Hello, I am a sixteen year old from new jersey. This takes place currently in my junior year of high school. You can call me Trey.

I walked into my first period history class with Mrs.F who took a firing passion into hating my guts. I grabbed my failing quiz grade and walked to the back of the classroom throwing my backpack to the ground and laying my head down into my crossed arms and closing my eyes. I woke up during a PowerPoint purposely not taking notes or paying any attention to the class work material. I started staring at my teachers’ breasts, they are so beautiful on how body proportional they are. She is the girls lacrosse teacher, and had a toned, defined, body type without being muscular which was perfect. Her 33 year old, blonde hair, and great ass make my cock start to grow as I stared intently at her fantasizing on touching her body and my cock grew filling my jeans and giving the great sensation of a strong boner in jeans.
At the end of class I told her I needed to make a quiz and therefore had to stay after school with her. She told me today was okay and so I made the commitment to stay after.
I walked into the classroom and noticed the thin window on the door had been covered my a fitting, thick cardboard poster. I sat down and Mrs. F turned around in her desk chair with a new top on, one that showed her skimpy little bra, borderline nipple. She handed me the test, grabbing my hand and rubbing her soft skin along my rough, manly palms.