Grading papers after school

That night, Richard sat at his work desk. He had it set up in the living room of his little apartment with nothing on it except what was necessary, to avoid distractions. He poured over the quizzes, making notes on which students needed the most help.

When Richard got to Danielle's quiz, he got stuck looking at one question. Did it deserve partial credit? She'd gotten very close, but he hadn't given partial credit to the other students. There was no reason to, the test was solely for seeing where the students stood, it didn't count towards the grade. Still, he felt that Danielle deserved a little more recognition than the others and gave her the points.

Richard started to look at the next test, but he quickly lost focus. He pulled Danielle's quiz back out and stared at her signature at the top. She really had wonderful handwriting. Beautiful curves to her cursive letters, like the curves of her body.

Richard pushed the paper away, ashamed of himself for thinking that. “Come on, she's just a kid. Well, not really a kid, since she's eighteen. They'll all women now, and she's certainly the most womanly. She likes to show that off, too, which is certainly reasonable with a body like that. I bet she has one of those MyFace pages. Yeah, I bet she does.”

After a moment he snapped back to attention and resumed grading papers. However, the thought of what Danielle might have put on her web page kept sneaking into his head. Each time he told himself that she probably didn't even have a MyFace page and pushed himself to keep working.

Finally he couldn't stand the curiosity. He got up from the desk, saying, “I'll just settle my curiosity so I can get back to work.” He went to his bedroom and started up his computer. “Come on, boot up already.” When the computer was finally ready he started a web browser and pointed it to MyFace to look for Danielle.

He found her immediately. Her page was gorgeous, as if it had been made by the best computer nerd in the school. Richard felt bad about thinking that, Danielle obviously didn't need help, she was certainly smart enough to set up all these menus and graphics herself. Then he saw the pictures area. For a brief moment he thought about how inappropriate it would be for a teacher to look there, but then he clicked on it anyway.

Pictures of Danielle in a tiny red bikini filled his screen. He clicked on the first one and admired her lying on a beach towel. Her chestnut hair looked luxurious against her pale shoulders. Her figure was perfect, tight and fit in all the ways a teenager should be. Her breasts looked to be perfect C-cups. There was a little sparkle below her supple neck. Was it her crystal? He could barely see it in the small picture, but something about that tiny sparkle calmed him and drew him towards Danielle even more.

Richard wanted to masturbate. He wanted it very badly. He stroked his cock through his pants, aware of how inappropriate it was to think about a student that way, but also telling himself that other teachers must have had these kinds of thoughts about a student and it couldn't be a big deal.