Max POV

Ever noticed how young teachers at our school are?

Well, you don't go there, so let me fill you in.

So far, there are 5 young teachers here at West High School. However, theres only one young male teacher. , who had been working here for two years now. He's 26, so yeah, pretty young if you ask me.

He has tousled strawberry blonde hair and pale blue eyes, hidden behind square rimmed glasses. He was kinda nerdy, but definitely hot.

It was pathetic how all the girls swooned over him. I, for one, do not swoon. I imagine.

I can imagine so many dirty things, people would probably call me a massive pervert if I talked more than my daily limit. 2 sentences per person. I stick to it. And nothing bad happens.

Mr. Griffiths was laid back and pretty chill. But I could see it. He was definitely a Sadist. I can always tell these things. I have what is called, S&M radar senses. Dylan Spears is an M. Zephyr Martin is an S. Ratchet Lopez is an M. Star Anthony is an S. And me myself? Well I can go either way. Depends on my target.

I could see it. The ways he could fuck me. Maybe a rope fetish? Over his desk? In the library? Ahh the possibilities.

"Yo, Ride! Pay attention!" I heard a hand slam on my desk. I took my pencil out of my mouth and looked up. Mr. Griffiths gave me a look. I nodded and raked my bangs out of my face.

"Sorry. Please continue."

"Any reason why you were daydreaming?" He asked bitterly. I sighed. Might as well tell him the truth.

"I was thinking about how you seem like a nice guy, but you're probably a Sadist." I said loud and clear. A few girls gasped in shock and started whispering. The boys just started laughing. Mr. Griffiths rolled his eyes.

"After class, Ride." He replied, walking to the front of the room. I pouted. Its my Freshmen year in highschool and he's acting like I should know better. Well, I should, and I do, but that doesn't stop the S&M radar.

My friend Lupo nudged me on the shoulder. She was about my height, with light brown hair and a single silver highlight. Her eyes were a stormy gray. She gave me a huge thumbs up and whispered, "nice." I smiled back at her.

Ahh, she was my favorite person.

Besides Dana, who's a senior this year.

I stayed behind and propped my feet on my desk as the bell rang. Lupo waved bye and went to her next class. I heard someone approach my desk as the classroom door slammed shut.

"Maxine." His voice rippled through my ears. The sound made me squirm.

"Yup?" I asked. Mr. Griffiths took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What's wrong?" I asked. Mr. Griffiths groaned.

"You. You come to my class in the morning with starbucks and a slice of cake. You own nothing accept jean shorts and flannel shirts, which you leave open." He ranted. I gaped at him.

"That is obsurd. I wear Tank Tops!" I defended myself. Mr. Griffiths threw his glasses on the desk next to him. He sat up on it and rubbed his eyes. I smirked. A perfect opportunity. I slid out of my seat and promptly sled my arms around his neck.

"M-max, what are you doing?" He stuttered. God, he was sexy without glasses. I chuckled and pressed my lips to his neck.

"Come on, let it come out. I know you're a Sadist." I whispered. He didn't react much so I decided to step it up. I got on top of his lap. With a small smile, I opened my flannel shirt. I wasn't wearing a tank top today. Or a bra.

Something in his eyes flashed white. I smiled. He was out. He swiftly pushed me back, so I was laying on a different row of desks. Mr. Griffiths smirked as he loosened his green tie, an evil gleam was in his eyes.

"I'm done talking, slut." He snarled with a grin, then he ripped my tiny jean shorts apart, as well as my panties. I gasped, suddenly aware on the monster I had unleashed. Mr. Griffiths licked his bottom lips before taking one long hard swipe across my already drenched pussy. I cried out on contact and squirmed.

"Mr. Griffiths!" I called his name out. I let out a shriek when he suddenly attacked my pussy, licking and slurping like crazy. I bit my fist to stop screaming.

"Call me James." He growled, pulling me to my feet. I nodded breathlessly and James led me to his desk. He sat in his big desk chair and motioned me over. I got down on my knees and swiftly undid his dress pants and slid down his boxers. James smirked. "Aren't you a pro."

"I try.." I replied, licking up the side of his hard shaft. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. James moved me under his desk.

"Shit..come in!" He shouted, giving me a look to stay quiet. I smirked. Nice opportunity. The door swung open and someone entered.

"Hey bro." It was a guy.

"Oh, Fang, what's up?" James replied. I tried not to chuckle and wrapped my mouth around the head of his dick. He twitched and bit.

"Can you hack into my grades? I need an A in Physics." The kid, Fang said. I started bobbing my head, sucking hard. James' hand fell on my head and he made a small sound. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Uh...you're good at Physics though." James said. I grazed my teeth over him. "Fuck..." he whispered.

"Yeah, but Ms. Fillan refuses to give me an A. I've had an 89 literally all year. It hasn't gone up or down." Fang whined. I rolled my eyes, what a dweeb. I took all of his dick into my mouth.

"Yeah, yeah.. okay I'll fix it." James said. "You can go." He waved his hand. "Sweet! Thanks." Fang turned and left the room. At that exact moment, James came inside my mouth. I got up from under the desk. James grabbed me by the hips and placed me in his lap.

"Already?" I chuckled. James grinned.

"You fucking tease." And he thrusted into me hard. I let out a scream, before James shushed me. I moaned as he thrusted upwards, hitting hard. God, he was better than I thought. We were just getting into it when the door slammed open.

"James, you..." James and I turned around to see a suprised/smirking Fang. "Maxine Ride." He whispered. I took a good look at him.

He was tall, with tousled black hair and dark eyes. His skin was an olive tone and you could totally tell he worked out. He was smoking hot. Most of all were his lips. Full, pink and oh god...

"Nice tits." He suddenly spoke out. My face flushed. I stood up and buttoned up my shirt. Fang approached me and handed me some black basketball shorts. I gave him a look. "I knew he was hiding a chick. I saw your shorts torn to shreds." He pointed to my shorts, across the room.

"Ahh, you always catch me." James clicked his tongue. Fang grew serious.

"No fucking Freshmen." He said firmly. James pouted and waved him away. I slid on the shorts Fang gave me and tightened them. Then I looked up at him.

"Are these yours?" I asked. He nodded. I smirked and twirled my hair a little before walking out of the classroom. I have no doubt he was watching. They always do.

Later that day, I was talking with Lupo while we ran on the track field side by side.

"Fang Griffiths. Brother of James Griffiths, one of the teachers here." Lupo said. "He caught you screwing?" I nodded and laughed a bit as we made a turn.

"I was embarrased! I never get embarrassed. But he's so hot. I don't know what came over me." I bit my lip and Lupo and I finished the mile, barely panting while the other girls almost fainted. Losers.

"Maybe its love, Maxie." Lupo teased. I rolled my eyes and put my hands on my hips.

"Love doesn't exsist, Lupo." I replied firmly. Suddenly, I heard a chuckle behind me. I turned around to see none other than Fang Griffiths.

"Love doesn't exsist?" He pouted. I rolled my eyes at his rediculous expression. Those lips…. No! Bad Max!

"Nope." I popped the "p" and smiled. One of Fang's friends, Dylan Spears, laughed as he came up behind him.

"Hey Fangles, how about you invite Maxie and Lupo to our camp?" He suggests.

"Camp?" I raise an eyebrow. Dylan puts an arm around me.

"We all go camping, our group of friends and a few girls every year. Normally we won't invite Freshmen…but you two are the hottest girls on campus this year." He winked at Lupo. Lupo smirked.

"Oh? How flattering." She laughed. Fang smiled slightly.

"So how about it, Maxie? Care to join?" Fang asked, his eyes hinting at something dangerous. I lifted my head up and looked him in the eyes.

"Of course." I said, walking close to him and sticking my hand down his jeans, fishing out his cell phone. I plugged in my number and handed it to him. "And its Max. Not Maxie. That's M-a-x. Max." I grinned, walking with Lupo to the girls locker rooms, leaving a smiling Dylan, and a smirking Fang standing by the track field.

This weekend was going to be fun.