Chapter 1

Hello, my name is Haniel Sparks. Sometimes people ask me why I choose to become a high school teacher, of course there's the obvious attractions such as the shorter working hours, and long holidays, or even 'satisfaction' of helping others... 'it sure as hell can't be the pay' Perhaps they just don't think to consider the downside of the job, the mountains of marking, dealing with spoilt teenagers who think they literally are the center of the universe. Temperamental little brats who think it is 'kewl' to bring knives to school; or shoot up class mates because they're parents never taught them how to deal with stress. Maybe, they are oblivious to the self-righteous parents who fail to take any responsibility for raising their kids. So, they blame the teachers when their precious little baby goes off the rails, and expect the school system to pick up the slack, because their too lazy, they're too busy to keep their guns out of reach, and they're too this that or some other thing.

Considering what teachers have to put up with just to live under the poverty line; It's little wonder that there's usually a shortage of good teachers. Though of course, the other side is right too, as usual, the school system is so corrupt that the teachers unions scream bloody murder, when someone thinks to have the audacity to expect teachers to actually do their job, and use the great proven method of success of greedy capitalistic pigs they call free market competition to increase the quality of our school system ... Of course, I just sit back and watch the fireworks, and enjoy the fruits of my labor ... maybe too literally sometimes.

Recently my parents died and left me with some huge amounts of inheritance, right before Obama nation came into power so the government choose to let me keep most of it with the suspension of the "death tax". How much my father and mother held me in high esteem was news to me because they kicked me out of the mansion when I was 18 after my graduation ceremony. After twenty years in the Navy as a Submariner I had my own nice little nest egg. I left the navy with three bachelors and a Ph.D. So I wrote a few things as I moved across the country to Rhode Island to attend my parent's funeral. One of my cousins suggested I become a teacher because it would give me a lot of free time to write. So, that is what got me to where I am now.

My cousin got me a job replacing a science teacher, who was moving across the nation to follow her husband who was in the military. I tried to help her and a fellow sailor out to try to help them get on-base housing quickly. Early on in my life my parents taught me all the benefits of charity, and despite the 'fishy' way my cousin got me the job I felt one good turn could use another. The teenagers these days call it "pay if forward" or some such nonsense, I think. I digress. It was a catholic school that had a dress code {uniform}, for students consisting of a white shirt, school tie, grey trousers for the boys, and a gray knee length plaid skirt, white socks and black shoes. There was also a matching blue/green sweater which was the school's colors, but it was optional, and few students wore one.

Most of the students I taught were between sixteen, and seventeen, I spotted the trouble makers straight away, and within the first couple days had them under control with little more than a series of well placed detentions and encouraging remarks ... some may find this interesting but saying the 'right' positive thing can totally send people into a tail spin. However, it was easy as this was a Catholic school after all and they were just small time bullies.

As always, I made the effort to teach them well, taking the time to find a strategy that would help them all learn and understand the material. Maybe ironically, I believe in doing what is right regardless of the consequences. The means justify the ends, so to speak. Much to my surprise, most students actually respond favorably when a teacher actually does their job. By the end of the first day I already decided on the girl that I would be experiencing. Later, I might look back and think she saved me from a path of self destruction. Yet, I try to leave things that are out of my control to the Divine; And, just focus on what I want to happen. And, yes, things I that are out of my control is almost everything outside of my own body.

As one of the younger girls in my classes, Jennifer {or "Jenn" to her friends} was fifteen and would turn sixteen within the month of September that year. Friendly, and well mannered, she got along with most of the other students in the class but quiet and positive, very unlike some of the more attention seeking girls. Of course, she had her own group of friends she talked with from time to time. She stood around one point six eight meters with slightly silky wavy brown hair that went to her shoulders. Ironically she was strikingly beautiful with pale skin and delicate aristocratic features set off by her hazel eyes and soft moist light pink lips, but she consistently made the choice to where very little makeup.

Magnificently stunningly beautiful, Jennifer had a fantastic body, and she quietly flaunted it in how she walked and her dress. While there was a uniform policy in the school, it was open to some minor interpretation, the most common of which was to wear a skirt which is slightly shorter than the standard style of at the knees directly. This may seem like something small but revealing three to four inches above the knee gives the uniform a whole new meaning as it reveals an admirable portion of a young woman's thighs. Jenifer choose to wear such a skirt, highlighting just how incredible her legs were, beautifully formed, trim and well toned it was obvious she was an athlete that practiced routinely through the week. Neither skinny, nor bulky, she was beautifully shaped and had the perfect curves for her height and figure. Her skirt showed her beautifully supple trim waist and bubble shaped ass. A few times during the fall I was granted short glimpses of brilliance of her perfectly heart shaped firm ass within the uniform plaid skirt.

Jennifer was like most of the other girls in how she wore her tie slightly slack, and with the top button of her shirt undone, the shirt itself was made of a light material, there were no guidelines on what uniform shirts should be made of, just so long as they were white. Jennifer made the choice to wear a shirt made of cashmere silk that a few of the other girls had as well. It was clearly a status symbol of family wealth. Although it was so thin that you were able, to almost see her black bra encasing her maybe barely C-Cup breasts, and so the material came off as slightly off white as her skin augmented the color. A few times during the fall I was able to see her beautiful form of her breasts and torso as the light shining through the windows caught her blouse just the right way.

I had been watching Jennifer, since the first day of school, and admiring her beauty subtlety and discreetly. Thankfully the time came to act soon in the month of November after the "Home Coming" dance. It was a Friday and luckily I taught her final class of the day, thus giving me the opportunity to ger her to myself at the end of the class, but I still needed a reason to keep her back, ironically I found my reasons in one of the pranks that was played on a fellow female teacher I had befriended. I slipped out of the toilet where I inflated a condom like a balloon, then, I carried it back with me to the class hidden under some lab equipment I picked up from the storage cupboard on my way back. As I walked past her seat I dropped the condom at the base of her bench. Like a puppet answering the pull of strings from a puppeteer, the mischievous boys spotted it with little time elapsed.

"Hey Jen! Bat it over here!" He yelled, Jennifer looked puzzled, saw the inflated contraceptive and then without thinking picked it up. Seeing my opportunity I turned and yelled at her "Jennifer!, what the hell do you think you are doing!" I yelled and she spun around turning on her heels with a fright. "Put that in the bin and see me after class!" she began to stutter something about it not being hers, but the words died without sound as I gave her a sharp piercing glance into her soul. Watching her walk over to the bin to dispose of my little prop, I savored her shapely legs and pert butt as it shifted slightly as she unconsciously softly strutted from side to side in her heels. My organ began engorging with blood filling it's veins as the sheer thought of what was soon to come brought a stir in my pants. I had to sit down at my desk to hide the massive aching bulge in my pants, waiting for the final bell as the students finished their lab.

The class room erupted in the sound of scuffling of feet and backpacks as the Final Bell sounded with a sharp distinct ring. The various conversations sprang up out of the silence of the class room as if they were continuing where they had left off when the class began. I followed the last student out the door, leaving Jennifer in her sitting in her seat. Before I shut and locked the door, the student playfully taunted Jennifer about how much trouble she was in ... he didn't know the half of it.

As the student left, I shut the old sturdy solid oak door and locked it behind me. Now, you might ask me why I would 'risk' my job over what I am about to do. My answer is simple, 'What is stopping me?' As you will see, all roads from this juxtaposition leads to me still doing whatever I want. As a great man said once, the only thing to fear is fear itself. Anyhow, where was I? Oh yes, the classroom itself was situation on the second floor of a building built like King Solomon's Temple. Only recently did the school even need to start building an additional building. So the room was extremely sturdy and well kept. The windows overlooked the school soccer, rugby, and baseball field. The private school was extremely old and highly esteemed.

As I turned to walk back to my desk, I saw Jennifer looking at me with an inquisitive look on her face, "why did you lock the door?" she asked as I sat back at my desk, "I wanted to make sure we had no interruptions" I replied with authority in a stern tone, "I did not bring that thing into class sir, it was not mine" she meekly tried to justify and excuse herself, "com here Jennifer, I want to discuss your position in my class" I replied, with the same deep stern voice resonating lightly off the polished hard wood floor and walls. Getting up from her seat, she walked over to me with a defeated expression and stood in front of me submitting to my inquisition. I grabbed her attention from my feet with a snap of fingers and motioned for her to stand next to my seat, and turned myself to face her.

Hands behind her back, feet locked together, and body erect Jennifer continued to stare at the floor with her should slumped in defeat, continuing to submit to my appraisal. I appreciated her slim figure, running my eyes up her beautifully sculpted legs, her trim waist, and slim hips under her bountiful breasts which pressed forward from her shirt and up to her slender neck. Her delicate face offset by the soft brown hair which flowed down to the tops of her shoulders. She remained staring at the floor and then brought her face up to look at me, finally, "I am sorry sir, but I did not bring that thing to class ... I just saw it and picked it up, and I do not even have any, and I have only ever seen them in sex ed" she said with her eyes pleading to me, her hazel eyes looking innocently at me. "So you don't have any and you have never used on before?" "No, I never ever, and I wouldn't even know what to do with one if I saw one, sir." She hastily added with her response, looking even more pleadingly as she silently begged to me.

Looking at her hips and light cashmere silk material of her blouse covering her trim, and tone, stomach, "That is ok Jennifer ... we will not be using them either" Jennifer's chest rose slightly as she took a sharp breath in, her face going slightly pale, I raised myself from my seat brushed the hair from the side of her face. "what do you mean?" she asked, her breathing still shallow and her soft delicate face with hazel eyes still locked onto mine, "I mean, we are going to have sex" I said gently with the back of my fingers gently running across her high cheek bone, "I ... I ... I am sorry but no ... I cannot ... I ... I ... I am not..."came her stuttering reply as she shuffled slightly away from me. I put my hands on her shoulders, just enough to stop her from moving further away from me, "I am going to make love to you Jennifer" I said tenderly and gently, "No ... you cannot ... please!!!" she said finally raising her voice ever so slightly as her voice began to faultier and tremble, with her body. "just do what I say and you will be fine, this does not have to be difficult" with a gentle and caring tone I explained to her. Fear washed over her eyes and she began to struggle, trying to free herself of my grip.

After twisting, I threw Jennifer back into the whiteboard behind my desk. The impact stunned her and she stood paralyzed against the blackboard. Her face stung turned, as I slapped her across the face "fail to make this difficult Jennifer! submit!" I yelled at her, and turned her face to look at me by her chin, "Do you understand!?!" I barked curtly as she stared into my eyes with disbelief, and her face startled from the violence. "Do you!?!" I barked again, lowering my hand from her face to her arm, as she gently nodded her head with a single tear running from her watery eyes across the red mark where I had slapped her. The red mark was already fading though, as only wished to stress a point, and do everything but tarnish her beautiful soft angelic face.

Moving my right hand down the side of Jennifer's curves I grabbed her ass and softly began to knead and massage her ass through her smooth silk grey plaid skirt. The sound of her soft whimper ran a chill of pleasure down my spine as I kissed her neck and shoulders. Licking the lobe of her ear, and darting my tongue in and out I then grabbed her breast through her blouse with my other hand and began kneading and mauling it as my thumb flicked across her areole and nipple. I could feel the heat of pleasure begin to rise within her as she whimpered more from the unknown sensation boiling within her. I pulled back slightly and began unbuttoning her blouse as she looked at me confused. Her eyes were still watery and afraid of what was happening, and yet still confused at me and what I was doing, and what I was causing her to feel. I grabbed her blouse and pulled it down to her elbows roughly causing her to whimper from the sudden movement.

With a warm heated smile at my good fortune, I look into her eyes and unbutton her front clasping silk black bra and pulled it to her elbows with her blouse as I dove into sucking on her neck. Her back arched and she moaned for the first time as both hands returned to now roughly kneading and mauling her ass and naked breast. I had switched my hands though as my kisses trailed from her sweet moist watermelon flavored lips, ears, neck, shoulder, and then to her breasts. She looked away and whimpered in the shame and humiliation of having her teacher suck and nibble on her breast as he knead and mauled her breast and ass with his hands. Kneeling I sucked on her magnificently beautiful boobies and nipped her nipple. Causing a small orgasm to wash over her body; With, a new round of delightfully pleasant whimpers from the unwanted pleasure. I could feel her become more submissive to my demands, I let go of my remaining restraint with treating her body roughly. My goal was for her pleasure rather than my own, but I had no inhibitions based on fear of right or wrong, good or bad, society or family. There was only action and the consequences of those actions. There was only me and the sexual animal pleasure I felt, from driving sexual animal pleasure through this young woman's ripe fertile young teenaged body. I intentionally ignored her moving her hands to my shoulders and unconsciously caressing my head absentmindedly.

With Jennifer's first orgasm of the evening I began trailing south with kisses along her irresistibly soft silky feminine skin. First to her belly-button my tongue playfully nipped at her outie causing another delightfully yelp from her moans of pleasure as both hands were roughly kneading and mauling her bare ass. My hands had gone down to start massaging her calf muscles thoroughly; Then cupping the back of her knees as I nipped her belly button, and then under her skirt I began roughly kneading and mauling her thighs. I had no doubt she might have bruises, and be sore, the next morning but right now she was mine; And, she loved every minute of it. As my hands slipped under her white cotton panties I dove my had under her skirt.