Maci is not good at math. How can she get better grades?
The next day, Maci felt the awful dread like she always did after completing an assignment or test, as Mr. Phil passed out the graded papers. He paused slightly next to Maci, placing her paper on her desk. Maci looked up at him, and she thought his smile was curious, almost mischievous. She liked it, because it reminded her of the smile they exchanged the day before when she gave him a clear view of her panties. Mr. Phil always placed the graded papers face down, because he knew “Nosy Neighbors” were always trying to see what the person next to them got on a paper.
Maci slowly raised the top right corner of her paper, saw a red “95%” and felt her heart race. “What the?” she thought. “But how? I didn’t even answer a bunch of questions!”
She looked back at Mr. Phil and the look he gave her seemed to say, “Keep calm, don’t make a big deal, stay cool.”
She quickly slid the paper inside her folder and sat through the rest of the class wondering how this was possible. Whenever Mr. Phil looked her way, she offered him a small smile with loving eyes. “You are the best,” she thought, and wished he knew how she felt.
When the bell rang, she fumbled about with her backpack and folder, intentionally stalling, so she could be the last one to leave. She took the Algebra assignment out of the folder and reviewed each question. She noticed that the ones she left blank had been filled in and it was obviously Mr. Phil’s writing. She looked up at him and he smiled back at her.
“Don’t be late for next period Maci,” he said, “and have a great day.”
Maci didn’t know what to say, so she did what she could at the time by smiling one of the biggest smiles she’s ever had and looked at Mr. Phil with what she hoped he would see as more than simple affection and admiration. Her feelings for him were a lot stronger now, knowing that he was risking his job and career to take care of her. At that exact moment, she decided she was going to reward him the next day.
That evening, Maci put together her plan. She wanted desperately to share her joy and excitement with someone, but she knew that her friends wouldn’t understand how she was attracted to an “older dude” or even worse, she would be slut-shamed for having such a bold plan to earn a good grade in school. But the truth was, at this point, Maci didn’t even care about what anyone else thought. She wasn’t even thinking about the phone deal with her parents. She thought Mr. Phil was sincerely interested in her, and she was definitely very interested in him.
The school day seemed to drag on forever. Ten minutes before the bell rang for Maci to go to Algebra, she got a hall pass and went to the Girl’s Room. She made a quick wardrobe adjustment and returned to class. When the bell rang, she walked to class, laughing to herself about how her slight change of clothing felt, and how risky it was since she was surrounded by hundreds of other students, as well as teachers who are monitoring the hallways.
When she walked into the Algebra room, she gave Mr. Phil her sexiest expression, what she thought were bedroom eyes with a devilish grin. He raised his eyebrows, obviously aware of the provocative suggestion. “Oh man,” she thought, “this is going to be so fun.”
While everyone was working on the Algebra assignment, Maci repeated her posture that got Mr. Phil’s attention during the test. She stretched out her legs, brought her feet together, and parted her knees wide. She glanced up from her paper to see that Mr. Phil had noticed and knew by him shifting in his chair that he saw that Maci had removed her panties, exposing her young, smooth, tight pussy for him to appreciate. She saw him drop a hand under his desk and smiled. She wrote on a Post-It Note “Can I come by after the final bell?” and made sure he saw her attach it to her paper.
“Alright everyone, time’s up. Maci, would you please collect everyone’s paper?”
Maci again went from desk to desk and collected the papers, keeping hers on the bottom, careful to conceal the Post-It Note. When she placed them on his desk, Mr. Phil slightly pulled out the bottom paper, turned up the corner, and read Maci’s note. Looking around to make sure nobody was paying attention, he nodded a Yes to Maci. He noticed that Maci’s smile again was different than normal, that sexy smirk of hers with a very aggressive expression. He liked it, and hoped the next 2 hours would fly by, thinking final bell couldn’t come soon enough. He decided he was going to make it very obvious how he felt about Maci.
About 5 minutes after the final bell, Maci walked into Mr. Phil’s classroom. He was seated at his desk, as he waited for Maci to give him some sort of a sign of where she wanted this to go. “So, how private is your classroom right now Mr. Phil?” Maci asked.
“I’ve got about 45 minutes before the custodian reaches my room for cleaning,” he answered. “Nobody else would have any reason to come to my room.”
“Are you allowed to lock the door?”
“Absolutely,” he answered, feeling confident that Maci wanted what he wanted. “And if we move to that back corner of the room, it will look empty in here, as if I’ve left for the day.”
“Okay, can you?” she answered with that devilish grin again. “There’s something I want to do.”
(to be continued)