9 comments/ 76725 views/ 4 favorites Alexandra Makes The Grade Ch. 01 By: peechka Alexandra, Alex to her friends, wasted as much time as she could fiddling around inside her locker as the school building cleared of students and faculty. It was Friday afternoon and the weekly inhabitants of St. Brendan's Catholic High emptied in a hurried wave, glad to be free from yet another week of school. She listened absently as her friends talked excitedly about the evening's football game and their plans for the weekend. "Come ON Alex!" Sophie prodded her, wondering what the hell Alex was doing still shifting books and stuff around in her locker. Alex turned and frowned at her pushy friend who stood next to her, hands on her hips with an expectant look on her pretty face. Alex had other plans right now and didn't like being distracted. "Look Soph... just go on, I've gotta find my notebook, I think I left back in Mr. Morgan's classroom. It's got all my assignments in it and some notes I took in his class. I HAVE to find it." There were lots of other things in that notebook too, she'd left it in Mr. Morgan's room on purpose, hoping he would discover it and take a peek inside. Her heart raced and her body quickened just thinking about it. Sophie sighed heavily and scowled back at Alex. "Alright woman... I'm tired of standing around waiting for you. I'll call ya later." Sophie flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder like the prissy little bitch she was and hurried down the hall and out the door to the student parking lot. Alex was relieved and went back to stalling by making an attempt to put her locker, constantly in disarray, into some semblance of order. She waved bye to some of her friends as they left the school. Mr. Morgan would still be in his office, she knew. He always stayed late on Fridays using the quiet time to work on his lesson plans and grade papers so he wouldn't have to take them home for the weekend. Alex had a MONSTER crush on Mr. Morgan. She also wasn't doing all that great in his class and she hoped to manipulate the handsome older man into cutting her some slack. Alex was a tease and a flirt and she knew just how to get the boys to do her bidding. She was sure it would work the same on Mr. Morgan. Twenty minutes passed and only a few stragglers and the janitor had gone by so Alex pushed all the stuff back into her locker figuring the building was sufficiently empty and the coast was clear. She looked at herself quickly in the long mirror that lined the inside of the locker door. She grinned at herself, fluffed the soft auburn curls that hung to her shoulders and applied a new coat of crimson lip gloss to her pouty lips. She undid one more of the buttons that held her white uniform shirt closed around her small but pert breasts, glad that Victoria's Secret could give her cleavage. She tucked her shirt into the waist of her shorter than regulation black and green plaid uniform skirt and fixed the pleats so they hung just right around her mid thighs. Checking her white knee socks with a quick glance she kicked her locker door shut with one of her black strappy heels that she'd bought for just this occasion. Alex ran quickly up the stairs to the second floor of the high school and walked down the hall to the math department. Mr. Morgan was the department head and she had him this year for trigonometry. It's no wonder I'm getting a C, Alex mused as she glanced at the bulletin board outside Mr. Morgan's office where their homework was posted. The problems looked like hieroglyphics. She simply could not get a C in trig, it was absolutely impossible. She would not let this one class ruin her GPA in this, her final year of high school, and blow her chances of getting into an Ivy League caliber school. She could talk any guy into anything, Mr. Morgan didn't stand a chance, Alex thought with a wry smile as she pushed open the classroom door and waltzed into Mr. Morgan's office. ~*~ Jack Morgan sat behind his desk, going over the tests he'd given in calculus this afternoon. He frowned as he marked in red several items missed by one of his students. He was an excellent teacher, took time to make sure his students understood the classes and took great pride in how well his students did. He was fair, but very tough on his pupils and he knew when they finished his class, they were prepared for higher learning. As he graded the papers before him, his mind wandered to his plans for the weekend. He was a handsome man, a bachelor by choice. "Who needs one woman when you can have several?" was his motto. He loved women, reveled in them, and was the envy of his friends who'd tied the knot. Jack was in his early forties now and had noticed that the hair around his temples had started to gray somewhat, but other than that small fact, there wasn't much else to contradict his otherwise youthful look. Tonight he had a date with Marissa and grinned to himself as he thought about her and her vivacious little body in his bed. Golf tomorrow with Greg and then dinner with Felicity. Now there was a girl he could marry if he'd ever consider it. She was young, sweet, and beautiful with a body that could keep an old man satisfied for the rest of his days. Just as he was about to finish his last test, he heard his classroom door open and looked up; in flounced Alexandra Jenkins, a hot little number from his third block trig class. She was something, he thought, as Alexandra flashed him her widest smile and walked into his inner office and closed the door behind her. One thing Jack noticed over his years of teaching, the girls seemed to become more and more brazen in both their manner and their looks. If girls had looked like Alexandra when he was in school, he would have certainly spent a lot more time working his way between their thighs than he had. He often found himself aroused by the little hussies that seemed to over-populate the small catholic school where he'd spent the last fifteen years of his career. It was hard not to when they wore those delicious little uniforms with their little skirts and sheer white tops. A well formed body could definitely turn what was supposed to be prim and proper into anything but. Alexandra was no exception, he noticed. Her soft newly formed curves and her pert little breasts would have even Father O'Connor salivating. He imagined her long legs wrapping around his hips and her hot little mouth with its pouting red lips wrapped around his cock and for a moment just stared at Alexandra as she stood grinning in front of his desk. Alex cleared her throat after she'd let Mr. Morgan drink his fill. Her heart skipped a beat when he looked up and into her eyes. He was the hottest teacher in school and Alex swore she felt her panties moisten whenever he looked at her. He had the most piercing hazel eyes and she could never figure out whether they were more green or blue. He had a neatly trimmed goatee that gave him the most wicked look. God she wanted him she thought as he smiled up at her from his desk and nearly made her faint. "Hi Mr. Morgan," Alex greeted him. "I was wondering if we could... talk..." Just then Alex noticed her notebook sitting behind Mr. Morgan on his credenza. "Hey! You do have my notebook! I've been looking for that." She smiled when Mr. Morgan reached back to grasp the book. She reached out to take if from him but pulled her hand back and swallowed hard as, instead of handing it to her, Mr. Morgan opened it to the middle and glanced down at what was written inside. Jack couldn't believe what he was seeing. Alexandra was a talented artist, everyone at St. Brendan's knew. She was the one all the clubs went to for their designs and Miss Monroe, the art teacher had mentioned in the teacher's lounge the other day that Alexandra would most likely be offered several scholarships for her talent. He and never quite imagined that Alexandra's art skill included graphic drawings of him engaged in sexual acts with a girl who couldn't be mistaken for anyone other than Alexandra herself. He knew the man in the drawing was him, she'd captured him perfectly. She'd even gotten his dimple right. Jack flipped through the notebook and found nothing but pages of himself and Alexandra in different sexual positions. It became very warm suddenly in his office and he felt his cock stiffen in his slacks as he looked at Alexandra's imagination at work. "Good God," he thought, wondering now exactly what Alexandra was doing in his office. He masked his dirty thoughts and looked up at Alexandra, a smile curving his lips. He turned the notebook around and laid it down in front of Alexandra. Alex felt herself falter for just a moment as she watched him thumb slowly through the images she'd drawn in the notebook during his class. She prayed he wouldn't turn her in to the head master, Father O'Connor, but quickly regained her confidence when she saw his smile. She felt very warm inside and couldn't help but press her thighs a little tighter together when Mr. Morgan smiled at her. "Well well, Alexandra... I can see now why you're getting a C in my class instead of your usual A. Is this what you spend your time doing during my class instead of taking notes on the trig formulas?" "You know Mr. Morgan... you can call me Alex. Everyone does." Alex tried to hide the fact that she was annoyed. He wasn't stammering over his words nor had he blushed when he saw her drawings. He seemed totally unaffected by them. She again flashed him her winning smile and leaned forward on his desk, her palms backwards on the edge of the smooth wood, flirting with him. She used her arms to push her small breasts forward and licked her lips, pulled into a playful pout. Jack returned her smile casually and noted how this little vixen before him used her body to tease him. It was working, but he was onto her game. Alexandra wouldn't be leading him around like one of her little high school boys. This girl was used to being a tease and he could only imagine how many little boys she'd sent home with aching nuts. Jack doubted she had any idea what she was toying with when she plotted this little escapade. ~*~ Jack ignored her offer and his growing arousal, and asked her again about the notebook. "Alexandra, I appreciate your skills as an artist, but your lack of performance in my trig class is a concern. Drawing instead of paying attention to the class isn't going to help your GPA." Alex again tried to use her perfect pout to her advantage. "Mr. Morgan I will work harder in your class, I promise. I was paying attention... obviously..." she grinned and gestured to her drawings. Alex squirmed and again felt her body respond to her own drawings when she glanced down at them. "Can't you cut me some slack Mr. Morgan? Please? Maybe I could... make a deal with you?" Alex asked coyly. She licked her full lips in a teasing offer. What would it take, Alex wondered, to get her way? Alex brazenly moved around to the back of Mr. Morgan's desk and pulled her right knee up a little as she sat atop the smooth dark wood. Her movements brought the hem of her plaid skirt dangerously high on her smooth tanned thigh. Jack leaned back in his chair and put his hands up behind his head casually, a slow smile turning his lips. He had to admire the girl. She put up a good air of confidence. But he knew better... he could see her pulse pounding furiously in her slender neck and she was clenching the edge of his desk, her knuckles white. He knew she was taking this further than she had thought she would have to. Two could play at this game, he thought with a smile. He let his eyes wander up her well formed legs, those of an athlete. He liked the soft curves of lean muscle that where highlighted by the low sun in the fall sky that streamed through his windows. And damn if he didn't have a thing for those knee socks she was wearing with her heels. He wondered if she wore those heels just for him today. He devoured her with his eyes, and knew that Alexandra could see his now hard cock pressed against his trousers. Just how far was Alexandra willing to go to get an A he wondered. Jack let his gaze come to a halt at the hem of her skirt. His semi reclining position allowed him to see into the shadowed junction of her thighs. At least the girl had her panties on, he thought. He could see the white material molded to her young mound, and his cock throbbed visibly in his pants. He'd love to do just what she'd so vividly illustrated for him, pinning her young lithe body to his desk and plunging into her wet little cunt. Alex grew bolder and openly gawked at the large bulge in Mr. Morgan's pants. She'd imagined what he would look like naked a thousand times. She'd sat and masturbated to her drawings late at night after she'd finished her homework. She was still a virgin but she knew if her fingers felt that good inside her pussy, a real cock must be the bomb. She leaned back on his desk and parted her legs a little further. She'd only come up here to flirt a little bit and get her grade bumped up but now, seeing how he looked at her, she wondered if she could get him to touch her a little. He was so hot and she wanted him in the worst way. "Do you think you could make a deal with me Mr. Morgan?" Alex lifted her narrow hips almost without thinking as she asked softly, her voice husky and warm, like honey. Jack smiled devilishly at the young little trick in front of him. "Alexandra... what is it you want me to do for you?" He wondered if she could vocalize her intentions. He wanted to see how far she would go to get her way. He wanted to make HER stammer and blush and feel that delicious little shame that came with it. Alex was frustrated that Mr. Morgan hadn't thrown himself at her mercy and didn't quite understand why he wasn't taking the hint when she knew he was turned on by her little show. "Well Mr. Morgan... I was hoping that maybe you could help out my average this semester a little." She looked down, her confidence wavering when his eyebrow rose in what she couldn't be sure was a mocking gesture. "And I'm just supposed to give you an A when you've done nothing to earn that grade Alexandra?" He enjoyed the way she tried to hide her growing frustration with him. "Do you think you deserve that sort of special treatment? Several of your classmates have to work very hard for what normally comes very easy to you Alexandra. They don't sit around fantasizing about what I would... or would not do... to dirty little girls like yourself." Jack smiled wolfishly at Alexandra as she blushed furiously at his last little barb. "Well Alexandra? What is your answer? What have you done to earn an A from me?" He watched her wicked little mind search for a quick answer that would help her gain the upper-hand. Poor chit. Alex struggled to pull herself back together... how dare Mr. Morgan not play along with her carefully constructed plot! She tucked an errant curl back behind her ear, hoping Mr. Morgan couldn't see her shake just a little. "Maybe I haven't... yet... but I thought maybe... you know... that you..." Alex looked at her notebook in her arms and then back at Mr. Morgan hoping THIS time he'd understand her meaning. "That's right Alexandra. You haven't earned an A. 'Yet,'" he said, using her words against her. What did you have in mind? Tell me exactly what you mean to do to earn the A you're requesting... with improved study habits and classroom attention perhaps?" He gave her his most earnest expression, the distress it was causing her almost palpable. "Mr. Morrrgann!" Alexandra groaned her frustration level nearly at its peak. "Yes?" He replied dryly. Alex got up from her provocative reclined position on the desk and resisted the urge to run like the scared schoolgirl she desperately didn't want to appear. Think about your grade Alex! Her brain screamed in response to her floundering. And now... almost more insistent than her need to make the grade... was her need to know what it was like to be the girl in those drawings. She looked down for a moment and then an absolutely brilliant idea came to her and she smiled very slowly before she picked up her notebook and thumbed through it quickly to the page she was looking for. ~*~ Alex slammed the notebook down in front of Mr. Morgan and showed him one of her most graphic drawings. She pointed to it, her long white-tipped fingernail resting on her self-rendering. She looked up at Mr. Morgan expectantly, a triumphant smile on her lips. Jack raised a brow as he looked over the picture Alexandra had chosen as a demonstration of how she would "earn" her grade. He hadn't noticed this particular sketch before and he had to admit, it not only shocked and made his still-hard cock twitch, it made him wonder what Alexandra had been spending her spare time looking at... where she'd gotten this particular fantasy. The drawing, a picture of submission, showed Alexandra on her knees before him, the front of her white uniform blouse ripped open, revealing her young pert breasts, tiny clothespin-like clamps on each nipple... her plaid pleated skirt shorn up the front spread across her thighs revealing her bare little cunt. Her curls were fisted in the man's... Jack's... hand... his cock in the other guiding it to her open waiting mouth. The girl's... Alexandra's... arms were bound behind her back, forcing her breasts forward, and there were marks, representing welts drawn on the front of her thighs... a stick, one used to point out things on the blackboard, rested on the desk she was kneeled in front of. She had even drawn droplets of precum on the head of his cock given herself a juicy looking cunt... droplets running down the inside of her thighs. Jack wondered if the bare cunt in that picture... all the pubic hair shaved clean... matched the one between Alexandra's thighs. When Jack had finished looking at the drawing, he returned his eyes to her hopeful ones. "That's a very interesting drawing Alexandra." "Alex," she countered. "You still didn't answer my question Alexandra." "Yes I did!" she nearly yelled as she pointed again to the picture she'd drawn. "No Alexandra... you didn't," Jack answered quietly and calmly. He was enjoying torturing the poor girl but a previous glance at his clock told him he didn't have time to continue this titillating, not to mention, dangerous little game they were playing. He closed the notebook and pushed it toward Alexandra, noting how her expression changed numerous times in the blink of an eye. "Now. Get your things Alexandra. Pack up your notebook. And get out of my office. I have to get going or I'll be late for my plans this evening." He did his best to put her off with his gruff tone. He almost felt sorry for her when she scowled at him in anger, frustration, and disappointment. Silly little trollop. Alex felt like crying and screaming at Mr. Morgan all at the same time. She knew... just KNEW he thought she was attractive. She'd had enough boyfriends to know what an erection looked like in their pants. She saw him looking her over and between her legs when she sat on his desk. Why wouldn't he play along? She was hurt but wasn't going to give Mr. Morgan the satisfaction of seeing it. Unaware that he already had. "Fine!" Alex muttered under her breath before covering it with another of her winning smiles. She reached for her notebook and gasped as Mr. Morgan grasped her arm. "Don't come in here again with your promises of pleasures you know nothing about, trying to con yourself an A in my class with a short skirt and an open blouse showing your wares off like a common whore. I'm not one of your little drooling puppies Alexandra and I won't be treated like one. I suggest you learn how to focus in my class to earn your A or..." He smiled menacingly at her, making her heart flutter in response, "...learn how to tell me... exactly... what it is you plan to barter with Alexandra. I don't want pictures... I don't want thinly masked innuendos. I want you to tell me in your own words... how you want to earn your grade." Alexandra Makes The Grade Ch. 02 The following Friday afternoon found Jack on his way out to the teachers' parking lot after another week of classes. He was glad to be finished and was looking forward to a long weekend of football games and friends. Jack's alma mater, Brown, had a big game coming up against Cornell and although the teams weren't powerhouse NCAA teams, he and his college buddies enjoyed the games and tried to get up to Providence as often as they could. He could hear the far away blast of whistles coming from the athletic complex as they blended with the threads of music that drifted from an orchestra practice somewhere inside the buildings of St. Brendan's. The early fall day was unseasonably warm for New England and he took a deep breath... savoring perhaps the last of an Indian summer. Jack smiled to himself as his thoughts, again, ran to the little trollop in the green plaid skirt known as Alexandra Jenkins. Her only acknowledgement of him this week had been curt responses and little, if any, eye contact. He flashed his most wicked smile at every opportunity and delighted in his game of goading her. Since he'd dressed her down in his office the previous Friday, she'd not shown the slightest bit of interest in pursuing her grade though less than proper means and had done her best to thumb her nose at him. He, however, had caught her staring at him several times and would regal her with a taunting wink. Jack thought about times in the past, especially when he'd first started teaching, that he'd been approached by a few of his female students. He'd always managed to turn them in other directions without hurting their tender feelings. He'd not had any real interest in any of them... Bold, provocative Alexandra was different. Perhaps it was the picture she'd show him. He couldn't count the number of times his thoughts wandered to that picture... and Alexandra with her legs spread and her mouth open in want of his cock. As Jack rounded the corner to what he knew would be a nearly deserted faculty lot where his car was parked, he spied the object of his ruminations leaning against his car, fixing her hair in the adjacent window belonging to Father O'Connor's black Lincoln. Did she just undo another button on her shirt? What did she want now? Jack pondered Alexandra's presence at his car as he approached her, again smiling when she saw him and stood up straight and took several deep breaths. Jack slowed his pace and watched her squirm for a few more moments, enjoying her discomfort. "I thought you'd never get out here!" Alex blurted out as Mr. Morgan approached. She made no attempt to hide her exasperation with him. When he only smiled in response she felt like screaming at him, as she had most of this week. She was still unsure of how to proceed with her plan to manipulate Mr. Morgan into the A she so desperately wanted. She was not yet ready to give in to his demands. She still wanted to play her game. Not his. "What are you doing out here Alexandra? Are you ready to tell me how you plan to get an A in Trig? Your quiz this week showed no signs that you're going to attempt to get your grade the old fashioned way." Jack kept his eyes trained to hers as he popped the trunk of his car and put his briefcase inside. After he'd finished putting his things away he stepped in front of her and leaned against Father O'Connor's car, putting only a few feet between them. He folded his arms across his chest and stood with his legs apart, outside of hers. Alexandra again felt her confidence falter as she finally met and held Mr. Morgan's gaze for the first time all week. She was frustrated to no end that he made her feel vulnerable. No boy had ever done that to her. She was always the one in control. She could smell his cologne, a crisp warm scent that filled her senses every time he came near and that too weakened her, as did his piercing gaze. Alex placed her hands behind her back and gripped her hands together, more tightly than was perhaps necessary and she was disgusted with herself and her sweaty palms. "Well Alexandra? Are you ready to acquiesce? Tell me... tell me how you wish to achieve an A in trigonometry." Jack paused... waiting for her to gather her courage. He watched her chest rise and fall beneath her white blouse, her nipples pulled taut beneath the thin material. Jack wanted to see those firm breasts bare and heaving as he thrust into her for the first time. He made no attempt to cover his ungentlemanly appraisal of her, letting his eyes wander to the modest splay of her hips and the fine muscles of her thighs, unhidden by a skirt that seemed to shorten every day. He held her gaze once more and nodded... bidding her to speak. Alex smiled up at Mr. Morgan, having felt his hungry gaze on her and knew the familiar power she felt whenever she caught someone looking at her admiringly. Alex was beautiful and she knew it. Everyone, starting with her doting parents, had told her so since the day she was born. She remembered that now and began to flirt with her body, arching her back just a little more, nipping at her bottom lip before turning on a wicked little grin. "I know you want to touch me Mr. Morgan. I saw your cock pressing against your pants in your office Friday and if I'm not mistaken, you were just wondering what I look like without this little uniform on." Alex took a step away from his car and continued. "I know you liked those pictures I drew of us. I know you've wondered what it would be like to... touch me Mr. Morgan... just a little..." Alex let her voice trail off as she took another step toward him, almost touching him, not breaking his gaze even as her heart thudded inside her chest nervously. Jack watched her amusedly, enjoying her flirtations and her attempts to spur him to touch her. He wasn't surprised that she was trying to subvert his demands. Was she simply too shy, too inexperienced to vocalize the picture she'd drawn of them? Or was she just too damn proud and haughty to deign to someone else's commands? Most likely the later, Jack mused. As Alex was about to close the final distance between them, Jack grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back with one quick motion, pinning her against his car with his body, chuckling low as she tried to hide her squeal of surprise. Jack pressed his groin against her, letting her feel his hard arousal against the top of her mound and her lower stomach. "What's the matter Alexandra? This is what you wanted isn't it? You wanted me to touch you..." Jack slid a hand up behind her head and captured a fistful of her soft lush curls, holding her tightly, her head pulled back... throat bared. "You're right. I did enjoy your lurid little pictures." Jack moved his other hand quickly between her thighs as he held her tightly by her hair, noting that she didn't struggle; only gazed into his eyes. Was that a look of triumph he saw? He pressed his fingers hard against her mound and Alexandra stunned him by pressing out into it. Alex grinned up at him. She was frightened at first when he pushed her back but she was getting what she wanted! She pressed into his hand and rubbed herself against it just a little. She was being a slut, she knew, but she didn't care. She was winning! Her heart pounded in her chest with elation. She hoped he'd continue... she wanted more. When Alexandra grinned up at him, showing how thrilled she was with herself and rubbed against his hand, he was a bit angry and yet... pleased. But there was no way Jack was going to let her walk away with any sort of victory over him... a wet little cunt perhaps... but she would know where she stood. And that was not in control. "Look at you... dirty little slut... are you always so easy Alexandra? Do you spread your legs for all the boys?" Jack sneered just a little as he mocked her, his hand continuing to rub her mound through her skirt as he held her still against his car by her hair. "Do you like this Alexandra? Do you want me to touch that precious little cunt you keep hidden between your thighs?" Jack didn't wait for an answer and he smiled as her victorious grin wilted. Jack moved his hand up under the hem of her skirt to the soft supple skin of her thighs and moved his knee between her legs to keep them apart. He pinched her gently, but made sure she felt the sting, watching her eyes as a cry escaped her throat. Alexandra made no attempt to pull away from him. "What? Nothing to say? No gloating smile? I can feel the heat of your cunt on my fingers Alexandra and I haven't even touched it. Do you have panties on? Or are you too much of a whore for panties? Hmm... let me see..." Jack answered his questions with one flick of his fingers as they met with the thin cotton of Alexandra's panties, damp with her excitement. "Well well... what a surprise! Who would have thought that such a dirty girl wore panties? Let's see what's under them, shall we?" Jack felt a moment of sympathy as Alexandra's cheeks flushed crimson with her sweet shame. It was nothing less than the little chit deserved, he thought as he returned to the torment. Her body was on fire. She didn't know whether to cry or to whimper. Mr. Morgan was saying horrible things to her and yet they made her feel a little crazy... and even though he was mocking her... she didn't want him to stop. Alex tried to force herself to look unaffected by his rough treatment but the warmth spreading in her belly and between her thighs let her know she was anything but. Jack pressed his thumb over the soft lips of Alexandra's cunt, protected by the thin cotton of her panties. He could feel the dampness and pressed his thumb further between her folds, where he could feel her blossoming clit hardening between them. He used the tip of his finger to scrape over her panties, teasing her; loving the soft moans that she couldn't keep from escaping those luscious lips of hers. "Mmmm Alexandra... you're wet aren't you sweeting? You want something more don't you little one? Oh yes... look how you spread your legs wider for me... such an eager slut." Again Jack didn't wait for her to respond before pushing his fingers past the shield of her panties and into her slit. Jesus... So fucking hot and wet! He pressed his hard cock against Alexandra's hip as he teased her ripe little cunt. He remembered wondering if she shaved as she'd drawn herself. He wondered no more. Her soft bare cunt lips sucked at his fingers and he couldn't resist the urge to smear her copious juices all over them feeling their silkiness. "Oh god Mr. Morgan!" Alex groaned as she felt his fingers slide into the folds of her pussy. There was no awkwardness in the way he touched her as there always was with the boys she'd dated. They were gawky and rough and Alex and never let them inside her panties. Mr. Morgan was a man and in her disjointed thoughts, she supposed that was why he touched her just right. She wanted more... just like he told her she did. Jack ran the tip of his finger around the small opening to Alexandra's cunt, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued his assault on her naïve young body. He waited. Slowly teasing... touching... running his fingers up and down along the inner folds of her sweet little slit. His thumb occasionally pressing circles around her throbbing clit, guiding her... coaxing her with his expert touch. Alexandra was exquisite in her throaty whimpers. "What if someone's watching you spread your legs for me Alexandra? There are still people here. What will you do if we're caught Alexandra? And look at you... no better than a dirty little whore, whimpering for more..." Jack knew that she was barely listening to him as he stroked and fondled her delicious little cunt. Even if she was oblivious to their precarious position; broad daylight in the school parking lot... Jack wasn't. Funny... it hadn't stopped him. "Please Mr. Morgan... please..." Alex whispered softly, not knowing just what she was begging him for, not caring as long as he didn't stop. Alex had given herself many orgasms, but nothing felt like this... she had such a burning... an exquisite ache building inside her... she needed... more. Jack pressed against Alexandra, using his body to help support her, feeling her body weaken with the pleasure of his touch. He laughed when she pleaded with him, knowing she was nearing her climax. "That's right Alexandra... such a good girl... remember you must always ask me for what you want. Tell me Alexandra... what do you want from me right at this moment?" Alex tossed her head gently... her eyes locked on Mr. Morgan's as she writhed against his car. She pulled against his grip in her hair, though not to escape his grasp. Her back arched and when he asked what it was she wanted she could only whimper, the embarrassment of having to form the words rendering her mute. "Tell me Alexandra... what do you need?" It took all the restraint Jack could muster not to plunge his fingers into her silken sheath and revel in the heat of her tightness. He continued his ravishing, swirling his finger around and around the opening, waiting for her response. "Tell me what you want. Ask for it like a good girl." He wanted to hear her say the words... wanted her to ask him if she could cum. Alex jutted her hips out to Mr. Morgan's relentless fingers, her body shuddering... she needed release... needed it... "Please Mr. Morgan... please may I cum?" Alex whispered softly, not wanting to hear herself give in and say the words, knowing she was helpless. With those words, Jack thrust two fingers up into Alexandra's swollen tight cunt. He bit into his lip to keep from groaning with the pleasure of it. She was so small, so amazingly small inside... and SO DAMN HOT. Perhaps a younger Jack Morgan would have cum from with the sheer rapture of it. Alex cried out unrestrained as Mr. Morgan's fingers thrust into her pussy, and she let him hold her up as she held on to the thin strings of control. His fingers hurt at first, spreading her wider than she'd ever been. She'd only ever used her own fingers and they seemed terribly small in comparison. It didn't take very long for the initial pain to recede and for pleasure to take over. Jack knew he'd hurt her, and when he felt the shield of her virginity still intact he eased his thrusts, not wanting to tear her just yet. Her response to him was so utterly honest, her naivety so earnest, he knew he had to have her. The fact that she was a virgin pleased him more than he would have ever believed. However, her pleasure was about to come to an abrupt end. Alexandra whimpered and writhed in his grasp as his fingers pumped in and out of her drenched little cunt. "Do you want to cum for me Alexandra? Is that what you want?" Jack flicked her swollen clit with his thumb as his fingers continued their onslaught into her velvety depths. "Please Mr. Morgan... please," Alex panted. So close... her body was screaming for release. She didn't care about her grade anymore it seemed. She didn't care that she was giving in. All she wanted was to end the agonizing ecstasy. What was happening to her, she wondered. With her last soft plea, Jack drew his fingers from her and left her, weak and trembling against his car, stepping back to watch her reaction when the haze of pleasure cleared and she was left with that horrible yearning. He couldn't help but smile inwardly as she began to realize what had just happened... or not happened as the case may be. Alex flushed... this time with anger and embarrassment. How could he be so horrible? She was so close and he pushed her away! Damn him! This is going all wrong... again... horribly wrong! "You Bastard!" she hissed at him, her trembling hands pushing her skirt down her thighs and buttoning her blouse. She was no longer shaking with pleasure but with nearly unbridled anger. His rejection of her at her most vulnerable moment was more than her ego could stand. Her anger was doubled when she felt tears of frustration well in her eyes. "Truer words were never spoken Miss Jenkins." Jack sneered. He didn't know why but he took his fingers still smeared with her juices and pushed them into her mouth, already open and prepared to spew another insult. As he forced his fingers into her throat he pinned her against the car with his body and grinned as she started to gag just a bit. "Do you like that Alexandra? Do you like the taste of your sticky sweet juices? Lick it off... that's a good girl." He was being deliberately cruel and the reason for it escaped him. Alex growled and tried to shove him away... twisting her head away from his fingers before finally biting down hard enough for him to yank them away. Jack just smiled down at her... his eyes betraying nothing of the turmoil he was feeling inside. He released his grip in her hair and let her pull away. "You! You jerk! You fucking asshole! I let you touch me! I let you..." Alex could only scream her frustration. "Why did you stop?" "I gave you specific instructions when last we spoke young lady. I told you that you must tell me in vivid detail how you were going to earn your grade. I told you that you must tell me about the picture you drew. That IS truly what you want isn't it? To be the girl in that picture? With the welts on your thighs from the cane, your clothes torn, begging for my cock? I don't think that's what you told me earlier Alexandra. I believe you thought you could play a little game with me this afternoon, only you came up empty handed." "This was your first lesson in 'Alexandra doesn't always get what she wants.' I will decide everything that happens between us Alexandra. You don't make the rules of the game. I'll demand more than a cheap little finger-fuck in the parking lot for that grade you're wanting. There is much for you to learn if you want to please me. Don't be a poor sport now sweeting.... We've only just begun." "I DON'T want to..." He ignored her retort and without another word, and not even a backwards glance, Jack Morgan got in his car and pulled out of the parking lot, leaving Alexandra to her own devices. Alexandra Makes The Grade Ch. 03 Alex didn't acknowledge Mr. Morgan for two weeks after their encounter in the parking lot. She could barely stand to look at him let alone talk or look at him! There were four weeks left in the grading period. Alex's only chance to save her GPA now was to study and see if she could recover in time. She was damn sure that there would be no bribing that arrogant bastard. When Alex thought about the parking lot and what Mr. Morgan had done and how he humiliated her, she could barely stand it. What really pissed Alex off was that those thoughts... those humiliating memories... made her excruciatingly hot. And no matter how many times she touched herself, she couldn't duplicate the way he made her feel. She longed for it... for the feel of his fingers as they slid so expertly into her waiting and eager young body. She yearned to feel the strength he used to pin her to the car while he violated her so thoroughly. She absolutely hated him but she wanted Mr. Morgan more than anything else in her young life. ~*~ Jack felt only mildly guilty at his treatment of Alexandra when last they'd met. She had again been so sure of herself. Positive that she could lure him in with her short skirt and her criminally provocative body. He had let her pout and be angry for the last two weeks but it was time to put a stop to it; he'd had enough. She was over the top in her avoidance of him and while it was amusing, it had become trite. Just before the bell rang that signaled the end of third block, Jack called out the homework. "Chapter 4 review on page 35 due tomorrow. Don't forget the test on Friday. Jason, pick up the papers under your desk. Alexandra, see me after class." The bell rang and class erupted into a dull roar as his students filed out into the hallway. He caught the hostile glance that radiated from Alexandra's green eyes and he grinned in anticipation of the confrontation that was to ensue. Alex stood there and stared at him... she clinched her fist tightly around the handles of her Coach bag. Unbelievable!! What a jackass! How could he call her out and make her stay after class. She heard the irritation in his voice and she knew everyone else did. She'd seen some of the looks thrown her way as her friends filed out of class. Sophie gave her a sympathetic look, and that asshole Tyler smirked at her as he walked out, believing her to be in trouble. How embarrassing! Jack walked into his office, ignoring Alexandra and her dirty looks. He sat down at his desk and waited for her to come to him. He knew her anger would force her in to his office to scream at him. He would let her blast him, to get rid of her anger and then he would explain things to her. He didn't have too long to wait. Alex stormed into Mr. Morgan's office and stood in front of his desk tapping the toe of her high heeled Mary Jane shoe on the tiled floor. Not only had he made her stay after in front of her classmates, he walked away from her and into his office, expecting her to follow him like some obedient little twit. She had followed him in there didn't she? "Ugh!" she thought to herself. She was pathetic. "What do you want?" Alex blurted out, letting her annoyance show unchecked. Jack set the folder down that he'd been pretending to read while he waited. He leaned back in his chair before he looked up at Alexandra. Oh, she was mad; her brilliant green eyes flashed angrily. He was delighted. "Are you done acting like a child Alexandra?" he asked his voice hard and annoyed. Alex couldn't contain it. Her inner crazy ripped through her composure, "A CHILD? You are calling me a child? You just embarrassed me in front of the whole entire senior class! You touched me and humiliated me in the parking lot! You did things to me! I... You..." Alex's chest was heaving and she was spitting her venom through her teeth. "You're a bastard and I don't care if you give me detention!" Alex took a breath and she felt tears welling in her eyes. How could he do this to her and why was she crying? It was all unfair. So unfair! She bit her lip and turned her head toward the window. Leaves blew around on the dark pavement of the parking lot. "Let's talk about unfair Alexandra." Jack's voice sharp, harsh. "When I speak to you, you will look at me Alexandra." He waited for her to turn to him. "Look at me now young lady." Alexandra turned her eyes to meet his and he smiled at her tears, watching one roll, glistening, down her beautiful cheek. He was pretty sure she hated him. Her tears were exquisite. "What is unfair, Alexandra, is you throwing yourself at me like a common whore expecting me to change your grade and then getting angry when I beat you at your own game. Now stop behaving like a spoiled little girl. You've offered your body to a grown man. Behaving like a spoiled brat no longer suits you unless of course you've changed your mind." He waited for a moment giving her opportunity, surprised that she didn't look away from him or indicate that she had indeed changed her mind. His little minx stood mute, her tears threatening... her eyes sparking. "You are more than capable of earning an A in my class and you will earn that A, Alexandra. I have never, and will not start, giving away grades in my class. But based on how wet your cunt was in the parking lot the other day, I can tell that this is about more than trying to get me to give you a grade. You're a wanton little slut Alexandra and you were so deliciously hot for me. You do remember how sweet you tasted, don't you sweetheart?" His words were blunt and he didn't care. The games were over. It was time to see if Alexandra was willing to 'put up or shut up' so to speak. "Alexandra, your notebook contained some very explicit images. Which hardcore porn sites have you been trolling?" Jack asked tersely. He remembered the images so clearly, very graphic in nature. He had been embarrassed by them at first when he recognized himself in her drawings. Jack had never really felt desire for one of his students but seeing Alexandra and himself drawn so expertly in Alexandra's notebook, she playing the submissive, he the dominant had pushed the thought unbidden into his head... and his appetite. His cock was hard, like an undisciplined teenager, now, just thinking about them. He wanted Alexandra. He would have her. "The one you're on." She wanted to roll her eyes but she didn't want to force the tears down her cheeks again. "You'll keep the sarcasm from your voice from now on Alexandra, do you understand me?" "But I..." Alex hesitated. His voice was hard. This was different. Mr. Morgan was done screwing around. "Yes," she replied. "Yes what Alexandra?" "Yes Mr. Morgan." It was almost painful for Alex to say. She felt childish. Mr. Morgan's whole demeanor had changed towards her. There was no smile and his voice was cold. When she looked in his eyes though... they were flashing with that hunger she'd seen during their previous encounters – wolfish. But his firmness with her, his coldness... it intrigued her and she was sure he was aroused. "Very good Alexandra. From now on you will do exactly what I say, without hesitation. You will look at me when I speak to you and you will answer me without question or smart remarks. I want you to give me the notebook right now." Jack smiled to himself as Alexandra reached into her stack of books for the pornographic portfolio. "You will do your homework tonight Alexandra. You will study for all of your classes and you will be prepared for your Trig test on Friday. You will get an A. As I said, I believe that all of this has very little to do with whoring yourself out for a grade, Alexandra. If you're up to the challenge of discovering why you chose those particular images to draw us in, you will earn the A you are coveting; starting with your performance on Friday's test." "It is inappropriate for a girl of your age to be looking at these sorts of images and you will cease masturbating to it. Do I make myself clear? The next fingers in your cunt will be mine." Alex looked at him in stunned silence as she handed over the notebook. Who did he think he was anyway? She looked longingly at Mr. Morgan's fingers as they closed around the offered notebook and held onto it just a little longer before relinquishing it to him. She remembered the feel of his fingers under her skirt and she felt his fist in her hair as he held her still, pinned between him and his car. Her body quickened as she remembered how vulnerable she felt when he had her in his grasp... doing things to her, touching her. She sighed softly and met his eyes with a smoky gaze. Did Mr. Morgan just lick his chops? "Yes Mr. Morgan," Alex muttered softly. Jack scribbled on a pad on his desk and ripped off the top sheet. "You will not touch that perfect little cunt of yours except to shave it clean for me. I will know if you do so do not try. You will make the necessary arrangements and excuses as to why you aren't coming home after school and that you'll be home by curfew. You have three days to study for the test. Friday by the end of the day I will have your test graded. You will come directly here after fourth block. An A will earn you a choice in what happens next." Jack looked at Alexandra, his voice softening for the first time. "Here's a hall pass. Get to your fourth block class." ~*~ Alex had gone through the rest of Tuesday in a daze. Her mind was swirling with everything that had transpired between her and Mr. Morgan that afternoon. When the final bell of the day rang, Alex found herself at her locker only hesitating for a second when her fingers touched her Trig book and notebook before sliding it into her Vera Bradley laptop bag with the rest of her homework. That evening Alex spent the time after diner in her room with her books, adding the Chapter review that Mr. Morgan had assigned. As she fell asleep that night and next two after... she dreamt of the images in her notebook... letting them come to life... teasing her mercilessly. When Alex wasn't in school or studying she was thinking about Mr. Morgan and his affect on her. She could still feel his fingers inside her, pushing her wide, filling her. She ached with the desire to feel the heat and intensity that he ignited within her when he used his blunt dirty words. Alex had found herself in several cold showers so that she could obey Mr. Morgan's demands. She was pissed a little at herself for caring about making him happy but she did it anyway. Friday morning she woke a little earlier to ensure she was "ready" just as Mr. Morgan had instructed her. She was extra careful so that everything was perfect... It was soooo hard not to touch her throbbing swollen clit. It had been screaming for her to touch it since she walked out of Mr. Morgan's class Tuesday afternoon. When she was finished getting ready, Alex took a long look at herself in the mirror. "Do you have any idea what you're doing Alex? Oh hell no." She leaned in and kissed the mirror, turned on her heel and headed off to the wolf's den. Jack could barely take his eyes off Alexandra as she took her test Friday afternoon. She worked more diligently and appeared more focused than she had at any other time during the first five weeks of the grading period. He wasn't really surprised. Jack knew Alexandra would comply with his instructions as far as her grade was concerned. Perhaps she had even thrown her grade on purpose with this end being her play. He didn't know her motives completely but he did know that his cock had a raging erection for the long legs, chestnut curls, and flaming green eyes that belonged to Alexandra Jenkins and he meant to bury himself balls deep between her thighs at his earliest convenience. ~*~ "Alright class, pass in your exams. Thanks for your work this week and have a good weekend. Tristan – behave yourself this weekend – I heard about Donnie's party Saturday. Don't make me call your mama." He smiled at the catcalls and jeering as Tristan's classmates poked fun at him. They filed out of class as the bell rang to end the week. He tightened his grip on the folder that held Alexandra's test as he sat at his desk waiting for the hussy to arrive as he'd instructed. It was five minutes since the bell had rung and she should have been in here. Jack had been sure she'd come. "Ahh well," he sighed. It was better this way anyway. He did not need to get his hands dirty with Alexandra. It could only end badly. Alexandra's cold feet were for the best. Jack gathered up the trig and calc tests from today's classes and started grading the rest of them. He put Alexandra out of his mind for the time being. He was not going to take work home over the weekend. He had to find an alternate recipient for his pent-up frustrations. Marissa. Marissa was his go to girl. Jack grinned... Marissa would take all that he needed to give and then some. He would text her when he left. Alex leaned her forehead on the cool glass beside the door to Mr. Morgan's room. She'd been standing there for some time; more than twenty minutes had passed since the bell rang. Trying to calm her nerves and find her courage was not something Alex was used to. She was pissed at herself for being so dumb. "He wants you," her subconscious kept saying. "Just go in." Alex took a deep breath and stepped inside the room. She saw Mr. Morgan sitting behind his desk where she knew he'd be. His head was down and she knew he was grading tests. She couldn't take her eyes off of him and the door closed behind her. "Fuck." Alex said, knowing there was no going back. "Indeed, Alexandra. 'Fuck' indeed. Come in here please." Jack watched her come slowly into his office. Gone the confidence that normally shown proudly in her beautiful features. Alexandra looked earnestly scared... Was that determination he saw as well? He was pleased. Very pleased. "You're late Alexandra." Jack held her eyes as he picked up the folder that held her test. "Yea... Yes Sir. I uh... I was um... Well I... I was just waiting for everyone to leave. And I was, well... Nervous?" Oh my gawd! Alex screamed inwardly at herself for being such a douche! Get yourself together! "Yes Alexandra. I suspect that you should be nervous. After all, here you are, in the office of your math teacher on a late Friday afternoon long after the last bell has rung and your classmates and other teachers have left for the day." Jack stood up and walked around the front of his desk, sitting back casually against it. He opened the folder and spun it around so Alexandra could see her results. "I did it!" Alex gasped as her eyes darted to his. "Oh my gawd! I did it!" she smiled broadly at Mr. Morgan and forgetting the nature of her visit for a moment threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jack caught her in his arms, the test and folder falling to the floor, and grasped her tightly against him, spreading his legs, pulling her in between his thighs. He was caught off guard by her rather enthusiastic display. Her small pert breasts were pressed against his chest and he could smell her sweet perfume. He groaned inwardly as it took all he had not to throw her on his desk and ravish her. He released her slightly as his hands slid down encircling her narrow waist as she looked up into his eyes, dark with lust. Jack licked his lips slowly as he watched the expression on Alexandra's face change. Alex lost her breath for a moment as she realized what she'd done. She felt Mr. Morgan's cock against her belly and she shivered in his arms. She couldn't help but press into him. She looked up at him and she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to taste his lips, so perfect. His hands moved to her waist and she tilted her head back, parting her lips, letting her tongue dance across them. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed Mr. Morgan to touch her. Jack grasped her soft brown curls. He could feel their softness envelope his fingers and he remembered hungrily how her hot went cunt had felt around his fingers as he thrust them in and out of her. He groaned and tugged her head back as she offered herself to him, her tongue taunting him as it caressed her pouty lips. He couldn't wait to force his cock between those soft pink lips and into her throat. He resisted the urge to plunder her mouth. "We have a few more things to discuss Alexandra. Did you follow the rest of my instructions? Did you play with yourself darling? Did you touch that delicious pussy?" When she sucked in her breath, he laughed. "Really Alexandra? You're going to pretend to be shocked? Pfft." Alex started to lash out at his taunting but hesitated when she remembered Tuesday's stern reprimand. Was he really going to ruin this with his sarcasm? She swallowed her words when she felt his cock leap against her. She could feel herself soften, the heat building. She was so eager for him to touch her. She could feel the oh so familiar wetness oozing between her pussy lips. "Answer me Alexandra. Don't make me ask you again to answer me when I speak to you." Jack tugged her hair cruelly, yanking her head back, exposing her throat. "No Sir," Alex whispered with a soft seductive moan. "No Sir, what Alexandra?" Jack wanted her to say the words. He would start small. "No Sir, I did not play with myself. I didn't touch it." Alex couldn't look away from him, but the shame of having to say the words crept slowly up her throat and onto her cheeks. "Touch what? Use the words Alexandra. Tell me." Jack coaxed her softly. He wanted to see her humiliation as she was forced to use words she clearly deemed "dirty." "I didn't touch my pussy. I didn't play with my clit." Alex thought she might cry. She struggled with her desire. "Very good, darling. And did you shave your cunt for me? Is it smooth and soft?" "Yes Sir. My cu...," Alex hesitated, "My cunt is smooth and soft." There! She said it! She wanted to die, to hide from Mr. Morgan's possessive eyes. "Nice... are the words so hard for you Alexandra? Are you embarrassed that you are turned on by them? Yes, sweetheart, I can feel you grinding against my thigh. Very erotic. It makes me want to fuck that hot cunt between those luscious thighs you've been flaunting all week." He grinned as she paused the movements she clearly didn't know she was making against him. "Now one more thing love, just one more. I want you to tell me about the picture you drew of us. The one that that takes place right here? You know the one I mean Alexandra. Is that what you want me to do to you?" Jack couldn't resist grinning at her as she tried to turn away from his gaze. His hand in her hair preventing her escape. Alex wanted to crawl under the desk. She was sooo embarrassed. How could she say what she'd drawn? She licked her lips again... pausing. "I want you to have rough sex with me Mr. Morgan. I want to be on my knees while I... su. While I suck your cock. I want you to spank me. Fuck me rough and... hard. Please...." Alex was breathless by the time she'd finished. Alexandra's last breathless plea was more than Jack could stand and he claimed her sweet soft lips with his own. His kiss was hard, demanding, and he was pleased when he felt her melt into him as he devoured her hungrily. Alex thought she might faint when Mr. Morgan finally kissed her. Alex had been kissed many times by many boys but she knew instantly that this was one kiss she'd never forget. She reached her arms around his neck and clung to him as he bruised her lips with his, his tongue stoking the fire low in her belly and between her thighs. She needed him to touch her, Alex was wound so tight with pent up desire and frustration; she began to press herself against him shamelessly. Alex was desperate now. She didn't know if she could take anymore. Finally when she thought she might die from the intensity of it all, Mr. Morgan broke their kiss.