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Making the Grade
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
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Just a matter of teaching the right class! (Mf, ped,
1st, mast)
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Young Cassandra looked with some satisfaction at the
paper handed back to her. An "A" was inscribed there in
red marker, followed somewhat enigmatically she
thought, by "Please see me after class." Idly she
flipped through the essay, revelling in the little
compliments written in the margin. "Great use of
metaphor," was one, "Excellent ironic overtone,"
another. Never mind that she had never intended a
metaphor, let alone an ironic overtone, she pondered.
If Mr. Jamieson had seen them, all the better for her.
No, It was the hastily scribbled footnote, that had her
curious. Maybe he wanted to save her paper as an
example for next year's class? Shrugging, she packed up
the rest of her belongings with everyone else, letting
the happy if not eclectic Friday chatter swirl around
her.
Finally the bell rang and there was a frantic rush for
the door. Cassandra longed to join her friends but she
could hardly overlook the directive from her teacher.
So instead she sat at her desk and watched him sort
through some notes. His eyebrows arched in
concentration, furrowing his broad forehead; he blew a
lock of unruly brown hair out of his eyes from time to
time. He wasn't she decided, an unattractive man!
Just as Cassandra was starting to believe he'd
forgotten his note, he looked up and focused his
attention on her.
"Miss Peters, please come here." Surprised by the
sternness in his voice, Cassandra walked up to his
desk. His looked at her solemnly.
"Honestly Miss Peters, I don't know what to do with
you. You haven't attended seven classes this semester,
and the absences aren't excused. I have to say that
yes, you have turned in every assignment and to be
honest, blown me away with your writing skills.
However, with the end of the semester approaching I
must warn you that you have only a C-minus in this
class. Attendance I'm afraid, is unavoidably twenty
percent of the grade."
Cassandra gaped at him. "A C-MINUS? But Mr. Peters, my
parents expect me to get into Princeton... I MUST have
an A."
Mr. Peters sighed, "I don't know what you want me to
say Cassandra. Did you really expect to pass this class
with flying colors based on your essays alone?"
Cassandra bit her lip and stared at the floor. Yes, she
had hoped that might be the case, she realised. The
reality was just too much for her and she began to cry.
"It wasn't my fault Mr. Jamieson," she sobbed, "Mom had
to spend a lot of time in hospital after the auto
accident and I just needed to stay at home to help out.
Dad doesn't get back till real late and I had to do the
cooking....everything." Backing up to the nearest desk
she slumped forlornly in the wooden chair. "You CAN'T
give me a C-Minus... please!!"
He looked at her compassionately.
"They're not my rules Cassandra," he responded slowly.
"They are set down by the educational bodies and
however much I wish I could change them for you, I
can't! I know about the accident, I know you've had it
really tough at home for quite a while, but you simply
never brought in those signed absentee notes I asked
you for. You really have left me no choice here."
Silent tears running freely now down her pretty face
she looked across at him. Even with full attendance and
three more straight "A's", the best she could hope for
come end of semester was a B plus. It wasn't enough.
Crying wasn't going to address the situation she
realised. When 'you're desperate' she reasoned, you use
whatever tools are available.
"Won't you please reconsider Mr. Jamieson," she asked
softly "I'll do anything - absolutely anything you
want."
The balance of power was definitely shifting. This was
a situation completely outside the thirty-five year old
teacher's experience. Even as he responded, the
uncertainty in his voice was evident.
"Are you meaning what I think you're meaning
Cassandra?" he all but stuttered.
She just stared hard at the desktop. "I have to get an
"A" in English Mr. Jamieson, don't you understand that?
I have to"
He looked at her with a kaleidoscope of emotions
running unchecked through his grey matter. Despite the
fact he was a decent man with a strong moral fiber, the
truth was he now realised, that Cassandra appealed to
him over and above that which might be considered
appropriate in any teacher-student relationship. Whilst
he had never actually gotten to the stage of
contemplating any sort of marital infidelity in the
past, he had to admit that on more than one occasion,
the sight of this particular student's curvy little
bottom exiting the classroom, had imprinted itself on
his subconscious.
"I don't think that is really what you want Miss
Peters," he announced with little assurance, realising
even as he spoke, that the statement made no reference
to any reticence from his own standpoint. If any
retreat had been planned - no one had mentioned it to
the cavalry!
The girl stood up and was staring at her teacher with a
mixture of embarrassment and trepidation.
"We could both be dismissed, you know?" he muttered.
She nodded but took no backward step. The prominent
blush in her cheeks he found most attractive.
"Think maybe I had better take some precautions," he
added nervously, intentionally avoiding all eye contact
as he walked past her, to the far end of the room,
whereupon he turned the key in the lock.
Having regained the relative security of his own desk,
he sat in the chair and motioned to Cassandra to step
forward. Hands at her sides, she approached him.
Observing the girl more with studious appraisal than
any lustful intent, he took in her slim figure, pretty
rather than overt breasts, beautiful facial features
that at just eighteen now, had blossomed to technical
adulthood. She looked considerably younger he mused.
Patting his knee, he extended an arm towards her.
Sensing his own extreme lack of confidence under the
circumstances, she allowed herself to be drawn down on
to his lap, where the playing field was anything but
level, she couldn't help but notice. As her flush
deepened and he in turn became aware of the reason for
such, he decided that time was of the essence.
Galvanised into action by a combination of her youthful
femininity and the sensation of so sexy a little bottom
atop his crotch, he allowed himself the luxury of
slipping an arm around her waist.
He felt her tense-up but figuring this was no time to
be indecisive, slipped his hand upwards and enclosing
the girl's entire right breast, squeezed the softness
within. Letting out a shocked gasp she instinctively
pulled his hand away.
"I think the words you used were 'I'll do absolutely
ANYTHING you want' were they not Cassandra?"
"I'm sorry.....nerves I guess Mr. Jamieson," she
muttered "I've never done anything like this before."
She allowed him to restore contact with her breast and
even as he began to grope her gently she felt the
adrenaline kick-in. The feeling wasn't wholly
unpleasant she had to admit.
"Are you still a virgin then m'dear?" he asked
tremulously, the sensation of squeezing this particular
teenage student's hot little breasts rendering him
positively light-headed
"Uh huh!" she replied, her eyes watching as both his
hands now felt her up with a growing confidence.
Whatever that physiological reaction was manifesting
itself between her legs, it was nothing she could
classify as a hardship.
"You are such a pretty girl Cassandra," he whispered,
"I'm not hurting you doing this, am I?"
"No Mr. Jamieson, it's OK," she replied.
"Oh and you needn't refer to me as 'Mr. Jamieson' any
more either," he smiled at her. "Hardly appropriate
under the circumstances is it?" he added. "Just call me
Craig."
For a moment or two silence reigned as he continued
fondling the girl's breasts increasingly aware of her
unforced arousal, courtesy of those delightfully
hardening nipples that her thin blouse was doing less
than nothing to shield from his finger exploratory.
"May I kiss you?" he asked her suddenly.
Simply the bizarre attending circumstances - a young
female student being sexually assaulted on the knee of
a way older teacher and he asks her for a kiss? - made
her involuntarily giggle. The humor of the moment was
cut short however as their lips met.
Kissing though not unfamiliar to the girl, had been
limited to a few close friends of her own age - girls
and boys if the truth be known. Never though had she
experienced such familiarity with a man in his thirties
and thus despite both the age-difference and the
inappropriate scholastic connections, she had to admit
this was a step-up in class.
From Craig's viewpoint, this surely was the epitome of
every male fantasy. Groping unrestrictedly a sexy
teenage girl while kissing her hard on the lips, even
as her bottom continued playing havoc with his
procreative equipment-in-waiting....they don't write
better screenplays!
Beginning now to undo the top few buttons of her
blouse, she gasped softly as he exposed her low-cut bra
and dynamically arousing cleavage, a frilly little
number, more concerned with fashion than support one
assumes, it was the work of but a moment to slip his
fingers inside her left cup. She gave a little gasp as
they brushed across her engorged nipple and was fully
unable to prevent a blush from coloring her cheeks.
He wasn't looking at her cheeks though and using either
hand now, began manipulating both nipples which
achieved two things. Her bra was of course worked low
enough that both breasts were almost fully exposed to
his vitally interested gaze and her fine dark nipples
became even more distended as his fingers worked their
dexterous magic.
As for Cassandra she could hardly believe she was
sitting willingly on a man's lap, pretty much topless,
allowing herself to be molested at will. Of greater
concern, her body seemed in no hurry to be sending out
May Day calls. If she didn't know better it was
relishing this newly come-by learning curve.
"May as well take these off," he murmured to no-one in
particular, as he undid the rest of the buttons before
peeling off her blouse and tossing it on his desk. Even
as he unhooked her bra and began pulling the straps
down her arms Cassandra just sat there, justifiably
proud of her firm young breasts that freed now of their
social constraints drew an appreciative if not limited
audience.
Inclining his head, he had barely even closed the gap
between lip and nipple when she pushed him back firmly.
"Noo, you can't do that.....Craig," she admonished.
"Oh I think I CAN Cass," he smiled, "You're not even
close to a C plus yet!"
Reluctantly she withdrew her arm and sat there rather
prettily he observed - an obedient fourth grader,
waiting for permission to read aloud her essay.
As he first kissed her breast before teasing the nipple
with his tongue, she let out a small whimper, beginning
to wriggle on his lap in embarrassment. Craig however
was far from embarrassed and as the texture of her
nipple combined with the vaguely milky smell of the
breast itself, wholly absorbed his concentration, he
began to draw down on her teat completely transported
by the combination of recalled childhood comfort and
the sexual arousal such an act unavoidably generated.
For her part, Cassandra found herself in a whole new
ball-park - one where adults played quite obviously.
Unaware she was letting out small gasps of pleasure,
she held his head against her breasts as he suckled her
first one side then the other. The harder he drew down,
the stronger the communications being exchanged with
vaginal HQ. As the messages grew more urgent she could
not avoid slipping a hand onto her lap and depressing
an area of her skirt that in other circumstances might
be described as 'interesting,'
Fondling that which he wasn't already sucking, Craig
was a man on a mission. No girl should be this sexy he
decided. Wondering just how he could ever face up to
her again in class he was suddenly distracted by the
proximity of the girl's hand in her own lap. On little
more than auto-pilot, he slipped his hand up beneath
her skirt - she was after all sitting almost side-
saddle.
This most assuredly brought a reaction.
"Nooo, not up THERE...please!" Her sharp intake of
breath, shocked expression and rapid closure of her
legs might in other circumstances have acted as some
deterrent, but when a man has just about blown his wad
sucking a girl's bare breasts while she wriggles sexily
on his knee, you really can't expect a total withdrawal
of all active troops. Besides there was unfortunately
for Cassandra, an unfulfilled contract to see out, and
of which she was quickly reminded.
"If a B Minus is enough for you m'dear, we'll call it a
day then," he smirked at her. "Your choice sweetheart!"
Even as her legs parted, at least to the extent that
her tight little skirt would permit, a delicate frown
flitted across her face. "You really shouldn't be doing
this Craig," she muttered. "I only meant for you to
have a feel."
"Well that's all I'm doing Cassandra," he grinned,
insinuating his hand well up between her thighs where
the heat was - if not volcanic....a tad on the warm
side. The blush returned and with now the twin
pleasures of seeing the young girl's breasts jiggling
each time she wriggled her hips, as well as the hem of
her skirt riding high up her legs, he was made even
more aware of his pained erection that was struggling
for survival in that land-locked cavity beneath her
bottom. That she must have been aware of the caged
serpent on hand could not be in doubt.
In fact Cassandra was cognizant of Craig's little
problem and despite herself, the imminent presence of
so sexual a threat was only adding to her own
escalating arousal.
His hands reached the front of her panties.....sexy
little white cotton briefs that already were peeking
out beneath her indecently rumpled skirt. Adding to the
visual delights one couldn't help but notice, the
contrast between the soft white skin of her thighs and
the roll tops of those fishnet leggings she had
selected to wear that morning. At the point he began
rubbing her intimately, both were locked in to their
respective countdowns even if they didn't yet know it.
"God Cassandra, that feels so sexy," he whispered to
the young girl as she struggled emotionally to deal
with what was being perpetrated upon her hitherto
unchallenged innocence. Trying to balance the reality
of having to allow her teacher unrestricted sexual
access with the knowledge that such was inherently
wrong was inhibiting her thought processes. Added to
this was the realization that her body was taking
extreme pleasure from his caresses and tactile
indulgencies.
As he began to kiss her she felt all resistance
crumbling and was even unaware she had spread her legs
wider to accommodate his aggravated up-skirt therapy.
He could feel the dampness through the thin material
and rubbing her now the full depth of her vaginal
ingress she was freely moaning and encouraging further
interplay. Slipping a finger up beneath the leg of her
panties he located the clitoral hood with little
difficulty and set up a vibratory assault there which
ultimately would be taking no prisoners he knew.
Completely adrift from any world she had ever known,
the girl was emitting small cries of pleasure now as
the pressure built to intolerable levels. "Don't stop,
don't stop," she pleaded even as he fingered her to the
edge of reason.
Using two fingers, he could feel how engorged she was
and how taut her young pussy had become under his
relentless digital massage. The moisture on site was
simply the icing on the cake - proof indeed that you
really can't beat the hands-on approach.
Limited in dialog to "Ohhhh" Cassandra was suddenly
lost in the perfect storm. As the shock waves eddied
out in concentric circles, causing her hips and bottom
to wriggle, her nipples to tingle and her pussy to bear
the brunt of the ensuing seismic rift, she didn't even
hear herself cry out with pleasured release.
Craig did....he was even privy to the onset of some
pre-cum now overflowing rather pointlessly beneath the
young girl's sexy little posterior.
Unable to bear further stimulation temporarily, she
pulled his hand out of her panties.
"That was soo incredible," she volunteered. She made as
if to disengage herself from his lap.
"And where do you think you're off to young lady?" he
asked her.
"Just going to put my bra and top back on," she
replied.
"I think not Cass," he said, taking a hold of her arm.
"What you can do though is take that hot little skirt
off now...always had a hankering to see a girl your age
running around my classroom in just her panties."
"That's disgusting Mr. Jamieson," she gasped.
"Oh, Its back to 'Mr. Jamieson' now is it?' he chided
her. "Well no matter I suppose....makes it sound even
sexier. Naughty student misbehaving and all."
"I'm not gonna parade around here in just my panties?"
she announced defiantly. "That's totally off!"
He smiled at her, "Well, speaking of things being "off"
sweetheart, although you definitely made B Plus with
that last little performance, you are still adrift from
any Princeton ranking I'm afraid, so I guess you're
just gonna have to do what your teacher tells you. It's
that or you take the B Plus.
Aware she was trapped and without any aces left to
play, she sighed and then simply unhooking the small
clasp, she ran the zipper down and let the skirt fall
to the floor. The now fully awesome aspect of probably
the grade's prettiest student, stranded mid classroom
solely in her leggings and a pair of white panties
close to three sizes too small for her, almost robbed
Craig Jamieson of his remaining sanity.
Trying to cover up both nipples and her rather
pronounced camel toe was a task and a half. It merely
drew attention however to her rampant femininity. That
isn't to say Craig wasn't taking the greatest pleasure
in eying off the girls unwanted predicament. Had he
stood up himself though, Cassandra might have been
equally fascinated by proceedings, especially those
some six inches or so beneath his belt-buckle.
Indicating that she should 'approach the bench' as it
were, he coerced her verbally to return to the seat of
power, taking her hand as she neared him and at the
last moment having her turn around so he could admire
the sculptor's work from the rear. There was much to
admire. She flinched as he smoothed both hands down her
cheeks taking the greatest delight in observing the
line of that beautiful cleft as it sank from view
beneath the waistband of her panties.- the ultimate
event-horizon one might deduce.
"Don't take them down please," she yelped as he tugged
at the soft material suddenly, revealing more than half
her naked bottom to his gaze. Patting her right cheek
suggestively, he allowed her to pull them back up to
hip level.
"Tell you what Cassandra," he said, still toying with
her rear-end somewhat indecently, "I'll give you a
choice. Either you take your panties off now in front
of me or I let you put that skirt back on first and
then I take them off for you?"
"If I let you do that Mr. Jamieson, can I please go
home then?" she replied none too confidently.
"We'll have to see about that sweetheart," he answered.
"I guess you HAVE been a good and compliant little girl
this afternoon."
Retrieving her skirt, she had no sooner zipped it up
when he put his arms around her waist and pulled her
too him. Fully off balance, she fell back on his lap
just as his hands found their way up beneath her hem
once again and began re-familiarising themselves with
the architectural delights between her legs.
Her eyes closed, she allowed him to molest her
unhindered.
"Stand up for me Cass," he instructed. No sooner had
she done so, than he took a hold of the waistband and
with his face but inches now from her curvy little
rear, peeled her undies past her leggings and down to
her ankles. Obligingly she stepped out of them.
"Does that feel sexy sweetheart?" he asked, "standing
there in just a short skirt with no panties on?" The
truth was - it did, but she was not about to share such
intimate home-truths.
A full scale discussion on the subject was never even
to reach gestation stage however, since his grip around
her waist tightened at that moment and with the least
exertion, he pulled her back on to his knee. She gave a
small cry of surprise that was replaced by one of
genuine shock. Straddling his knee as she now was, her
parted legs revealed a hitherto uncharted actuality.
Not only unzipped, her teacher's erection announced its
clear intent, standing to attention there between her
thighs, in honored tribute to the Star Spangled Banner
quite obviously.
"No way," she cried out, you're not going to fuck me
too are you?" She tried unsuccessfully to exit the
playing field.
"Well Cass, I wouldn't have put it quite that
indelicately," his arm around her waist tightened. "But
you have latched on to the general direction of things
here. Think of it as your "final exam" sweetheart. I'll
be gentle."
"Nooo...please..." she sobbed. "I'm a virgin...I could
get pregnant."
Suddenly lost in some excruciatingly hot images that
her words generated, he was silent for a few seconds.
"Cassandra," he responded eventually, "This isn't a
multiple choice question I'm afraid. You want an "A" -
you let me fuck you here and now. What's it to be? You
needn't worry about pregnancy either, there are pills
you know!"
Naively she hadn't even considered it might have come
to this. Her tears were real and she regretted now ever
embarking on such a drastic course of action. As she
looked at her teacher's erection however, its very
proximity was arousing to her she had to admit. Perhaps
the concept was worse than the reality? Idly, she took
a hold of it.
"I'll take that as a 'yes' then," he whispered,
following up with a kiss just below her right ear. She
really smelt so young and inviting.
Not too many girls lose their virginity straddling
their English teacher's lap butt naked, save for a
skirt of such brief proportions. In actuality, the
window of opportunity as it were at that angle, favors
the uninitiated as the girl is fully able to control
the degree of penetration simply by spreading her legs
marginally or using her feet pretty much while
standing, to absorb the pressure on her hymen at any
given moment. This isn't to say it didn't hurt her.
Although he was true to his promise, very gentle and
respectful of her virginal state, making headway was
slow and Cassandra was wincing in pain up to the moment
she herself relaxed sufficiently to allow him to push
up finally into the Promised Land.
The sensations afforded her nervous system as she felt
him suddenly penetrate her vagina deeply, quite
outstripped his own pleasures. She eased herself lower,
fascinated to see his quite large erection sinking into
her most intimate of orifices with such apparent ease.
She could see a few spots of blood but the pain of the
past few minutes was obliterated by what he was now
doing to her.
Something less than cool calm and collected himself,
after all the illicit pleasures to be had, penetrating
a sexy young virgin on your lap, her bottom jiggling
inches from your face while you grope her breasts
stupid, - never mind her being one of your students -
does have its appeal!
Establishing eventually a rhythmic upthrust, he could
hear Cassandra's breathing following the same line as
his own - tortured to the point of pleasurable agony.
Holding her hips tightly he was entering that
wonderfully tight little chasm - one that she evidently
kept hairless and smooth - with increased purpose.
"You are so sexy sweetheart," he offered up in full
praise of younger women generally. "I could....."
He never got to finish the sentence as right at that
moment, someone called out "Fire in the hold."
Her eyes closed in orgasmic bliss, she felt something
hot and sticky spraying deep inside her. For a full ten
seconds she was unable to find the "off" switch as her
vaginal muscles refused to unclamp their prey whilst
her hips continued their automated downward thrusting.
The post coital experience for both protagonists was
one of pleasured respiratory re-affirmation. Their
systems were re-set!
Slumped in his chair up alongside the blackboard, Craig
Jamieson felt all of his thirty-five years. The last
thing he was expecting was the young girl to turn
around, hands provocatively sliding across her
glistening pussy - the ultimate Cheshire Cat... on
heat!
"I'd really like to make SURE I get a straight "A"
Sir!"
(c) Peter_Pan 2006
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