Heisenberg

    He looked up from the exams as the door opened.  It was almost 5:00 pm and no one else should be in the building

    She walked toward his desk, her denim mini-skirt riding on her thighs with the swing of her hips.  “Hi, Mr. Heisenberg, how are you doing?”  Cheryl, one of his students asked. She made her way to his desk, her young hips swaying seductively.  “Have you graded our tests yet?”  Her skirt was complimented by a pair of red stiletto heels, a red silk camisole covered with a short white; almost see thru long sleeve blouse.  She had a rather stunning presence for a high school senior. Heisenberg tried to recall what she had been wearing earlier in class, he was relatively certain it wasn’t what she had on at the moment.

      Heisenberg was trying not to look her up and down. “I was just grading them, Cheryl, what can I do for you?” He was looking her straight in the eye, not trusting himself to look anywhere else.

    “Have you graded mine yet, I need to know if my grade is improving.”  Cheryl was not one of his more stellar students.  She was intelligent enough to do well, in fact her academic career thus far was respectable.  For the most part she had not been truly challenged, but, she was being challenged now, his was not a memorization learn by rote field.

    “Well let me see” Heisenberg said looking at the exams.  Purposefully he moved to the door, exams clutched tightly in hand and opened the door.  Noting there were no other classroom lights on and not a janitors cart in sight.  His mind raced at the implications.  “I’ve graded the first three pages of everyone’s and the fourth of some.  I haven’t looked at the fifth page yet.”  He shuffled through the exams and found hers.  “I haven’t done pages four and five of yours, Cheryl”

    “Could you finish it now?  I’ll wait,” she asked.  “I really need to do well on the midterm.  Colleges are still watching grades for scholarships”

    Heisenberg was fairly certain what her grade was going to be, the first three pages did not look promising.  “Well, I suppose, but Cheryl, you struggled on the first part, it doesn’t look real good at the moment.”  Warily, he sat at his desk.

    Cheryl moved to close the door, “Do you mind if I close the door, it’s kind of cold in here?”

    He wasn’t cold, but from the looks of her nipples she could be finding it a bit chilly “No I’d like the door open for the moment please.  It’ll take a few minutes but if you don’t mind waiting it’s okay with me.” 

    Swaying to the lab table adjacent to his desk Cheryl sat on the stool, crossing her legs.  Her pelvis at eye level, thighs almost completely exposed, she watched as Heisenberg nervously cleared his throat, tore his eyes from her and bent to finish her exam.

    Looking up at her Heisenberg uncertainly searched for a gentle way to deliver the result.

    Cheryl brought a hand to her breast and lightly began tracing a nipple, “And?” She said running the tip of her tongue over her upper lip.

    He was taken aback and had a difficult time believing this was going were it appeared to be heading.  Collecting his thoughts, he decided gentleness was not called for, Heisenberg said “Cheryl, your results aren’t very promising.  This is going to lower your grade.”


    “I’ve got to improve my grade Mr. Heisenberg, what can I do?  I can’t afford to lose any potential scholarships because of one stupid physics class?”  Cheryl pleaded, “I am 18 you know, I am sure we could come to some sort of an agreement.”  She uncrossed her legs leaving them slightly spread. 

    Heisenberg thought he caught a glimpse of red material between her legs but couldn’t be sure.  When he realized what he was doing, where he was looking; he quickly looked into her face.

    Her eyelids dropped slightly as she brought a hand to rest on her breast.  Their eyes were locked.  It was taking every ounce of self control Heisenberg possessed to keep his eyes on hers and not her breasts or her flat midriff where her other hand lightly rested.  She was moving her hand down to the hem of her mini-skirt.  “I’ll do anything for a good grade Mr. Heisenberg … anything.”

    He imagined her ankles on his shoulders as he buried himself in her young, tight cunt, one hand twisting her nipple, her long thick auburn in disarray as he fucked the green eyed beauty.  He felt his cock stir.  His mind recoiled in horror when he realized what he was thinking, what he wanted.  This was one of his students.  He knew she was 18 and ‘legal’ but she was not yet a woman.

    Cheryl saw the terror in her teacher's face, she knew he was imagining them together, naked bodies entwined.  She spread her legs slightly, the mini skirt riding higher on her tan thighs, giving him a clear view of the red sheer thong covering her pussy, almost.

    “Anything Mr. Heisenberg, whatever you want I’ll do for you.”  She looked at him and continued.  “You change my grade and you can have me however you want, that would be nice wouldn’t it?  I’d like it, I’ve fantasized about you for a long time.  I’ll bet your cock is beautiful.”

    “Cheryl don’t” Heisenberg calmly said.  He imagined her kneeling before him, worshipping his dick, using her mouth to pleasure him.  Glossy red lips covering the head, her tongue licking his cock, one hand fondling his balls and the other stroking his shaft.  He couldn’t remember the last time he'd had sex, let alone a blow job.

    “Mr. Heisenberg, this is not a one time offer, I want you to fuck me until I leave for college.  I want to make love to you.  I don’t want you just once.”  Cheryl earnestly pleaded her green eyes boring into his psyche.

    Their eyes still locked, “Cheryl, I… we, we shouldn’t, I can’t.  You shouldn’t be here.”  Heisenberg faintly replied.

    Cheryl stood and pulled her skirt up to her waist, revealing the sheer red thong covering her trimmed pussy.  Heisenberg could not help it, he had to look.  “Nobody but you and me ever have to know, I promise.  I’ll never tell anyone, I just want you.  I want to feel your skin, smell you with me.”

    He stood and walked to the back of his classroom, turned and looked at her, all of her, and then his eyes met hers.

    She moved the hand up from her skirt, to inside her sheer white blouse.  He could see her red fingernails, one tracing a nipple, the nipple becoming erect and pushing the red silk of her camisole out, her other hand hefting a full firm breast.

    He pictured her from behind, standing before him her legs spread slightly, slowly bending forward thrusting her young round, tan ass at him.  He stepped forward his hands moving to her waist, his cock pressing against her soft, smooth flesh.  The image vanished in self reproach.

    “No, its not right Cheryl, we can’t.”

    “How can it not be right?  I can see that you want me, it is in your eyes.  I know I want you.  I’ve wanted you for months.”

    “Cheryl, I have a son your age.  I am your teacher.  I am my wife’s lover.  You don’t need to do this to get a good grade.  You are an intelligent young woman.”

    “Nobody has to know, I swear it”

    “I would know” Heisenberg said softly.  “I would know, it isn’t right, your young, your life doesn’t hinge on one physics class.  You shouldn’t, now or ever, sell yourself for a grade, or anything else for that matter.  You can get a decent grade in this class other ways, academic ways.  Meet me here during third period tomorrow, it is my prep and we’ll come up with a plan for improving your grade.”

    “I would rather fuck you, I am not selling anything, and I want you” Cheryl said evenly, looking him directly in the eyes.

    “No,” was his response.

    Cheryl eyed him, “You know all I have to do is say we fucked, or even that you touched me, or suggested an ‘arrangement,’ and you would be through.  I don’t want to do that all I want is you, and to pass this class.”

    “You can’t have me.  You can pass the class.  Come during third period tomorrow, we’ll come up with an academic plan to get you through physics with a respectable grade.”

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    Heisenberg pulled his old truck into the gravel drive and shut the engine off.  His wife and children were home, her new car in the garage.  He leaned forward resting his forehead on the steering wheel.  He listened to the popping of the cooling engine, the rain pelting his truck.  He thought of Cheryl, he thought of his wife, he wondered how his life had decayed to this.  Steeling himself, he got out of the truck and made his way into the house, getting soaked in the short distance.

    His wife was at the stove working on dinner, she had changed from her work clothes into baggy sweats that effectively hid the only body he wanted, the body he needed.  There were remnants of make-up left on her face.  “Hi” they said simultaneously, he smiled at her but did not get much of a response.  He went behind her, encircled her with his arms and kissed her neck lightly.

    “I need you tonight honey,” he whispered in her ear.

    She shrugged out of his arms, “Not tonight, I am tired and I don’t want the kids to hear us.”

    Heisenberg backed up, leaning against the sink, and felt another bit of his sanity slip into the dark.