It was over. Another school year in the bag. Daniel Andrews cleaned the chalkboard, erasing the cheerful scrawls left by his students. Though they still had to report to school Monday for a half day, it was mainly to collect their final report cards, so he'd treated today as the last day, just letting the kids party and have fun. The colored chalk he'd brought in was almost gone, their wild graffiti having used it all up.
He smiled at one of the student's hastily composed poems, wishing the young man had shown such creativity on his homework. It had been obvious that talent existed, but between basketball and football, English had been the least important thing to him. Still, in this class, he'd at least shown a little interest, once remarking, "Mr. A, you're an all right teacher."
Daniel sighed, dropping the eraser and rubbing his hands together to try and get rid of the chalk dust that clung to his fingers. All that was left for him to do was to collect his papers and briefcase, and he could head home an relax.
"Excuse me, Mr. A?" A soft voice asked. Daniel repressed a groan, not wanting to deal with anymore students today. He was truly ready for this weekend, wanting to spend it simply relaxing at home with Laurie, his wife. And he wanted that weekend to start NOW! "If you have a moment," the voice continued, "I'd like to talk to you about my grade on the final."
A student from his senior class. "What can I help you..... with?" He blinked twice when he saw her. "Laurie?"
"I know you said you were meeting with students only until five, but I couldn't make it here before now." She bit her lip nervously. Her long hair was swept back into a pony tail, and she clutched a stack of text books. The beautiful curves he knew so well were hidden under a bulky school sweater, her long legs bare under the short cheerleader skirt she wore. "We had a special pre-tryouts for next years squad, and I had to be one of the judges." She crossed the length of the room, dropping her books on one of the desks. "I hope you have a few minutes to spare."
He just stared at her, completely shocked by her appearance. Five years his junior, she was young enough to have been a senior in one of his first classes, and he'd often wondered aloud how he would have reacted with her as his student. He imagined he would have had a difficult time delivering his lessons with her there, and he would have been a very naughty teacher. In fact, while he'd never really had the stereo-typical male teacher/female student fantasy, he had joked about keeping Laurie after school and fucking her right there on his desk. And now here she was.... "Mr. A? Are you okay?"
"Hmm? Yes, Laurie. I'm sorry. I was just thinking about... something." He smiled, the image of her on his desk, her legs spread wide still scrolling through his mind. If she wanted to play this little game, he would. And when they got home..... "What was it about your paper you wanted to talk to me about."
"Well...." She leaned on one of the desks, crossing her legs at the ankles. "You know how you said the final was one third of our over all grade?" He nodded, trying to keep his eyes from wandering down her long legs.. "You gave me a 'D'... I mean, I know my paper wasn't that good, but I figured I needed a 'B' to pass.... I know it's kinda late, but is there any kind of extra credit I could do to bring the grade up?"
He grinned, seeing the classic set up here. "Well, Laurie, you really should have thought about your grade earlier. The last day of school is a little too late to try for extra credit." He packed the last of his important papers into his briefcase, swinging it off the desk and placing it on the floor. "You're a bright girl. One 'C' on your report card won't be too damaging."
"Yes it will!" She wailed. Jumping off the desk, she came to his side. "Oh Mr. A! You don't understand. My GPA hinges on my getting a 'B' in this class. If I don't get at least a 3.5, I don't get into college!" She perched on the corner of his desk, crossing her legs, her short skirt riding higher on her thighs. "Please!"
He sighed, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "Laurie, I'm sorry. His cock was throbbing; she was such a tease. He wanted to run his hand across her bare thigh. "If you would have talked to me last week, I could have helped you. I'm sorry."
"Mr. A!" She slid across the desk, placing her legs on either side of his chair. He could see the crotch of her panties clearly, white cotton panties unlike her usual lacy ones. "I would do anything to get you to raise my grade." She began loosening his tie, staring deep into his eyes. "Anything."
"Laurie!" He cried, not pretending to be shocked. He'd expected her to tease him, sure, but she couldn't seriously be planning to -Oh, no... she was sliding off the desk, falling to her knees, her hands massaging his hard cock right through his slacks. "Laurie, this has gone far enough!"
"Don't you like me, Mr. A? Don't you think I'm pretty?" She was unzipping his pants, freeing his erection. He gasped for breath as she ran her fingers up his shaft, spreading the precum across the swollen head. :If I give you a good blow job, can I have that 'B'? It will be our secret..."
Her mouth slid down around his shaft, her tongue stroking his cock with unbearable slowness. He groaned, not wanting to enjoy this, but unable to prevent himself from doing so. What if another teacher came through the door? What about the security camera in the corner of the room? What if a real student popped in.... "OH!" He jumped as the head of his cock passed her throat, her face pressed against him. "Laurie, Baby, please." He ran his fingers through her hair, wanting her to continue, knowing he had to make her stop. "If we're caught...."
"Shhh...." She sat back, licking her lips. "I locked the door when I came in. Don't worry."
She engulfed his throbbing manhood again, expertly licking and sucking him into ecstacy. He felt the edge of her teeth, nibbling gently, and then he was pumping his seed into her mouth, tangling his fingers into her hair as he rode out the waves of one of the most intense orgasms he could remember.
Laurie looked up at him with an impish grin on her face, her eyes full of love. "So, Mr. A." She said, licking a dribble of cum off her lips. "Do I get that 'B' or not."
He paused, weighing his options. It was close to 6 PM. Most likely, only the janitorial staff was left, and they wouldn't come in without knocking. No one would be watching the security cameras. "I'm sorry, Laurie... for that, I could possibly raise your grade to a 'C'." A very high 'C', he added privately. Wow!
"Mr. A!" She stood, stepping out of her panties, then laying back on the desk. "I see you're still a little excited. Maybe we can still make up that extra grade."
He grinned, enjoying the sight before him. The wetness on her pussy lips was clearly evident; she always got excited when she gave him a blow job. She was right about him being hard, too. He hadn't really lost his erection. And right now, he wanted to bury his cock deep inside her wet pussy. "I don't know, Laurie. The difference from a 'D' to a 'C' is a lot shorter than from a 'C' to a 'B' you know." He stood, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor. He slid the bulky sweater up, reveling her lacy bra. One of the front closures; he smiled at that, flicking it open to reveal her stiff nipples.
In one move, he slipped his cock into her waiting pussy, and buried his face between her breasts. "I can't believe I'm fucking you here on my desk." He whispered, biting at her nipples. "Thankfully, I'll have a whole summer to get over it before I have to teach next year. I can't imagine coming into class every day and picturing you here, like this...."
"I'll have to remind you." She whispered back, falling out of character. "Every morning, before work."
"Oh yeah?" He picked up the speed, pumping in and out of her faster than before. He felt her body bucking beneath his, her moans echoing through the empty classroom. Later, tonight at home, he would make her scream with pleasure, but for now, that was enough. Collapsing on top of her, he came.
"You never told me if I got that 'B'." She said later, as they walked down the deserted hall.
"Oh, Laurie." He wrapped his arm around her waist, hugging her as they walked. "You know you get an 'A+' in my book every day."
"You're sweet." She said. Pulling away, she headed for the security desk, ignoring his questions. Returning to his side, she handed him a video tape. "Here. A present."
Eyebrow raised, he took the tape, looking for some kind of marking to explain what it was. "I took advantage of the security camera in the room." She explained.
"Laurie!"
She laughed, heading towards the front door. "Come on, Mr. A." She said, holding the door open for him. "You've got a lot of homework ahead of you this weekend. Let's get home and get started."