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Yet she could not attend his classes, being a grade beneath him. So the young man was left to his own devices. Twice he maliciously attacked someone, with his mind, for snide remarks. The first my letting his sweat pants suddenly drop and expose his jockey shorts in a busy hallway. The next, by lighting a guys light jacket on fire, which was quickly put out. The final class of the day, was pleasant surprise to him, the teacher who was suppose to be instructing was replaced by a youthfull and attractive woman by the name of Miss Weaver. The class was English Literature, and the subject boring. Yet, just in those first minutes, he knew that it would prove to be an interesting class. Firstly he sent the seed of passion and desire into her mind, aimed towards him. Then he actually simulated her sexually as well as mentally. Several of the guys about him whispered about her pointing nipples and constant leg crossing. Miss Weaver could barely take her eyes off Sport, and when she did, could feel a shiver of sexual passion run through her. At first she passed it off as the late summer heat, then she honestly became worried when she felt her panties almost dripping with her sexual discharge, afraid that it would slide down her bare legs and be visible to all her students. The moments were passing excrusiatingly slowly as she could not wait for the clock to announce the end of the class. Sport browsed her thoughts and memories, learning much about the woman behind the name. For one, she had a long standing boyfriend whom she lived with for the last two years. Another, was he was her first, she had kept herself for marriage, but eventually her own desires and the lengthy wait forced her actions and she succumbed to the throbbing manhood of her boyfriend. Sport learned that she was a conservative lover, that both she and her boyfriend only did it with him on top; the missionary position. She thought of oral sex as disgusting, and was ashamed of her own body. In fact she has only had an orgasm three times in her life. Miss Weaver earnestly went to church, but hid her sinfull domestic life from everyone who knew her. She was a wonderful creation of contrasts. Her beauty hidden behind a bun in her hair and droopy drab clothing, yet take off the glasses and give her the appropriate attire, she would look very desirable. If not down right beautiful. While the hour went slowly for Miss Weaver, it went incredibly fast for Sport. The class bell startled him, and broke the link he had with his instructors mind. "Bye Miss Weaver", he said as he rolled himself out of the class. She could do nothing but watch him go, ashamed of herself for her performance and lack of self control. In the hallway, Traci met her young charge at his new locker. They exchanged pleasantries and a chaste kiss while the youth collected his things. Miss Weaver was walking down the hallway to the staff lounge, and almost went the other way when she saw the young man; so unsure of herself and her body that she didn't want to face the reasons that Sport excited her so much. "Hello again Miss Weaver." "Hi Sport", she looked up into the jealous eyes of a beautiful young woman who had her hand placed possessively upon the youth's shoulder, and felt a strange jealously of her own. "Would you like to come over for supper some evening?" It seemed an innocent question, if not out of place. Before even thinking about it she blurted, "I would love too!" She was amazed at her own words yet asked, "When would be convenient?" "This Saturday would be great." She nodded. "Bring a bikini, we have a large swimming pool." She nodded again, but was wondering how she could be so unconcerned about her boyfriend, whom she would not tell about her dinner date, and why Sport had even asked her for supper. Perhaps it was about English Literature? Miss Weaver felt her knees grow weak and knew she had to leave or her facaulties would disintergrate while being about the young man. She wondered if he knew the effect he had upon her, and wondered if that was the reason for the invitation. Going to his home would be unethical and would be looked down upon by her peers, but she was determined to go. "I...I have to go." She quickly turned and almost ran back to her small cubby-hole of an office, then closed the door. Without control she sat in her chair and placed both her knees on either arm rest, her legs spread wide exposing herself under the conservative skirt. Frantically she pulled aside her panties, suddenly hating the thing, and began to manipulate her wet cunt. Even by herself she talked to herself, "fucking wet...wiggle it harder", and when her thoughts imagined herself being Sport's ancient Roman slave, "...punish me master...cum in my mouth...whip me..." Unexpectadly, Miss Weaver came in a torrent of emotions and a gush of sexual liquid which coated her hands and thighs. The young school teacher was exhausted and just sat amazed at herself while she recovered. Never had she don't such things, nor said those words. And the thoughts that she fantasized about as she masturbated were totally foreign to her, she never thought she had those desires. A part of her was disgusted, another was still turned on. Her vagina was still tingling, so she cupped it with both hands and squeesed her sex lovingly, hardly waiting for the weekend.