options: insist she didn't want to know until she dropped it, or use sly eyebrow raises and winks to get the message across. I chose the latter.
Her eyes grew big and I watched emotions cross her face. Confusion, doubt, shock, embarrassment, stun, confusion...I smiled crooked, because that always drives them crazy, and winked. I dropped my bag on the floor and plopped down in a desk.
"I think I'll just stay here a while." I said. Stating instead of asking always works.
She nodded her head.
Minutes passed. She went back to her desk and I watched her grade three papers. I watched her flick that beautiful hair and blink those beautiful eyes. She crossed her ankles and picked her cuticles. Even the most basic things were attractive. She felt my gaze and glanced at me. I raised an eyebrow to beckon her words.
"what are you doing?"
"Watching you."
"Why?"
moment of truth.
"because you're beautiful."
her face changed shades of red. Her mouth hung open and she dropped her pen. She tried a few times to make words but it was all just baby talk. I sat, patiently waiting for her to regain her shit.
"you should go." She said.
"I probably should. But I don't want to. And you don't want me to either." She remained seated, not managing to look up at me. I got up and walked to her. I was the lion and she was the prey. Her body was frozen as I leaned over her, preparing to strike. "Do you?" I whispered. She didn't reply as I leaned in to kiss her neck. I had always wanted this experience. She was beautiful, older, and straight. Boom boom boom. All of my qualifications were met.
My pussy warmed when I tasted her skin. She moaned and stiffened. I could feel the conflict ions radiating from her. She wanted this. She wouldn't have asked me to stay after class if she didn't. At the same time she could lose her job, teaching license, and go to jail though.
Was this fair to her? Me taking advantage like this? I didn't have anything to lose, but everything she had worked for her whole life could be taken from her if this went south.
south.
my hand landed on her leg, slowly inching up her skirt.
"stop me." I whispered into her neck.
"Don't make me do that." She replied.
I bit a little and sucked hard, while also finally feeling her lacy underwear. her body was still frozen with nerves, but I had a way to make all that, disappear.
