It was 8:00 on a Friday morning. Today was the last day before Christmas break. Several students came into class, some had their cell phones to their ears while others were walking in with cups of hot coffee in their hands. Mr. Cohler was at the head of the class waiting patiently for his students.
“Alright guys, settle down,” he said.
“Hey, Mr. C. are you coming to the game?” asked James. “I gonna kill a buncha fuckers from Beaverton High tonight. It‘s gonna be awesome!”
“Of course, but watch your language. This is a classroom, not your house or a bar,” joked Mr. Cohler.
James gave him the thumbs up. He, along with his crew moved to the back row. James was a big guy. Six foot tall, about 220 pounds of muscle. A brick wall when it came to playing basketball.
The class got to their seats. Mr. Cohler did his roll call.
“Has anyone seen. Leila?” asked Cohler.
Just then the door opened and a cool breeze entered the room. A white, geeky looking girl wearing a long, black dress and a white blouse came in.
“Sorry, I’m late, Mr. Cohler.”
“This is starting to become a habit. Try to be here on time, Leila.”
Leila pulled her brown hair behind her ear and adjusted her black framed glasses.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
Then another morning ritual began.
“Grandma in the hoooouse!”
“Geek.”
”Four-eyes!”
“2X4!” several of the students yelled.
“What are you hiding under your long dress, Leila?” teased one of the cheerleaders.
“She probably wears granny panties!” yelled out James.
The class broke out in laughter. Poor Leila, her face got red with anger.
“Alright, that’s enough!” yelled out Cohler. “The next person to make those types of comments in this class will be suspended. I don’t care who you are or how popular you are, next time you’re suspended.”
The class stopped laughing and went back to their conversations, still amused with what they had done.
Leila thanked Cohler, went to her seat and put her head down. She closed her eyes and wiped her tears away with a Kleenex. She hated everyone in this class, everyone but Mr. Cohler. He was her favorite teacher. It was unfortunate that all of his other classes were full. This class had almost all of the popular kids. Sexy cheerleaders and hot jocks, you name them and they were here.
Leila could still hear everyone talking in the background. The bell rang, everyone starting reaching for their backpacks and purses. The whole class was out the door. The only ones left in the classroom were Mr. Cohler and Leila.
“Leila, can I help you with something?” he asked.
“No, I’m fine, Mr. Cohler.”
He slowly turned around and walked to his oak desk. Leila loved the shape of his body. He was built like the statue of David. His face, Leila could stare at his face forever. Strong square jaw, cheekbones, and when he smiled, oh those dimples drove her crazy. She felt her heart begin to race.
“Leila, don’t you have a class to go to?”
“No, my next class is in an hour. You don’t mind if I stay here for a while, do you?” she asked.
“Nope, it’s fine with me,” he said while working on his laptop.
Leila knew that his next class began in two hours. It was weird, she thought, that every time she started thinking about, Mr. Cohler she would automatically fantasize about having his cock inside her. She felt that he was the one. Leila loved this man. What’s not to love about him. He’s a gentleman, any girl would be lucky to have him.
Leila walked over to his desk and asked what he was doing.
“I’m working on my resume. Come this June, I’m gonna be laid off,” he said.
This made Leila tear up.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re leaving. You’re not coming back next year?”
“Well, not because I want to. Budgets, you know. A lot of vocational teachers are being let go.” he said.
Leila wrapped her arms tightly around him. Mr. Cohler could smell the sweet strawberry fragrance of her hair. He placed his arms around her small waist, try to comfort her. What happened next was not what he expected. Leila leaned back and gave him a small kiss in the corner of his lips. Mr. Cohler could feel his cock stiffening up. This geeky girl wearing black-framed glasses and a long dress was making him really hard.
Leila could feel his hard dick pressed against her petite body. However, she would have been happier if his dick was in her mouth, or better yet, in her virginal pussy. Mr. Cohler didn’t back away. He let her kiss him. He felt her tongue penetrating his lips. Leila massaged her tongue against his. Mr. Cohler felt her warm breath from her nose tickle his upper lip.