Part 4, The History Classroom

"First you bomb my test, which is very unlike you, by the way," Mr Jackson grumbled at me as the last of the class filed out of the room. "And now, today, you come here late, and I know you get out early from gym, I've had that argument with that lughead a dozen times, and you think you can just come up to me after class and…" He huffed, turning to the white board and grabbing up a red marker, "Let me illustrate, shall I?"

I frowned. This conversation wasn't starting like I'd hoped. Oh, Mr Jackson! Remember that exam, Mr Jackson? Gosh, your pants have seemed so tight all class, Mr Jackson! Let me help, Mr Jackson, that should make it easier to regrade my test, won't it, Mr Jackson? You're so stiff, Mr Jackson! Do you need a massage, Mr Jackson? It'll be so much easier to write an 'A' if I just kiss this and make it all better, won't it, Mr Jackson?

But, no, he hadn't even let me start, and already he was illustrating. At least it wasn't the battle of Gettysburg. No history class needed to draw every stupid hill for some dumb battle that no one cares about. As I sat and watched, he had drawn a box on the left with an F in it. My exam, I guess. And the one on the right, with a C, those arrows, ya. Apparently that meant I'd wanted him to make it a C.

Dumpy and half bald, Mr Jackson was no Mr Palmer or Mr Borneaz, and he had to drag his little stool over to sketch some stick figures in the middle of the board. Ah, I see, that's me, on my knees, begging for a better grade. Personally, I wouldn't have drawn his stick figure quite so tall.

"This is what you're here for, am I right, Alexis?" He capped the marker and pointed it at the board.

I sighed, staring blankly. Then I had an idea to turn the conversation back the way I'd intended, and smirked up at him. I knew just how to offer my trade! "May I?" I stood and reached for the marker and he handed it to me. I stepped up to the stick figures, me on my knees, hands up, begging for a better grade. I'd been on my knees already today, and that wasn't quite how it had gone.

I stepped up on the stool and pulled the cap off and drew a big, fat penis coming off from the crotch of his stick figure and going through my up-reached begging hands. It wasn't exactly art, but I think it got the point across. I grinned back at Mr Jackson.

"Alexis! What are you-" He snatched the marker from me, grabbing up an eraser as I stepped back. He started erasing the board from the middle out. "I don't know where your head is, but you can't… I mean, a girl like you! And your clothes! You can't be wearing these clothes! Especially when you're going and doing these kinds of things!" He kicked his stool over as he moved along the board, erasing his doodle.

I wasn't gonna be stupid this time. I could read between the lines. Mr Borneaz didn't tell me to take off my shorts because he was angry I was getting them wet! I can't be wearing clothes, huh? I know exactly what you want, Mr Jackson! I grinned as he huffed and puffed, gibbering to himself as he erased the board.

I swept off my shirt, tossing it onto his desk, then unsnapped and tugged off my shorts, shimmying them down my legs before tossing them with my shirt. With my panties lost in the locker room, I was now totally naked in Mr Jackson's history classroom. I bit my lip, glancing at the door. It was latched, and the glass was fogged, but it wasn't locked or anything. And there was going to be a class coming in soon.

"I guess I'll lock the door, then, Mr Jackson?" I turned and hurried across the room, my breasts bouncing with my speed, and clicked the lock.

"What do you mean?" He kicked the stool back to the corner, the board clear, before he turned to look over at me. I faced him from the door, grinning in my nakedness. "Oh god, Alexis! What are you doing?"

"You said I shouldn't be wearing those clothes when I do this kind of thing…" I looked at him quizzically as I came across the room, his eyes scanning my smooth crotch and perky breasts.

"What is…" His eyes landed on my bare chest. I glanced down, giggling when I spotted it.

"I didn't really have time to shower after…" I scooped up the glob of sticky goo from above my right nipple, my breast jiggling as I prodded at it. Pulling my finger to my mouth, I paused, looking up at him, "Well, I shouldn't kiss and tell!" I smiled, sucking Mr. Borneaz's tasty cum off my finger.

"Alexis, you need to put your clothes back on right now. I'm calling your parents to take you home. You're obviously not feeling well." He stepped over to sit before his computer, but his eyes kept darting to my nakedness.

"But… you told me to take my clothes off." I came around his desk and up next to him, his knee bumping against my bare ones. I was really starting to get confused. "I don't think you'd want to call my parents. I don't think they'd be very happy about this." I kinda figured the teachers would all want this stuff to be, like, a secret.

He stared at me. "Are you… Is this a threat?" He stood upright, stepping away. "Are you trying to extort a better grade out of me?"

"I, uh," I wasn't sure what he was talking about, "I don't think I know what extort is?" I bit my lip. The other teachers seemed to catch on quicker. "I think so, maybe?" I shrugged, smiling at him and falling to my knees. "I just want to suck on your cock so you'll give me a better grade!"

"I can't…" He stepped back as I reached for his pants.

"C'mon, Mr Jackson, I know you're ready!" I smirked at his bulge, "Everyone in class could tell, but I don't think very many people knew it was because you were looking up my shorts all class, and I think you and me are the only ones who knew what you could see in there!"

"Alexis, stop, you really need to put your clothes back on." I hadn't realize until now, but his voice was getting shallow, and his eyes weren't at all that intense look I expected. They were wide. They were scared. He was scared.

He was scared of getting caught.

I rolled off my knees and landed back onto my butt, legs splayed as I sat there staring up at him. This wasn't what I'd expected at all.

"Please…" His eyes darted to the door, then back between my open thighs.

"Um…" I suddenly had a terrible idea, narrowing my eyes up at him. "No?" I said softly, pursing my lips.

"Alexis…" He muttered, swallowing hard.

"I don't think I'll be doing anything you say." I stood up, turning around and grabbing my bag from my desk. I sifted through and pulled out my F. "Until this is a C." He stared blankly at me. "I mean, an A. I think I deserve an A."

He swallowed nervously, looking down at the exam I'd sat on his desk, then up at the locked door. The next class would start before too much longer. I sighed. I wasn't good at being mean like this. It was so nice with Mr. Palmer and Mr. Borneaz. Why did Mr. Jackson have to make this so hard? I hated trying to be mean! It was awful!

"Look, Mr. Jackson, can we just do this the easy way?" I reached for his still obvious bulge, gently sliding my hand along it. "We can make it so fun!" I grinned, "Like, if I get a B, you can play with my boobies?" He swallowed again. "I get a C, you can play with my cunt!" Mr. Borneaz really seemed to like doing that, Mr. Jackson probably would too! "A D I'll suck on your dick!" I blurted, giggling. This was already fun again!

"And for this F?" He looked sidelong at me.

I didn't have one to go with F. I was new to this. I was sure there was something. I shrugged, a little sad that maybe he wouldn't go for it if I couldn't think of an F one.

He licked his lips, glancing down at me. "Get dressed, Alexis. We can discuss this grade after class tomorrow." He slid my exam into his desk drawer, nodding at my discarded clothing. I beamed up at him, wrapping my arms around him with a happy squeal before spinning and bounding across the room.

"I knew this could be fun!" I stepped into my shorts, shimmying them on as I'd shimmied them off. Grabbing my top and slipping into it, I zipped up my bookbag and threw it over my shoulder. Stepping back over to him, I leaned in and kissed his cheek, "Thank you, Mr. Jackson!"

"Of course, Alexis." He swallowed again, following me toward the door. "If I may ask, I have noticed you tend to go without a bra, but do you typically also have no… um, other underwear?"

I blushed slightly, unlocking his door. I leaned in to him, in a whisper, "The girls took my panties in the locker room…" I pulled the door open and a few kids pushed past me into the room.

"Does that, uh, happen often?" He said plainly, trying not to look at the students filing between us.

"Well, no, it's just…" A boy I knew passed by, smiling at me, and I smiled back. "They were wet, but not, like, from…"

Mr. Jackson, swallowed nervously again. "Perhaps you ought to get to class, Alexis." He nodded toward the hallway.

"And my grade?" I bit my lip.

"Tomorrow, Alexis."

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