Obviously, I should have, but I was too busy being a rebellious teenager, getting drunk and doing stupid things I would later on regret. I got through most of high school by slacking to the furthest extent but doing just enough work to get by. Everything went even more downhill after I turned eighteen. The slacking got worse. The parties became wilder. My life was more exhausting. School was the last thing on my mind. But my grades were the first thing on my parents'.
Of course, I started getting more and more interested in boys, too, so that was always a distraction. I was filling out in all the right places. One hundred and twenty three pounds, 32 C cup size, and a little, petite body. I caught the attention of more than a few guys, but only one had my heart. I had a boyfriend named Adam; he was cute, tall, and played on the football team. My friends were jealous of me, for whatever reason that might have been. I guess he was one of those guys every girl swoons over. Luckily for me, he was mine. And so was everything else of his, if you know what I mean.
So when I found out at the end of my senior year that I was failing English, it was a huge wake up call. If I didn't pass English, I wouldn't graduate. If I didn't graduate, my parents would kill me. Either that, or they would lock me up in the house against my will, and I would never see Adam again. Those weren't options I wanted to choose from. Therefore, I was forced to ask my English teacher to help me get a passing grade. We had arranged for me to stay after school for the last couple days to work on missing assignments. I figured it wouldn't be too bad. After all, I really needed to pass the class.
Mr. Hawthorne wasn't the kind of teacher everyone hates. He was more of the kind of guy everyone wants to be their teacher instead of the old, mean teachers most high schools have. He was pretty nice guy, actually. Early thirties, maybe. Not that bad looking, either. His nickname was Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, because he was a six foot two Italian stallion, according to a few dozen of the girls at school. I heard he had a big cock a few times, too. I don't know how anyone actually knew that, but apparently it was true. I wondered about it once or twice, but I didn't really think of him that way. Probably because I never paid much attention in his class to begin with, and I had Adam to daydream about.
And if I wasn't at school daydreaming about him, I was out somewhere having sex with him. His cock was very nicely shaped, about eight inches and thick. Making me cum was never a problem, especially when he was really in the mood. He fucked me extra hard on those days, pulling on my hair and whispering dirty things into my ear, such as how tight and warm my pussy felt.
When the bell rang at the end of the day on the very last day of school, I walked my way to Mr. Hawthorne's room, hoping that I wouldn't have to do too much work. I had plans to hang out with Adam shortly after school, so I didn't want to spend too much time there. I knew we were going to have sex, it was obvious. He had been sending me kinky text messages all day and I couldn't wait to get out of there and see him as soon as possible. I didn't think I'd have to work for too long, though. The other days were seemingly easy, mostly worksheets I never finished or turned in, so I wasn't expecting much else. Maybe a worksheet or two, but that's it. Although when I sat down in my desk and he plopped a huge packet in front of me, I was a little taken aback.
"What's this?" I asked.
"A test. Basic knowledge of all the worksheets you've done in the past few days. This will give you a passing grade." Mr. Hawthorne said. I couldn't believe it. I looked down at the packet in disbelief and I couldn't remember anything he had tried to teach me within those few days. I couldn't believe he really wanted me to take a damn test.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I mumbled under my breath, staring at it with an obvious frown.
"What's that? I didn't hear a swear word come out of your mouth, did I, Alicia?" he said sternly, but with a smile, so I knew he was only kidding. Like I said, he was pretty cool, and I'm sure he didn't really give a shit if I swore or not. I really didn't understand a damn thing on that test. It was as if it had all disappeared from my memory completely.
"Mr. Hawthorne, I'm sorry but I seriously don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I'm gonna fail." I sighed.
"If you say that, then you might. I'll help you, come on. Just look. What don't you understand?"
Well, obviously I didn't understand anything. And I probably seemed like the biggest idiot in the world. What person can't comprehend a common English class? Apparently me.
"I really don't understand anything at all. I just need to get this done, I have things to do after this. Really important things." I said, picking up my pen to start the test, knowing I would do terrible anyway. I guess the fact that I was supposed to be having sex was taking my mind off the fact that I really needed to pass English. I could feel the vibration of my phone through the denim fabric of my shorts, letting me know I received a text. Most likely from Adam.
I checked it immediately, momentarily forgetting where I was.
So hard thinking about your pretty little pussy.
I smirked, sending a wink back and setting my phone on the desk. "Anyways, let's get this over with now."
"Okay. Well, let's take a good look at number one, then. What is an onomatopoeia?" Mr. Hawthorne asked me, running a rough hand through his soft brown hair.
"Are you serious? I wouldn't even know how to spell that word if it wasn't on this paper. I don't know how to say it, either.. Onamona.. pea? What?" I was thoroughly frustrated, not to mention getting a bit aggravated that I wasn't hanging out with my boyfriend yet. His text was making me wetter by the second and I couldn't wait to be with him.
Mr. Hawthorne chuckled. "You really don't understand anything, do you?"
"No." I replied. Short and simple.
"It's the actual word of a sound. Say, 'woof' for example. The sound dogs make."
"Yeah, I know what sound dogs make. I'm not that stupid." My sarcastic, smart ass self was starting to show. I didn't want to seem like an asshole, but I really wanted to get the test over with so I could head on over to Adam's as soon as possible.
"Just because school is out doesn't mean you can mouth off to me, you know. I'm still your teacher until you leave." he crossed his arms, an almost intimidating look on his face.
"Whatever, I'm going to the restroom. I'll be back to take the test in a minute." I said.
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My pussy was aching for some attention; The second I got to the bathroom, I unbuttoned my shorts and rubbed my clit. My fingers ventured off further into my shorts, feeling my wet juice soaking between my slit. I was horny, and I needed Adam right then. But I couldn't have him. I had to take that damn test. I inserted two fingers inside my pussy and moaned a little, not really giving a shit if any of the school employees heard me. I wasn't going to be attending school there again, so it didn't matter to me at all.
When I did arrive back in Mr. Hawthorne's classroom, after I finger fucked myself to an orgasm, he smiled at me. A big, toothy grin. I raised my eyebrow at him, wondering what the hell he was smiling about. And then I saw something. My phone. In his hand.
"What the fuck? Why do you have my phone?"
"You left it in here. You know you're not supposed to have phones in school," he smiled at me knowingly. "Although you did get a text message. I clicked the read button by mistake."
"Yeah fucking right! Give it back." I was really pissed off at that point. My voice was getting louder and shakier, due to both anger and embarrassment.
"I didn't know you and Adam Collins were dating. He's real excited to see you today, said he's gonna make you cum harder than you've ever came before." Mr. Hawthorne laughed now, and I couldn't believe those words really came out of his mouth. My face was probably so red from embarrassment, I just about wanted to crawl in a hole. I didn't say anything for a moment.