Chapter 1

Steve Parker had been teaching school for 7 years. His job teaching English as James Polk High school was not too bad, it paid enough for his lifestyle, the benefits were good, and he was looking forward to an early retirement at age 52. At 29 years old the fact that the best part of his life was thinking about retirement in 23 more years never seemed to strike him as odd. Steve was six feet tall, dark haired handsome and in good shape. Some of the young male teachers had problems with girl's getting crushes on them, but not Steve, something about him just exuded boring and not dangerous. He was 29 going on 59 and the girls could tell. Steve's life was predictable, stable and dull as hell.

He had been married for 5 years to his college sweetheart. His wife Lisa was a nurse and she worked the swing shift at the hospital from 3 to 11 at night. They did not see each other too much during the week as Steve had to be at work at 7:00 and was home by 5:00. Again this was alright with Steve as it left him plenty of time to read and work on a novel that he was probably never going to send to a publisher. Sex was OK as far as Steve was concerned, maybe once or twice a month Lisa would be in the mood. Steve wanted sex more often but he was not one to rock the boat. He just beat off to internet porn when Lisa was a work and that seemed to take care of things. All in all he was satisfied with his life and where he was at.

For the most part Steve did not have trouble with his students. He was moderately well liked, or at least tolerated by the students in the class. He graded people fairly based upon their work and effort and not whether he liked them, or they were part of some clique or another in the school. There were always students doing well and students doing poorly, he tried to help both groups to the best of his abilities. One of his students in particular had been performing badly and he was meeting with her after school to try and get to the bottom of her problem.

The girl's name was Rebecca Marsh, everyone called her Becca. Rebecca Marsh was an 18 year old beauty with long dark hair, a figure that would put any woman to shame. She was wearing a v-neck cut tight shirt that showed more cleavage than the school dress code allowed, and a pair of jeans that showed off her tight ass to perfection. Steve had never had a problem with the sexual side of high school girls and had never even been tempted to stray with one of his students. His brain noted that Rebecca was pretty and sexy but that was it at least that was the way he tried to think.

As he started talking with her he was blunt and to the point, "Rebecca I will come right to the point you are failing my class and you cannot graduate if you do not pass my class. I do not see any evidence that you are even trying to pass the class. You have barely turned in half of the required work, and what you do turn in looks like you wrote it in the five minutes before class starts.

"Mr. Parker you know you are supposed to call me Becca, everyone does," was all that Rebecca said back to him.

"Well Rebecca was the name your mother gave you and I think it is good enough for me to use as well. You did not answer my question."

"Well here is the deal Mr. Parker. I am fucking bored with school. I have had it with all of the high school bull shit and I am ready to be out of here. Your class bores me to death. I am never going to need any of this shit so why should I pay any attention at all." She stood up and leaned forward over his desk showing even more of her cleavage. His eyes could not help but be drawn to her breasts. Rebecca was not slow to notice.

"So Mr. Parker what if I just find your class you know, pointless. What could we do about that?" She reached up and hooked the edge of the tight t-shirt and shifted it just a little bit causing her stiff pink nipple to pop out. Steve could feel his cock swelling in his slacks as he looked at the sexy girl's nipple.

Steve mentally shook his mind clear and said crisply, "What we could do is speak with your parents about your inability to get your work done. Here is a note to your mother. If she does not call me, or e-mail me I will call her. I guess we are done.

Rebecca just smiled and stood up, throwing her shoulders back so Steve could get another good view of her big tits. "Well if you want to talk to my Mom it is fine with me. You just missed your chance though. I am real good if you know what I mean."

Steve tried to ignore the hardon in his pants as he said back to her, "I am going to choose to ignore your inappropriate comment. Just make sure you get the note to your parents."

Ok, Mr. Parker, I will let my mom know you want to see her. My dad is still serving out the sentence he got for killing some guy who looked at my mom just like you are looking at me right now. So I guess he won't be able to make it."

Steve tried not to react to her comment. He could not believe that it was true and he pointedly looked down on the papers on his desk as she left the classroom. He knew that she would look back to see if he was checking her out as she left he was not about to give the girl the satisfaction of thinking she owned him.

He was sexually charged up after his exchange with Rebecca and he could not focus that night as he was trying to keep his mind off of his sexy student. He could just picture her taut pink nipples and firm ass. He got a boner even thinking about the girl as he was trying to work on his novel. He thought about calling up some porn on his computer, but instead decided to try and get his wife to agree to sex. He wanted to feel some real pussy wrapped around his cock instead of his hand.

His wife got home at 11:30 as she walked in as he was watching the show Scrubs just as he did most nights. His wife Lisa was tall, 5'8" with light auburn hair, a slim body with small breasts and a very shapely ass, even in her white uniform pants.

He gave her a big smile when she walked in and said, "Hey it's good to see you. I was just thinking about you."