Thirst: The First Collection (Completed)

19. I'm Giving You an F

Richard Faulkerson Jr. was a typical nerd in school. He's the student that always gets his straight As, wins academic competitions and gets high praises from all his teachers. Even though he's the school nerd, he's one of the hottest students in school. Girls and some guys drool over him. His male friends wanted to be him. Despite all of his achievements and dashing good looks, he stayed humble and grounded, making him even more lovable than he already is. He's the idol of every student. He's also the apple of his teachers' eyes...except for one. 

Ms. Nicomaine Mendoza hated Richard Faulkerson Jr. or so he thought. She was the only one giving him a hard time in class. He had been doing his best efforts in her class but the highest grade that she had given him was a B. He hated it but he also couldn't do anything about it because everytime Richard demands an explanation from Ms. Mendoza, she'd just shrug him off and ignore him unlike his other classmates. 

Everything suddenly changed that day when Ms. Mendoza returned their graded final exams. Shocked was an understatement when Richard saw his paper. He never had that kind of grade in his life. He couldn't be patient with her anymore. He needed an explanation and he wanted that explanation as soon as possible. 

Ms. Mendoza was their last class that day so Richard made sure everyone was out before he stormed towards her desk. He realized that she knew what was happening because when he got to her table, she had that smug look on her face that says "I don't give a fuck what you think."

"Excuse me Ms. Mendoza..."

"Maine." She cut him off.

"...Maine." His eyebrows curled. He was so irritated that it took all his strength not to punch his teacher right then and there. "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't get an F on this paper. I double checked my answers and I studied hard for this."

"Your essay was horrible. I wouldn't even give it a D." Maine said. She continued ignoring him while she played Angry Birds on her phone.

"Essay counts for five percent on this test. How the hell would that fail me?" He was so angry he didn't notice that he had raised his voice. That caught Maine's attention. She was now looking at him, smirking. She bit her lip then grabbed Richard's tie. 

"You know you look so hot when you're angry?" She bit her lip, stood up and went to the door. She didn't leave the room. She just locked it then pulled the blinds down.

Confusion swept Richard's face. "What the fuck are you doing Ms. Maine?"

"I know how you look at me Richard." Ms. Mendoza slowly strutted towards him. "I've been watching you."

"That's because you've been giving me shitty grades all year." Richard ran his hands through his hair. He didn't have a clue what was happening at that very moment. But, one thing's for certain. Ms. Maine was telling the truth. He might have been extremely irritated with his teacher but he also had the hots for her. She always wore these boner-inducing skin tight dresses that showed every curve of her body.

"Well, I know. I wanted you to notice me but I couldn't get your attention. If I'd known an F would crack you, I would have done it long ago."  When she reached Richard, she pushed him back towards her chair, made him sit, then she straddled his lap. "You've been a very naughty student. You didn't even notice that I was failing you on purpose." She moved her face closer to him.

"Uhhh. I...uhhh...shit...uhhh." Richard became inarticulate. He felt his blood rush down towards his manhood. He couldn't help himself and Ms. Maine felt it. She smiled then kept moving her pelvis in very miniscule motions.

"I've always wanted to give you that F." Ms. Maine slowly and gently ran her fingers on Richard's muscled torso. She tapped on his pectorals lightly and made sure that she grazed on those sensitive nubs that were hiding beneath his white button-downs.

"And..." She then unbuttoned on of its buttons.

"Here..." Another button.

"You..." And another button.

"Are..." And another button.

"Now." And the last button.

In that spur of the moment, Richard knew that his teacher played him. He never saw his final grades. She wanted his reaction. She wanted him to notice her. She wanted HIM. All he could think about was playing along so that she gives him the A he deserved.

He looked at her with hunger in his eyes. "You've been a bad teacher." He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to him. She was startled. "A good teacher tells her student everything. Why didn't you just tell me?" He held her face then pulled his teacher in a kiss. He slowly unzipped her dress while they made out on the moving chair.

It was Ms. Maine who broke the kiss. "I'm gonna give you that F I wanted to give you for a long time." She stood up then removed the unzipped dress while Richard unbuckled his belt. 

"Well, you deserve a D for being a bad teacher." Richard pulled out his massive tool then held it in front of her. "This D."

Ms. Maine bit her lip, moved back to straddling her student then gave him another kiss.

Richard was now the one who cut the kiss. "Wait." His sudden change got Maine all confused. "Are yous still gonna give me an F...I mean a real grade of F?"

"You never had a grade lower than A+, Richard." She smiled. 

"Well, hopefully this F doesn't stop here." He pulled her in for another long make out session.

While they kissed, Maine had a thought. "That, my friends, is how you get a D+."