Greg stifled a yawn as his GP lesson dragged into the second hour in a row. It had been a long day in school, and the J1 student was rapidly finding GP to be his worst subject. Not only did he find the topics discussed relatively dry, but it came right after their canteen break after which he never failed to feel drowsy.
In fact, the only reason he even bothered to keep his eyes open during the lesson was the GP teacher herself. Miss Wong had introduced herself at the start of the semester as a new teacher. She'd just finished studying her basic courses at NIE and her stint in JC was her first as a teacher.
She couldn't have been older than twenty-five; Greg himself guessed that she was twenty-four. She wasn't very tall - a good head shorter than Greg - but she had a lithe body and tanned skin, signs that she took great care of her body in keeping herself fit. Shoulder length ebony hair framed a face with a delicate chin and high cheekbones, a pair of wire-frame glasses perched on her pert nose.
Today she was wearing a beige shawl over a white spaghetti strap top, coupled with a pair of form-fitting black pants that showed off her thin legs. Greg wouldn't have paid a second glance to any other teacher wearing a similar outfit, but on Miss Wong, it gave him just enough reason to force himself to stay awake during her lessons.
As she walked around the front of the class discussing something about tomorrow's homework, he could only focus on her, imagining what it would be like to be boning her taut body for hours on end. In fact, he was so distracted by the stirring in his loins that he failed to realise that the entire classroom had fallen silent and that Miss Wong had stopped talking, staring pointedly in his direction as he shook himself awake.
"Daydreaming again, Greg? What did I tell you about paying attention in class?"
"Ehhmm.. sorry, Miss Wong, I was just feeling a little tired, that's all."
"Did you hear what I just told everyone else about tomorrow's topic of discussion?"
Embarrassed that she might have seen his lusty gaze earlier, he looked down at his desk as he mumbled his response.
"No, Miss Wong."
"Can anybody else tell me what the topic is?"
"The effectiveness of sex education in schools," chorused his fellow classmates in response.
"That's right. Since you weren't listening, you obviously need to do some extra research. See me after today's lessons end."
Greg felt his face flush crimson and heard the pair of girls sitting behind him giggle and snigger as he nodded silently.
After the last of his classes, Greg dragged himself to the staff room. Dreading the long lecture he knew he was going to receive, he entered and walked over to Miss Wong's cubicle. He was surprised to see that she wasn't at her desk, but was even more surprised to see a handwritten note addressed to him, telling him to meet her at the side entrance to the staff car park.
As he headed down towards there, his mind was decidedly unsettled, churning with worry as he saw her standing on the stairs waiting for him. She'd taken off her shawl, holding it in her right hand as she slung her handbag over her left shoulder.
He approached her tentatively, unsure of what was to happen.
"Miss Wong?"
She swivelled and gave him an appraising look.
"Ah, yes, Greg. Took your time huh?"
"Uh, no, ma'am, I was in the sta..."
"Shh," she hissed as she cast a furtive gaze around the immediate vicinity. It was nearly early evening and the carpark was unsurprisingly empty.
He jumped a little as he felt Miss Wong grab his hand and pull him into a quick walk towards a light blue Toyota Yaris that was parked at the far end of the carpark underneath a tree. The physical contact made him blush again as she used a remote to unlock the car door, gesturing for him to enter via the rear left seat as she went over to the driver's side.
She reached in and turned on the car engine, blasting the air con on high to cool down the warm interior of the Yaris before she closed the driver's door and folded the passenger seat forward. His GP teacher slid herself across the folded seat till she was sitting right next to him.
Greg could tell what was coming next. His mind spinning in a dizzy as he tried to rationalise what was happening. Half of him was screaming for him to jump out of the car and run, but those thoughts were quickly killed off as she placed her hand on top of his crotch, the warm sensation seeping through the surface of his uniform pants and his boxers.
"So, Greg, do you need help preparing for tomorrow's lesson?" she whispered into his ear as she slowly began stroking him as he felt a massive erection spring to life in his pants.
He might have squealed a response, but the only thing he remembered was feeling Miss Wong leaning into him, pressing him into the seat as she kissed him fiercely. His body reciprocated naturally, his arms instinctively pulling her into him, feeling her smallish breasts squashed against his chest.
She reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling them down to reveal his boxers. Breaking off her kiss to grin fiendishly at him, she slid off his underwear to let his cock spring free. Greg's little bro was hardening with each passing moment when she kneeled down in the footwell so that her head was at the same level as his crotch. His teacher gave his rigid member a deft stroke or two with her right hand before taking the swollen dickhead into her small mouth, sucking at it as if it were a lollipop.
Not knowing what to do with his hands, he placed them on her shoulders as she slowly took more and more of his cock into her mouth, moving from a tease into a full-on blowjob. The sheer delight Greg felt almost caused him to cry out, but he stifled his reaction as he savoured the feel of the illicit pleasure his JC teacher was giving him.
He was almost too engrossed to notice that Miss Wong had slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders while she was giving him head, slowly peeling the white tops downwards to reveal a bright red lacy bra underneath. The young teacher reached behind her back and with an expert snap, the red bra fell away to reveal two perky little tits that she massaged with her hands, all the while keeping a steady rhythm on his dick with her mouth.