Love & Letters

Earning the Grade, Mr. Jack's Way

Geography had always been my worst subject. I struggled really hard just to barely make a passing grade. There was no way in hell I was going to miss out on my senior year because of failing Geography!

Needless to say, I was very distraught last week when I found out I received a 64% on a major test. I was beside myself. My best friend Kara suggested I approach our teacher, Mr. Jack, about a study session. I was a little doubtful that more studying would help, but I decided to talk to Mr. Jack anyway. Maybe I could convince him to give me a second chance at the test.

Mr. Jack is a really nice guy, but he can be firm when it comes to our grades. Everyone likes him because he always has our best interests in mind. Mr. Jack is always there with wise advice when we come to him with a problem. Like when Angela Gass found out she was pregnant and was too scared to tell her parents. He helped her see that her parents would still love and support her. Still, he could be tough if he thought you were jerking him around. More than one of the school's jocks had been held out of a game for screwing around and failing Mr. Jack's test.

My hands and legs were shaking as I waited in the classroom for him. Damn... I needed to pass this class bad! After a few minutes Mr. Jack strolled into the classroom with a lighthearted smile on his face.

"Come on, Kimmy," he teased, "things aren't THAT bad, are they?"

I tried to smile. "Well I dunno, Mr. Jack. I just can't fail this year. I study hard but I just can't seem to get this freaking Geography! I was hoping you might be able suggestion something?"

He slipped out of his jacket and loosened his tie. Sitting on the corner of his desk he motioned me over. "Kimmy," he started with a soft smile as he took my hands in his, "anything is possible if you want it bad enough. What options have you considered?"

"Well," I started hesitantly, "I guess that's why I'm here. I just can't seem to get it on my own. I was hoping there was something you could do to help me, or maybe.... something I could do for you?" Nervously I tucked some stray hair behind my ear, then boldly let my hand rest on his upper leg.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Kimmy? You look scared to death." Mr. Jack smiled softly as he took my hand in his. His touch calmed me.

I knew my eyes were full of desperation. "Oh I do, Mr. Jack!!" I whispered, leaning closer to him, letting my fingers brush the bulge that was forming in his pants.

He inhaled sharply as his fingers brushed against my breasts. "Your body is so beautiful," he said cupping my small breasts with his large hands. I moaned softly as he kneaded them with his fingers, my nipples growing hard to his touch. Sliding his hand under my T-shirt and bra, he twisted my erect nipples between his thumb and finger.

My head was spinning. I couldn't believe I was here, doing this with my teacher! I tried not to think about it, or the fact we were standing in the classroom. All I thought about was his mouth and hands exploring my body.

Mr. Jack slid my shirt over my head, devouring my body with his eyes. My heart pounded and my body ached with need as he lowered his hot mouth over my tit, sucking most of it into his mouth. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling his head closer.

Mr. Jack still had one hand on my tit as the other groped my ass, pulling my crotch to his knee. I moaned as he lifted his knee to my throbbing pussy, allowing me to grind into it. His tongue worked my nipple. Licking and teasing it expertly as he held it between his teeth. I rubbed my pelvis against his knee harder. Moaning, I felt the familiar sensations stirring in the pit of my belly. At the same moment the door knob turned, my clit exploded with sensation. I knew I should stop -- someone was at the door! -- but I just couldn't! My body shuddered as Mr. Jack supported my weight.