Brilliant but lazy, that's how my teacher described me on my mid year report and she was right. In truth I rarely completed assignments but when I did I easily scored higher marks than anyone else. Truth is I don't really understand why I don't try harder, I just get bored and stop.

Funny thing is almost every guy in my class gets all their assignments in and on time, well you would for Miss Devonshire, every 12 year olds wet dream, 5'10 blond hair perfect body (well what you could imagine beneath her clothes) and at 23 young enough that some of the guys had walked out her age once they left school and decided it still would be good as long as she remained single.

But for me, well I wanted her now, I had no doubt that there was zero chance of it happening but if you didn't try you didn't get. So as part of my cunning plan I got myself on school detention on the day that she was rostered to take it.

As 4:00 o'clock finally clicked by, the small group of kids was allowed out of the room and all but one left very quickly, I of course stayed behind.

Miss Devonshire looked up as I stood on the other side of the teachers desk "I wondered what you were doing here Chris, its not like you to break school rules" her eyes never strayed from mine and a knot of fear formed in my stomach, this wasn't going to work but still the words came out as I had rehearsed.

"I got in trouble on purpose Miss Devonshire once I found out you were taking detention."

Now in truth the best response would have been something along the lines of 'thank goodness for that I've been wondering how to get you alone, take me I'm yours and when you have finished here I have a couple of horny sisters for you to fuck'

Surprisingly enough I didn't get that response despite its obvious appeal to me. NO, I got the quizzical 'I don't understand look' followed by the 'ah now I get it ' look and then the 'I'm flattered really I am and if you where 10 years older' look

Miss Devonshire walked around the desk her skirt short enough to revel a good deal of thigh, that drove boys mad and if the rumours were true Sara Jenkins had an upper thigh fixation for this teacher as well. Her slim body sat on top of an empty desk and she motioned me to sit next to her which I of course did.

The speech started off with "I'm very flattered " and ended " If you were 10 years older who knows, but I'm sorry you're just too young"

Well as my dad used to say 'in for a penny in for a pound' and at the end of the speech my arm snaked around her waist as my other hand touched her knee

"Well I know I'm young but..."

"Chris get your hand off my knee" the tone of command in her voice

I complied automatically before trying to continue "I was saying that I may be young but I do well, I am in love with you" the line was genuine and said wholeheartedly, surely an earnest appeal would work.

"And from my waist" Miss Devonshire looked at me her eyes a mix of seemingly everything "You don't love me Chris you are simply being like any normal boy when they see an older woman"

"But this is different Miss, I see other woman and they look nice and things like that but when I see you my heart sings" thank you Mr Album Cover for that last bit I thought hoping for a softened response.

Miss Devonshire sighed "It's not love Chris it might seem like it but, you know you're a good kid maybe when you're older and If I'm single that line might work on me but I have to remember you're a child in my class and I'm your teacher, I'm sorry"

"I know you have to take that in to account but what if it could be different" and with that I moved my arm around her waist again and my hand on her thigh once more, but this time I slowly moved it up until I touched skirt, my thumb under the fabric slowly rubbing her skin

"But it can't Chris there's nothing we can do and just because you like me doesn't mean I could like you in that way while you're so young I mean I like my men to have big " Miss Devonshire blushed and then seemed to realise that a 12 year old boy was trying to feel her up

"Chris I said no, now please stop "

"Have big what?" I asked not moving my hand

"Never you mind" she answered sternly her face even redder and then finally took my hand away from her leg but as she took my hand she seemed to pause slightly. She also forgot my arm around her waist and I rejoiced in the continued touch

"Now you should go home Chris" her voice a mix of command and sadness and something else.