Cum Laude
Avery Sam
Cum Laude
by Avery Sam
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Mr. Harris
Definitely More Fun
Instincts
Lesson Prep
Bikini Day
Top Down
Tiger
Juicy Details
Natural Selection
So Sweet and Delicious
In Bloom
Our Little Secret
A Special Award
Outstanding Accomplishments
Perfectly Smooth
A Bit Tight
Chimps and Bonobos
Clothing Drive
Daydreaming
Shifting Gears
Bright Pink
Cum Laude
Stings
Kassandra and Mr. Harrison
A Horrible, Horrible Day
Light and Breezy
Becoming a Woman
Special Lessons
The Effects of Social Media on Youth
Last Day of School
Teenage Fantasies
Losing Control
Wild Cherry
Jay and the Ducks
A Sordid Affair
Boyfriend Shirt
The Best Summer Ever
A Handsome Stranger
Stalker
Innocent and Naughty
First Lesson
Noel
The Man of My Dreams
Heart Eyes Emojis
Safety Equipment
A Bali Blend Girl
Moral Support
Kassandra and Noah
My Secret Admirer
Delicate Negotiations
Back to the Romance
Basic Chemistry
Miranda
The Key to Unlocking Secrets
The Spicier, the Better
A Bright Light
Better Not to Ask
Nature
Crazy Jealous
The Prettiest Girl in the Lab
Making Sweet Love
A Writer’s Life
An Early Gift
Everything Is So Romantic
Crossing the Threshold
Three
Sixteen Years
Worth It
Two in One
Power
Revelation
Three in One
Chains
In Charge
Almost Could Be Love
La Vie en Rose
The New Me
Naughty Secrets
Blood
Ruined
What’s the Point?
Moving
The Tenant
Embracing the Magic
Mr. Harris
“Hey, Kassidy.”
I turn around and find my best friend, Jess, waving at me. “Are you excited about summer? A couple more weeks, and we can finally get out of this dump,” she says as she walks over to sit at a nearby desk.
I look out the window of our biology classroom and sigh, “Not really. My mother's already got me signed up for both summer school and private tutoring lessons. If I'm lucky, I might get a whole week off to do something besides hit the books."
Jessica looks at me, wide-eyed and shocked, “What?! That sucks! Why does your mom have to be such a hard-ass? Doesn't she want you to enjoy yourself sometimes?”
I shrug, "Nope. She always tells me that if I'd rather go out and party instead of focusing on my studies then maybe I shouldn't even bother trying to graduate. But honestly? I don't know if I can make it until then," I say, stifling a yawn.
I was up all night yet again, studying until my eyes burned.
Jessica rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “I swear, Kassidy, your parents are so strict, they might as well just send you to live in a convent. Seriously, what is wrong with them? Don't they know that a girl needs to have fun once in a while?”
I sigh again, "I dunno. But you know how they are. My mom and dad had to work very hard to get to where they are, and they think that focusing on studying is the only way for me to have an easier life than they did."
But before Jess can get in another word, the bell rings. But where is Mrs. Simpson, our biology teacher? It isn't like her to be late.
The door opens, and in walks Principal Cluck.
“Good morning, class. Unfortunately, Mrs. Simpson will not be joining us today, but we do have a substitute for her. Please welcome Mr. Harris, everyone!”
As the principal makes his way out of the classroom, everyone turns to see who is going to be filling in for our teacher.
I find myself staring into the most beautiful pair of green eyes I have ever seen. Then I notice the rest of him.
Tall, slender, and wearing glasses, he looks like a dream come true. I want to jump right up and kiss him, a thought that shocks me with its boldness.
But then I remember what my mother has told me a million times:
“You cannot date while you're still in high school. No boyfriends or girlfriends, no dates, nothing! If you try to sneak behind our backs and we catch you, we will take away your cell phone, computer, and TV, and then you can attend school online for the rest of your days! Do not test me, young lady!”
Snapping out of my horrid memory, I glance over at Mr. Harris, feeling suddenly shy. He is smiling at each one of us, and when his gaze falls upon me, I feel like I'm melting. His smile is warm and welcoming. He is simply gorgeous!
“Hello, class. My name is Dale Harris, and I am here to teach you all about biology. I sure hope you're eager and ready to learn!"
His deep voice is smooth and soothing, yet still commanding. I quickly find myself falling deeper into a trance.
"I will be here for only two weeks, and so I must ask for your cooperation. Let's get started now, shall we?"
The rest of the hour flies right by as if I were in a trance. I can barely pay attention to what he is saying because I'm so enthralled by the timbre of his voice and the way he walks and speaks so confidently.
He is easily the most intelligent and charming teacher I have ever had, and I never want the period to end.
But end it does, and soon we are back in the hallway waiting to be dismissed from the building for lunch.
I'm chatting with Jess about how we both need to update our wardrobes when I hear a voice calling out to me.
“Excuse me, girls. You're Miss Kassidy, right?” I spin around to find none other than Mr. Harris standing there looking at me expectantly. “Could I please speak with you for a moment?"
I nod and smile, “Sure thing! What can I do for you, sir?"
"Ooooh," says Jess before scampering off down the hallway, causing a tinge of color to rise to my cheeks.
Mr. Harris clears his throat nervously, and I can feel my heart beating faster in response. "Uh, well, Miss Kassidy, I was wondering if you might help me with something. I am new to teaching biology and was hoping that you might be able to assist me with some of the material. I looked over Mrs. Simpson's records, and it seems that you're her best student. Would you be interested in helping me?"
I nod, "Of course! I'd be happy to help, sir."
Mr. Harris smiles, “Great! How about tomorrow after school? We can meet here, and you can show me everything I need to know. I promise to make it worth your time!”
I blush at his words, feeling suddenly flustered. "Okay, Mr. Harris, I'll see you then!"
Definitely More Fun
When I arrive home that evening, I can't stop thinking about Mr. Harris. I want to tell my mother all about him, but, of course, she wouldn't approve of my having crushes on teachers. But you know what? She can't stop me from thinking about him, can she?
After dinner, I retreat to my room to study and prepare for tomorrow. As I sit there at my desk, I begin to wonder why Mr. Harris chose me to help him. Was it because of my grades? Or was it because he likes the way I look? Whatever the reason, I am determined to find out.
Instead of studying, instead, I find myself drifting over to my closet, looking through my clothes. Normally, I just wear a simple sweater and mix it with a long skirt or some pants because why bother dressing cute when you always have to say no when a guy asks you out?
But I find myself determined to look good tomorrow for Mr. Harris. Hmm, I wonder what kind of outfit would catch his eye?
Maybe something tight and revealing? Something that would show off my figure? Something that would make him notice me? My mind is filled with some very naughty thoughts as I start to pick out different clothes. Before I knew it, it's gotten late, and I didn't do any studying at all! Luckily, my mom never comes in to check on me, so my secret is safe.
I wake up the next day and spend ages getting dressed and doing my makeup. When I step outside, the sun is shining brightly overhead, and it's already hot. I walk over to the school and enter the building, heading directly toward homeroom. But Jessica stops me in the hallway.
"Wow, girl, look at you!" says Jess. "What's the big occasion?"
"What are you talking about?" I say, feeling my cheeks grow warm. "Just felt like dressing up a little, that's all."
"I must say, you look hot!" says Jess, causing me to blush even harder. "And that short little skirt really suits you. You've got great legs. Usually, you just hide them away from the world."
"Well, the weather is warming up. I thought I'd take advantage of it and get a little sun on my skin," I say with a chuckle. "I was starting to look as pale as a ghost, cooped up all winter and spring in my room."
Jess laughs and squeezes my arm. "I like you better this way. I mean, I love you no matter what, but this is definitely more fun. Plus, it'll give guys a chance to check you out and hopefully make you forget about those rules of yours. So, what's your plan for the day?"
I smile and say, "Well, I'm meeting up with Mr. Harris after school. He wants me to help him with some of the material we covered yesterday."
Jess raises an eyebrow. "Really? That sounds interesting. Why did he choose you, though? Is it because you've got the best academic record of any student in this school?"
I shrug. "I think so. He said he saw my grades in Mrs. Simpson's files and wanted to talk with me about it. I guess that makes sense."
Jess grins. "Yeah. I mean, if anyone knows how to teach science, it's gotta be Mr. Harris. I heard that he's got degrees from Harvard and Yale, and he's done research on everything from DNA to human cloning. He's got tons of experience working in labs too. You're really lucky that he's taking you under his wing."
"Wow, but he's so young," I say.
"And pretty handsome to boot," says Jess with a giggle. "You've got it bad for him, don't you?"
I blush and look away. "No, I don't know what you mean. He's just a teacher. Besides, he's old enough to be my father."
"Oh, come on, Kassidy!" says Jess with a laugh. "Don't play dumb. You can't deny that he's totally your type, a smart guy who's also good-looking. He's practically tailor-made for you!"
"I don't know," I say, shaking my head. "I mean, yeah, he's nice and all, but I don't think we have anything in common. He probably doesn't even like me. And anyway, he's married, right?"
"Who cares?" says Jess with a smirk. "Besides, once he gets a look at you in that skirt, he'll forget all about his fat old wife."
"Stop!" I say, my face turning beet red. "For goodness' sake, he's only going to be here for two weeks. He just asked me to help him out with some school stuff. You're crazy, you know that?"
"I know," says Jess with a grin. "But that's why you love me!"
I shake my head and laugh. "Fine, fine. Anyway, I've got to go. I told him I'd meet him after class."
Jess gives me a hug goodbye. "Have fun, and let me know how things go. And remember—don't hold back! If you want something, go for it. Life is too short to waste opportunities."
I smile and wave goodbye and then head off to history class. Before I know it, the whole morning flies by. I find myself getting strangely excited as I head into biology and take a seat right at the very front of the class.
Mr. Harris isn't here yet, but I find myself tingling inside as I watch the door, waiting for him to enter.
Instincts
At long last, the bell rings, and Mr. Harris strides in, looking just as handsome as he did yesterday.
Everyone stands up as he enters the room, and he nods at us all, smiling. Then he begins to lecture us about DNA and inherited biological traits, and I find myself listening intently, hanging onto every word.
It's almost like I'm hypnotized. He has such a powerful presence, and his voice is so soothing and calm. I swear, I can almost feel the intelligence and charisma oozing out of his very pores.
Then, all of a sudden, he stops talking and looks straight at me. "Miss Kassidy, would you like to volunteer for something?"
I gasp and blush deeply. "Me? Um, yes, sir," I say, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. "I'd be happy to help you in any way I can."
He nods and smiles, "Thank you. Please come up here and stand by my side. I need you to demonstrate something."
I nod and get up from my chair, feeling slightly nervous as I make my way toward the front of the class. When I reach Mr. Harris, he takes me by the hand and leads me over to the blackboard. Then he reaches over and picks up a piece of chalk, drawing lines and circles on the board as he explains about the difference between instincts and learned behavior in animals.
I listen carefully, nodding along as he speaks. Then he turns to face me, holding the chalk between his thumb and index finger. "Now, Miss Kassidy, would you please raise your right arm above your head?"
I obey without hesitation, raising my arm and holding it steady. Mr. Harris continues to draw on the board, occasionally glancing up at me and smiling. I find myself blushing again, feeling self-conscious as I stand there in front of everyone in my little short skirt and tight top.
But then something catches my eye, and I realize that Mr. Harris is looking right at me.
I gasp softly, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. But then he leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Keep your arm up, Miss Kassidy. And don't move. I will be back shortly," he whispers.
I nod, feeling a thrill run through my body as I watch him walk away. I can't believe that Mr. Harris is paying special attention to me. He must think I'm pretty. But what if he finds out about my crush? What if he thinks I'm weird? I bite my lip nervously, trying to keep my composure as the minutes awkwardly tick by.
Then the bell rings, and everyone rushes out of the classroom. Completely confused, I follow suit, heading out into the hallways.
But as I pass by the teacher's lounge, I spot him sitting behind a desk, typing away on a laptop. I stop and stare at him for a moment, feeling my pulse quicken. Then I see him glance up and notice me standing there.
"Yes?" he asks, looking at me curiously. "Can I help you?"
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to say. "Um, what happened back there? What was that experiment all about? I don't understand."
He looks surprised, "I'm so sorry, Miss Kassidy. I completely forgot about that. I had a phone call to make, and I lost track of time. I apologize."
I nod, feeling only slightly better. "That's okay, I guess."
He leans back in his chair, "It's my father. I'm afraid he's dying. I was talking to his doctor about next steps."
"Oh," is about all I can say in response to that.
"Don't worry, he's a tough old bastard," says Mr. Harris with a laugh. "I'm sure he'll be around to haunt me for a while yet. Anyway, I'll see you after school, yes?"
"Oh, yes sir," I say, feeling a flush of heat rise to my cheeks.
"Good, good. I'm looking forward to it," says Mr. Harris. "You're quite lovely, you know. And I think we'll get along just fine."
I nod and turn to leave, feeling dazed and confused. "Thanks, Mr. Harris. See you later."
"Bye, Kassidy," says Mr. Harris, smiling at me.
I stumble away from the teacher's lounge, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe that Mr. Harris was just flirting with me! Or was he? Maybe I misunderstood him. Or maybe he wasn't thinking straight because of what's going on with his dad.
I shake my head and try to clear my mind. But all I can think about is Mr. Harris and how amazing he is. I feel a rush of excitement and anticipation as I head out to eat lunch with Jess and the gang.
I know I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, but I can't help it. Mr. Harris is the hottest guy I've ever met, and I can't wait to spend more time with him!
Lesson Prep
Before I know it, the final bell rings and I scoot over to the Biology classroom as fast as my little legs can carry me.
When I open the door, I'm greeted by the sight of Mr. Harris sitting behind his desk, grading papers. He looks up when I walk in, smiling broadly.
"Kassidy!" he exclaims. "Right on time. I'm glad you could join me."
I smile back, feeling a rush of excitement. "Yes, sir, I'm here! And I'm ready to get started."
He nods and stands up from his chair. "Good. I could really use your insight on some passages in this Biology textbook."
"Um, I heard you have science degrees from both Harvard and Yale. Is that true?" I say, feeling a rush of nervousness come over me.
"Well, not exactly," says Mr. Harris with a chuckle. "I studied Psychology at Yale and then went on to study Biochemistry at Harvard. But I also spent two years working in various medical laboratories, conducting experiments and analyzing results. In fact, I'm currently working on a project that involves the sequencing of human genes. So, you could say that I'm fairly knowledgeable when it comes to Biology."
I nod, but inside, I feel confused. "So, how is it that you're a high school substitute teacher? Especially at a second-rate school like this one."
"Well, the truth is, I needed some extra income to support my family. My wife works part-time, but it's not nearly enough to cover our expenses. And with my father in poor health, we've had to dip into savings to pay for medical bills. So, I decided to take on a teaching position."
I nod sympathetically, "That makes sense. Once again, I'm sorry to hear about your father."
"You wouldn't be if you knew him," says Mr. Harris with a laugh. "He's one of the smartest guys around. Was even nominated for a Nobel Prize. But that doesn't mean he's a nice person. I might've inherited my brains from him, but I'm glad I resemble my mother more when it comes to matters of the heart."
I nod, "Well, I hope everything goes smoothly with your father. And I hope you enjoy your stay at our humble institution."
He shrugs, "To be honest, I'm not sure about that last part. But thanks for the well wishes. Now, shall we get started?"
I nod eagerly, and he sits down at his desk, pulling out a stack of textbooks. "Here are the materials you'll need for today. Please review each chapter thoroughly before we meet again tomorrow afternoon."
I take the books from him and set them down on the table. "Yes, sir, I'll do my best."
He nods approvingly, "Good. Miss Kassidy, I'm counting on you to help me prepare these class lessons quickly and efficiently."
I nod, "Yes, sir, of course."
He stands up from his chair and clears his throat. "There is one other thing."
Something about the intense look he's giving me causes butterflies to dance in my stomach. "Yes, sir?"
"I just wanted to say that I appreciate you sitting up front and then volunteering to help me with class, today," says Mr. Harris. "I always do appreciate an attentive student, especially one as obviously intelligent and graceful as you."
My cheeks flush pink, and I look away shyly. "Thank you, sir," I murmur.
He walks over to me and places a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You know, Kassidy, I couldn't help but notice how much prettier you looked today than yesterday. Was it something special? Did you get a new haircut or something?"
I blush even deeper and nod, "Yes, sir. I did."
He smiles widely, "Well, it certainly suits you. You look stunning."
I flush even deeper and look away, feeling my heart racing wildly in my chest. "Th-thank you, sir."
He leans in close, his breath warm against my ear. "I look forward to spending some more time with you tomorrow after class."
"Of course," I say with a gasp, my heart beating a mile a minute in my chest.
"Great! See you then," says Mr. Harris, standing up and walking out of the door, leaving me all alone as a million different emotions swirl inside of me.
Later that evening, I sit on my bed, replaying the events of the day over and over in my mind. I'm still buzzing with excitement over what happened earlier, and I can't stop thinking about it. I pull out my phone and start texting Jess, telling her all about it.
"OMG!" she writes back immediately. "He's totally into you. I'm sure of it!"
"Are you sure?" I write back. "I was just helping him prepare some lessons for the class. He probably didn't even notice me."
She sends me an eye-roll emoji, "Please. You were dressed to kill, today. Trust me, he noticed you."
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean he likes me," I write back, feeling a mix of excitement. "And anyway, I can confirm he is married. He told me so, himself."
"I know a way you can find out for sure if he's into you," Jess texts me a minute later.
"How?" I write.
"Put together a truly hot outfit for tomorrow, I mean the works. Doll yourself up so that you're irresistible! And be sure to wear the shortest skirt that you have in your closet," Jess texts me.
"And then what?" I ask.
"Show him what he's missing out on," Jess texts back along with three heart-eyes emojis.
"But won't that be wrong?" I text back. "I mean, he's married. And I'm just a teenager. It would be so unethical for anything to... you know, happen between us."
Jess texts back, "Do you want to be a nun for the rest of your life? Or do you want to have a little fun before you die? You decide, sister. Because this is your big chance. I can feel it in my bones! Besides, I think the two of you would make a cute couple."
I can feel my cheeks flaming hot as I write back to Jess, "I suppose you have a point. But I'm not sure if I should go through with it. We'll see tomorrow, okay?"
Jess texts back, "Remember, your shortest skirt! Show him those legs, baby!"
Laughing, I send Jess a thumbs-up emoji and toss my phone onto the bed. Rationally, I know that even thinking about Mr. Harris as anything other than my teacher is the only correct response.
But there's a strange buzzing sensation coming from deep inside of me as I remember what he said to me when we were alone, mentioning how pretty I looked. But did I really dare to try and start something with him?
I walk over to my closet, my heart racing as I look over my clothes. Part of me wants to go back to my old safe sweaters, and part of me wants to pick out something truly daring to wear for tomorrow.
Unable to decide, I close my eyes and reach out my hand, vowing that I'll wear whatever article of clothing my hand first touches.
I feel something smooth and satiny in my fingers, and to my utter surprise, when I look down, I see that I'm holding a bikini.
I gulp and grab the top and bottom pieces, staring at them for a long moment. Then I pull off my clothes and put on the bikini, examining myself in the mirror.
I'm not exactly thin, but I'm not chubby either. My boobs are a decent size, although they aren't particularly large, and my butt is round and perky. I bite my lip and turn around, twisting my hips from side to side.
There is no freaking way I can wear a bikini to school tomorrow, is there? That's crazy!
Bikini Day
When I wake up the next morning, I feel surprisingly rested and refreshed, probably because it's the second night in a row that I go to bed on time instead of staying up late to study.
I feel a bit guilty about not hitting the books, but one look at my pre-packed backpack sitting next to my desk gets me all giddy inside.
I know that my mom would never let me go to school wearing the daring outfit that I picked out last night, so I execute my plan and get dressed, wearing one of my longest and most conservative dresses. I then put on my denim jacket over it and head downstairs for breakfast.
"Isn't it a little bit warm to be wearing that jacket?" asks my mother.
"I'll take it off later. But sometimes, the bus driver has his window open, and there's a cold breeze," I say, feeling slightly guilty for lying to my mom. "Oh, hey, mom? I'm gonna be a bit late again today. My biology teacher asked me to help him prepare some more lessons."
"That's wonderful," says my mother. "I think it's quite a testament to your academic achievement that one of your teachers would ask you to help them. Don't you agree?"
It's only after my dad gets nudged by my mom's elbow that he briefly looks up from his iPad and smiles at me. "Yes, good job, Kassidy."
A few minutes later, my heart's racing as I wait for the school bus to arrive. Throughout the journey, I keep playing in my mind's eyes the way that Mr. Harris looked at me and spoke to me, and I wonder how he'll react to the special outfit that I'm going to be wearing in his class.
Of course, that's if I get the guts to actually wear it!
As soon as I get to school, I take off my denim jacket and stuff it in my locker along with the other elements of my secret outfit. It's unbearably hot in my long dress, but I keep it on during the first three periods as my plan is to change into it right before Biology.
Finally, the bell rings, which means it's time! I race to my locker to gather my things and then I dash into the restroom.
A couple of years ago, I watched this movie. It wasn't the greatest movie, but there was this one character, a pretty blonde girl, whose catchphrase was "Always Be Tanning." When my hand reached out and landed on the bikini in my closet, it was thinking about her which inspired me to assemble my special outfit.
Inside the stall in the girls' bathroom, I gratefully peel off my suffocating long dress and then stuff it in my backpack, and my panties and sweat-soaked bra soon follow behind. I kick off my sensible black shoes and peel my socks off as well.
I quickly put on my bikini, paying extra attention to tying the sides of the bottom so that they're nice and even. I then slip into the tiniest pair of denim shorts I own, which practically leave my butt cheeks exposed. I then pull out the side strings of my bikini bottom so that they hang down outside my shorts.
Once I've got my bikini top on, I adjust the triangles to give myself proper coverage. I then put on my denim jacket, leaving all of the buttons unfastened so it hangs open. I then get out a pair of sunglasses from my backpack and perch them on top of my head.
Stepping out of the stall, I give myself an examination in the mirror. I'm absolutely thrilled that the look came together exactly as I had imagined it.
As far as I'm concerned, I'm a girl who's heading off to the pool as soon as school gets out to lay out and work on her tan. I'm showing a lot of exposed skin, but I feel incredibly sophisticated and sexy as I admire the image I see before me in the mirror.
Jess spies me as soon as I exit the girl's room and comes running up to me, her eyes wide. "Oh my god, Kassidy! You look so hot! I barely even recognized you!"
"Thanks," I say, feeling my cheeks grow warm as a pleasant heat spreads across my chest. "Come on, we'll be late. Biology class starts in a minute."
Together, we head down the hallway, arriving just seconds before the bell rings. To my delight, once again, there's an empty desk right at the front of the class, so that's where I take my seat while Jess finds a spot further toward the back.
A moment later, Mr. Harris comes striding in. At first, he doesn't see me, but once he catches a glimpse of me out of the corner of his eye, he stumbles and nearly trips before recovering his balance and then making his way over to his desk.
My heart thumping, I turn and see Jess flash me an enthusiastic thumbs-up. I then swivel back to face Mr. Harris, forcing myself to keep my face neutral as he begins the lesson.
I have to give Mr. Harris credit as he does a really good job of guiding the class through the lesson plan that I helped create, but I can't help but notice that he's deliberately avoiding looking at me. In fact, he never calls on me once even though I raise my hand several times.
Why? Is he angry with me? Have I done something to offend him?
As soon as the bell rings, Mr. Harris says, "Okay, class dismissed! Everyone except Kassidy, please."
I stay seated as everyone else leaves the room, buzzing with nervous anticipation. When the last person is finally gone, Mr. Harris turns to me, his expression softening into a smile.
"Kassidy, I have something to confess to you," he says. "With you sitting up front so close to me, I could scarcely think straight today. May I ask why you are dressed this way?"
"Oh, just thought I might head to the lake later on and catch some rays," I say, feeling a slight tremor run down my spine.
He laughs, "Well, I think you look amazing!"
I flush pink and have to look away for a moment. "Thank you, sir."
A flash of inspiration hits me, and I decide to go for it. "Maybe, sir, instead of us being cooped up in this classroom after school, we could head down to the lake. You look like you could use a little fresh air and sunshine."
Mr. Harris laughs, "I guess I could use a little break. After all, I am only human."
I nod, "You've got a car, right?"
"I sure do," he says.
"Well, then, I guess I'll see you in the parking lot after school," I say, giving him a saucy wink as I turn to head out of the classroom.
But before I leave, I turn my head to look back, and I see Mr. Harris staring at me with a hungry expression. It's almost as if he can't believe what just happened.
But I know better. In all those romantic movies I've watched, I've seen that same look in the eyes of the men who have fallen in love.
Top Down
I'm buzzing with confidence, so I keep wearing my skimpy outfit throughout the rest of the school day. I get quite a lot of admiring looks from guys as well as more than a few jealous glances from girls, but I don't care about them. Who needs silly high school boys when I can spend time with a real man?
After the final bell rings, I make a beeline for the parking lot, and I'm very pleased to see Mr. Harris standing there. Even better, his eyes light up when he catches sight of me.
"Right on time," he says with a smile.
"Always," I say, throwing him a mischievous wink.
Like a true gentleman, Mr. Harris opens the passenger side door first. I slip inside, and a moment later, he turns the key in the ignition and we're off. To my surprise, his car is a convertible. With a push of a button, the top silently retracts, and I'm loving the feeling of the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.
"Lovely day," I say, turning to see Mr. Harris giving me an intense look that sends a thrill down my spine. Feeling bold, I shrug off my denim jacket. I can scarcely believe that I'm riding in a car wearing nothing but a bikini and a pair of shorts, sitting next to such a handsome man.
"Yes, it is lovely," agrees Mr. Harris, smiling. "And now that the top's down, it's even lovelier than I imagined it would be."
My cheeks growing pink, I laugh, "Why, thank you, sir."
A few minutes later, we arrive at the lake. I rush down to the shoreline, relishing the gorgeous view of the water. When I look back, Mr. Harris is standing there, looking confused, so I walk back toward him. "Everything okay?"
"Yes, it's just I'm realizing how long it's been since I had some time off. Lately, it seems that all I do is work," says Mr. Harris.
"I just know the solution for that!" I say, flashing him a grin. "Let's go for a swim in the lake."
"But... I didn't bring a bathing suit," says Mr. Harris.
"Oh well," I giggle. "Your loss!"
I strip off my shorts and then dive straight into the water. I come up for air, and I see Mr. Harris watching me intently. He's clearly struggling with his desire to join me in the water versus his concern that doing so will be inappropriate. I grin as I realize that I hold all of the power here. Then, I decide to press my advantage.
"If you're too shy to jump in, why don't you sit down and relax and enjoy the view, sir?" I say, swimming closer to the shore. "You deserve a break, after all."
He grins and sits down on the grass. "That sounds good to me."
For several minutes, I splash around in the water, enjoying the fact that he's watching my every move. Finally, I get out of the lake, water streaming down my body as I walk over and take a seat next to him on the grass.
"We really should be working on those lesson plans," says Mr. Harris. "But I'm finding it hard to muster up the enthusiasm. I'll let you decide, Kassidy. What should it be, work or play?"
"I dunno," I say. "Oh, I know! Let's play Truth or Dare."
"Sounds great," says Mr. Harris, an excited gleam in his eye. "I'll go first. Truth or dare?"
"Truth," I say, scrutinizing his face intently.
He pauses for a moment, clearly debating what to reveal. "I guess I'm gonna say that I've always wanted to kiss a girl wearing a bikini."
I laugh, "You never kissed someone wearing a bikini before? Well, then, I guess we'll have to fix that."
I lean over and plant a big wet kiss on his lips. His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his lap, and our mouths remain locked together for a long moment. Then, we separate. "Wow," says Mr. Harris, his eyes sparkling. "Okay, Kassidy. Now, it's your turn."
"Dare," I say without any hesitation whatsoever.
He takes a deep breath, "Very well. I dare you to give me a massage."
"No problem-o," I say, reaching out and starting to rub his shoulders. I'm careful not to let my hands wander too much. Instead, I focus on giving him a relaxing massage that helps him to unwind. Eventually, I stop, and he thanks me for the massage.
"Now, it's my turn," I say. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," he says with a grin.
I'm all smiles. "Okay, I dare you to strip naked and jump into the lake with me."
"I can't," he says, laughing. "It's against the rules. Teachers aren't allowed to get naked in front of students. Principal Cluck was very firm about that, for some reason. It's practically the first thing he told me when he hired me."
"Okay, fine," I say, shrugging. "Truth it is, then. Do you want to watch me lay out and work on my tan?"
"Yes, very much," he says in a voice nearing a whimper.
"That's the right answer," I say, flashing him a mischievous grin. I strip off my bikini top and lie down on the grass, putting on my sunglasses and closing my eyes.
I hear Mr. Harris's breathing grow deeper as he watches me. I open my eyes and turn to see that there's a bulge in the crotch of his pants, and he's looking at me with a burning passion. "What's wrong?" I ask, feigning confusion. "You said that you wanted to watch me."
"Yes," he says, swallowing hard. "I just couldn't possibly... There are rules, Kassidy."
"Rules? What rules, sir?" I say innocently. I reach over and run my finger along his upper thigh until I'm touching his bulge. "Is this what you mean?"
His groans fill the silence between us, and his hands begin to fumble with the zipper of his pants. I slide my hand inside his underwear, gripping his cock, feeling its hardness. My mouth waters as I feel it throb in my palm. "Are you telling me I should stop, sir?"
"No," he pants, and the desperate look in his eyes sends a thrill down my spine.
I grin and start rubbing him slowly, enjoying the sensation of his hard cock in my hand. I can tell that he's getting more and more aroused, and I love it. I continue to stroke him until he gasps and comes in my hand.
His moans are music to my ears, and I'm thrilled that I made him feel so good.
"Are you ready to watch me now, sir?" I ask, wiping my hand clean on the grass.
He nods and takes a deep breath, "Yes, I am."
I take off my bikini bottoms and lie back down on the grass, stretching out my legs and basking in the sun. Mr. Harris leans back against the trunk of a tree, and I can feel him watching me intently.
I close my eyes and pretend to nap, letting the sun warm me until my whole body is tingling. This is so much better than sitting up in my room, studying!
Tiger
After a while, I open my eyes and glance over at Mr. Harris. He's still staring at me, his gaze rapt. "You know, it sure feels like getting hot out here," I say.
"Yes, it is," he agrees.
"Well, maybe you should take off your shirt and relax a bit," I suggest. "You seem awfully tense."
He hesitates for a moment before nodding and stripping off his shirt, revealing his pale but muscular torso. "There, does that feel better?" I ask, raising my eyebrows seductively.
He nods, "Yes, much better."
"Good, because it's my turn for a massage," I say as I walk over and then sit down in front of him.
A few people are milling around in the distance, and just knowing that they might look over and see us makes butterflies dance in my stomach.
Mr. Harris's eyes go wide, but he says nothing. A moment later, I feel his strong hands begin to work on my shoulders, causing me to let out a loud moan. He's clearly very talented at giving massages, and I find myself melting into his touch. After a few minutes, I lie down on my back so that he can massage my front as well.
His hands slide down my body, caressing my breasts and then slowly moving lower until they reach my pussy. I gasp and arch my back, loving the sensation of his fingers teasing me. He continues to rub me, moving his hands in slow circles, and the tension in my belly rises until I'm moaning with pleasure.
Finally, he stops and stands up, breathing heavily. I open my eyes and look up at him, a smile playing across my lips.
"You know, I think you should take off your shorts as well," I say, biting my lip. "After all, it's getting quite hot out here, isn't it?"
He nods, "Yes, it is. It certainly is."
With a scream of laughter, I jump to my feet and run towards the lake. I dive into the water, savoring the delicious sensation against my bare skin. A moment later, I hear splashing behind me and turn to see Mr. Harris, completely naked, with a huge smile on his face.
"Why, Mr. Harris, sir, I do believe that I've gotten you to break the rules," I say with a coquettish giggle.
Mr. Harris smiles and then comes close enough to touch me, but I giggle and swim out further from the shore. Mr. Harris continues to pursue me until we're both up to our necks in the water. I then let him come closer, feeling his powerful arms embrace me.
"You really know how to tease a man, don't you, Kassidy?" says Mr. Harris.
"Only the best ones, sir," I say, giggling as I try to squirm out of his grasp.
"Well, you're definitely one of the best," says Mr. Harris. He pulls me close and kisses me deeply, his hands wandering down to cup my butt.
"Mmmm," I moan, feeling my arousal grow.
We continue kissing, and I feel his cock pressing against my leg. It's hard as a rock, and I can't resist reaching out and giving it a long squeeze. Mr. Harris moans and wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly as he covers my neck and upper chest in kisses.
"God, Kassidy, you're incredible," he murmurs in my ear.
Just then, I let out a gasp as I spot a group of people with a dog making their way across the grass close to where our discarded clothes lay in a heap. It's clear that they're going to spot us at any moment. My mind races as I try and figure out a way to get out of this predicament.
"Oh, Daddy! Thanks so much for teaching me how to swim," I say in a loud voice.
"What the heck?" says Mr. Harris, his eyes wide with confusion.
"Just play along," I say, darting my eyes in the direction of the shore until he realizes what's going on.
"Um, no problem... my daughter," says Mr. Harris, and I can barely stop myself from laughing.
"You're the best, Daddy!" I call out, a devilish grin on my face as I reach underneath the water to squeeze Mr. Harris's cock, which I note is still rock hard.
"What the heck are we gonna do?" whispers Mr. Harris. "We can't get out of the water with those people there!"
"Just follow my lead," I say.
I look around until I see a small stick floating on the surface. I wait until the dog comes trotting over to the shoreline and looks in my direction. I then throw the stick as hard as I can, and with a bark of excitement, the dog goes chasing after it.
As quickly as I can, I swim over to where the dog is, and I take the stick out of its mouth and throw it a short way away. I laugh and giggle loudly, pretending that playing with this dog is the most fun thing I've ever done in my life. Sure enough, the people on shore notice what I'm doing, smiles on their faces.
"Stay here until I give you the signal," I say, and Mr. Harris nods, although he looks petrified with fear.
I go out of my way to splash the water as much as I can as I approach the dog. I then give out a loud squeal. "Oh, you naughty dog! You naughty, naughty dog!"
The dog gives me such a quizzical look that I nearly burst out laughing and ruin everything.
"Excuse me!" I call out. "Excuse me. That's your dog, right?"
"Sure is," says one of the people on shore, a middle-aged woman. "His name is Tiger."
"Um, well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I think Tiger accidentally pulled off my bathing suit, and I can't seem to find it anywhere. Do you mind bringing me a towel?" I say.
"Um, sure," says the woman. After briefly conferring with the other members of her group, she picks up a towel. Shewalks down to the shore and then takes a few steps into the water.
"Oh my god, you saved my life. Thank you," I say as I quickly make my way out of the water and snatch the towel from her outstretched hands, quickly wrapping it around me.
"Please accept my apologies," gushes the woman. "Tiger just really loves playing in the water. I guess he gets too excited sometimes."
"Don't be mad at him" I say. "He's a cute fellow. Anyway, it was just an accident."
"Please, let me give you some money so you can buy yourself a new bathing suit," says the woman.
"Oh, not necessary," I say with a laugh. "I've got plenty more at home."
"Are you sure?" says the woman.
"It's fine. I promise," I say, gesturing at the pile of our clothes lying on the grass nearby. "The towel was more than enough. Thank you."
"Okay," says the woman, making her way over to where Tiger is still happily playing and splashing around in the water. "Tiger! You're a very bad boy! Get out of there this instant!"
Poor Tiger looks miserable as he reluctantly obeys the woman's command and gets out of the water. But then he begins to bark and goes dashing off along the shore after some birds.
I wait a moment or two until I'm sure the group isn't looking my way anymore, and then I pick up Mr. Harris's pants and shirt. I then wade a few steps into the water so that he can make his escape.
Mr. Harris swims over as fast as he can and grabs his clothes before dashing onto dry land and stepping behind the big tree. A moment later, he returns, now fully dressed.
"Looks like I just saved the day!" I say with a triumphant laugh.
"Yes, you did. Now, let's get out of here before I lose my fucking job," says Mr. Harris, an angry expression on his face.
I pick up my bikini and my shorts and stalk after him. I give him a defiant look as we reach his car, but he doesn't say anything. I wait until we're back out on the road before I get dressed, tossing the wet towel onto the back seat.
"You can be as mad as you like, but admit it, you had fun today," I say as we pull into the school parking lot.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Kassidy," says Mr. Harris, an icily neutral expression on his face.
I climb out of his car and watch as he zooms off without saying another word. But I'm smiling. Because now I know I've got him right where I want him.
Juicy Details
By the time I finally get home, I'm perspiring heavily in that awful long dress.
"Ah, there you are," says my mother. "How was it? Were you able to help your teacher?"
"Yep," I nod. "I sure was."
"My goodness, you're all sweaty," says my mother. "I told you that you were dressed too warmly for this weather."
"I'm going to go upstairs and change," I say, unable to stand the thought of being imprisoned in that dress a moment longer. I run to my bedroom and strip out of it as fast as I can. I then take a quick shower and return to my room.
Islip into my favorite summer nightgown, and then I pick up my phone and text Jess, filling her in on all the juicy details.
"OMG!" she writes back. "So, you guys totally made out, huh?"
"Yep," I text back. "He was totally turned on."
"Can't wait to hear how it turns out!"
"Me either. This is going to be so awesome! I'll keep you updated."
"OK! Later, sis!"
I put my phone down and flop down on my bed, thinking about the events of the day. I can't believe how far I managed to push Mr. Harris, and I'm already planning my next move.
As I lie there, I realize that one of my hands has crept down underneath the hem of my nightgown and is stroking my labia. It feels very soothing, so I let it remain there.
In my mind's eye, I can see Mr. Harris with his shirt off, and I feel my arousal grow. I begin rubbing lazy circles on my clit as I remember Mr. Harris and the way he looked at me the first time he saw me in my bikini. I can hear his voice, and I can feel the scent of his masculine musk in my nose from when he held me close.
As my excitement builds, I picture him standing in front of me, his pants unbuttoned, his cock sticking out of the fly. I imagine his hands running over my body, squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. I moan softly as I slide a finger inside of my soaking wet pussy, thrusting it in and out as I imagine Mr. Harris fucking me.
I close my eyes and let myself drift away, imagining myself bent over the desk in his classroom, him pounding into me from behind. I groan in ecstasy as I imagine his hands on my hips, pulling me tighter against him as he drives himself deeper and deeper inside of me.
Finally, I let out a little squeal as I climax, shuddering with pleasure as I feel wave after wave of euphoria wash over me.
I collapse back onto the bed, spent, with a huge smile on my face. I can't believe I'm having such dirty thoughts, but am I really to blame?
If my mother had let me have a normal social life instead of studying all the time, then maybe I'd have a boyfriend my own age by now. But locked up like a nun in my bedroom every night, is it any wonder that I'm dreaming about Mr. Harris?
But it's more than just dreaming. I'm going to make him want me more than he's ever wanted a woman in his life. I'm going to make him love me. He will be mine!
I roll over and pick up my phone, opening Instagram and using it to search for Mr. Harris. I'm surprised to find that he actually has an account.
I scroll through his pictures, and I can't help but notice that many of them feature his wife. She is a very attractive woman, with curly brown hair and bright green eyes. She has a great body as well, with full breasts and a big round ass. But she is not me, is she?
Every time I see a picture of the two of them together, my blood boils. They are always smiling, always happy. And I know that it's all fake. I know that deep down, he is unhappy. He's shown me that in so many ways. He needs someone who can satisfy him and make him truly happy, and only I can do that.
I scroll through the pictures until I find one of the two of them together, smiling and hugging each other. I stare at it for a long time, trying to memorize every detail. Then I turn off my phone and put it back down on the bedside table.
I lie there for a long time, thinking about what I need to do to get Mr. Harris to see things my way. I know that I can make him love me, and I will stop at nothing to achieve my goal. And part of that is making sure his eyes are always locked on me.
I jump out of bed, and I go over to my closet to pick out an outfit to wear to school tomorrow. The outfit that I eventually settle on is a gray tank top dress that is a bit tight and hugs my curves. The other part of the outfit is a neon pink thong that I bought at the mall last year with my cousin but never had an opportunity to wear before.
Once everything is ready, I look over at my desk. I know I should be studying, but I just can't find the motivation. For the first time in my life, I have no interest in anything academic. I don't care about Algebra or English or History or even Biology. I don't care about good grades or getting into college or planning out my career.
All I care about now is that I'm in love!
Natural Selection
The next morning, at school, I can barely pay any attention at all to what the teachers are saying. Instead of taking diligent notes like I usually do, I find myself writing Mr. Harris's name over and over again in my notebook.
Sometimes, I draw a heart around his name and then add my own. Other times, I also change the dots above the i's in his name to little hearts because it just looks so cute.
On one page, I write my name "Kassidy Harris" multiple times, imagining that he's divorced his stupid wife so he can marry me, instead. Do I want to take his last name? I'm not sure. Marriage seems like such a long way off.
For now, I just want a boyfriend. I want to go on dates to cozy little restaurants. I want us to go to movie theaters, and then I snuggle next to him during the scary parts. I can just imagine my happy face whenever he gives me a bouquet of flowers or a romantic gift.
He's so attentive and so kind. Really, he's the best boyfriend, ever!
At long last, the bell rings for the end of third period, and I race down the hallway as fast as I can to get a seat right up at the front. I find one just three steps away from his desk, and I set down my backpack and get myself ready. Impatiently, I wait as the other students make their way in.
And then, my heart skips a beat as Mr. Harris comes walking in.
He is wearing khaki pants and a white shirt underneath a blazer. His shirt is tucked in, and his tie is perfectly knotted. He even smells amazing, with a hint of cologne lingering in the air around him. It must be the same cologne he wore yesterday. I take a deep breath, letting the aroma fill my nostrils.
He turns and notices me staring at him. Our eyes lock, and I feel a thrill run through me. He smiles, and my heart leaps into my throat.
"Good morning, class," he says. "Today, we're going to be talking about natural selection versus artificial selection. Is anyone familiar with the difference between these two concepts?"
I raise my hand, and Mr. Harris calls on me.
"Artificial selection is when humans breed animals for specific traits, whereas natural selection is when nature does it for us."
"Very good, Miss Kassidy," says Mr. Harris. "Now, if we look at this diagram here, we can see that this is a drawing of a horse. Can anyone tell me what the difference between this horse and a wild horse might be?"
A hand shoots up, and Mr. Harris calls on the student. I take the opportunity and hike up my dress and spread my legs so that Mr. Harris can get a good look at my neon pink thong.
"Miss Kassidy? Are you finding that it's too warm in this classroom for you, today?" says Mr. Harris, whirling to look right at me.
I tug my dress back down and shake my head. "No, sir," I say, blushing.
"I'm glad to hear it," says Mr. Harris. "Now, please. We need to try to focus on the lesson at hand."
"Yes, sir," I say, giving him a conspiratorial wink.
I then sit up straighter and try to appear as interested in the lesson as possible. But it's impossible to ignore the throbbing sensation between my legs. I know that Mr. Harris is aware of what I just did, and I can practically feel his eyes on me. It's all I can do to keep from giggling like a silly schoolgirl.
"So, as we can see here, the main difference between these two horses is size," continues Mr. Harris. "Horses were selectively bred for size, and they became taller and taller as generations passed. And so, that's the power of artificial selection. We can control which traits are passed down to future generations. On the other hand, natural selection..."
As the lesson continues, I consider flashing Mr. Harris again, but I don't do it because I know I've made my point.
The bell finally rings, and everyone packs up and heads for the door. Just as I'm about to leave, Mr. Harris stops me.
"Miss Kassidy, could you please stay after a minute? There is something I need to discuss with you."
I bite my lip, trying not to grin like an idiot. "Of course, sir," I say. Everyone else files out of the classroom, leaving me and Mr. Harris alone. I can feel his eyes on me as he makes his way over to the front of the class, where he sits down behind his desk and sighs.
"You caused a lot of trouble for me, yesterday," he begins. "My wife found your wet towel in the back seat of my car last night when she went to the grocery store. I panicked and I told her that I had gone to the gym to work out after school, but the truth is that I hate those smelly, overcrowded places. Always have. So now she suspects that something is going on, and she won't stop calling me and sending me texts demanding to know where I was yesterday afternoon. It's driving me crazy."
"Oh, my God," I gasp. "Some women really are psychos."
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