“Well, um, Mr. March, Brett is still acting out,” June said softly.
“Please, call me Thomas.”
“Oh, sir, I couldn’t,” June said quickly.
My cock stiffened and I had to suppress a groan. I had no idea what it was about this woman that turned me on, but every time we spoke, I felt a thrill of excitement shooting through my body. She was so young, so submissive – I wondered what she’d be like in bed. The idea of a blushing virgin was somehow appealing.
“Please, June,” I said.
“Okay, Thomas.” June’s voice was a high-pitched squeak. “Brett continues to pick on his classmates, and I sent him to the principal.”
“Good.”
“You’re not mad?” The relief in June’s voice was palpable. I grinned as I imagined her begging my forgiveness, on her knees, with my cock in her pouty little mouth.
“Of course not,” I said. “I want you to let Brett know that you’re in charge, and if that means sending him to the principal, then that’s what I want you to do.”
“Oh,” June said breathily. “Okay, Mr. March. I’ll do that.”
I chuckled. “Please, June, call me Thomas.”
There was a pause.
“Look, Mr. March – Thomas, sorry – I should be going, I’ve got a lot of papers to grade.”
I grinned, picturing her in a t-shirt and panties, surrounded by a mountain of schoolwork. The image of June’s stiff nipples through thin white cotton excited me tremendously. I wondered what kind of panties she wore. Probably prim little cotton bikinis, in white and pastel shades. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the scent of her sex – probably musky, and young, almost like talcum powder. I wondered if the crotch of her panties was wet. I wondered if she’d let me push those young thighs apart and lick her juicy pussy until she squirted right in my face.
By now, my cock was throbbing. My balls were starting to ache. I longed to be buried deep inside June’s pussy, to make her moan and writhe with pleasure.
“Okay,” I said. “You have a good night, June.”
“You too,” she said softly. I grinned. I might have been imagining it, but something told me that she was just as turned on as I was.
Oh, how I wanted to fuck her!
Chapter Four
June
Days passed and I didn’t hear anything from Mr. March. As much as it pained me to admit, Brett was doing much better in school and that meant I didn’t have any reason to interfere. Oh well, I thought one afternoon as I dismissed my class. That’s probably for the best. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough around him. No need to make a bigger idiot out of myself.
“June, I’m going to go,” Ruth said. “You okay to wrap things up on your own today?”
I nodded. “I’m fine,” I said. “Thanks, Ruth. You’ve been a big help – I really appreciate it.”
I’d intended to leave school early that day – before four – but once Ruth was gone, I realized that I felt like working. I pulled my schoolbag up to my desk and shuffled through papers. Normally, I didn’t feel much motivation at the end of the day, so I decided to seize it and grade that week’s math quiz.
I was almost halfway through the papers when my door banged open. My heart leapt. Thomas! I thought irrationally. He’s come to talk to me about Brett!
But when I glanced up, I saw that a gorgeous redheaded woman was making her way through the desks. She wore a luscious fur coat, sunglasses perched on the top of her head, and h
er pointy features were perfectly made up. She was beautiful in the way that an older movie star is, the kind of woman who would play the “hot mom” in some stupid teen comedy. But she wasn’t smiling. Her face was a tight mask of anger.
“I need to speak to my son’s teacher,” she said, her nostrils flaring. “Can you call her in, please?”
I frowned. “Who is your son?”
“Brett March.”