I already blew him, what's a little cop and feel?

Titillation and curiosity win out.

I stand up and walk over to his desk. I can hear his excitement as his breathing changes. He says , “If it helps, I’ll even wear latex gloves so you aren’t feeling my skin.”

I reply, “No gloves, that’s just weird.”

I set the timer on my phone for 30 seconds. I turn so my back is to the door. I pull my shirt up to expose my bra, unclasp it and start the timer. I say “Thirty seconds. Go.”

He stands up and I pull my bra cups back. The classrooms are always too cold, and my nipples turn into pebbles with the direct exposure to the chill air.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when he touched me. The man has hands like any other male. Nathan had hands and he spent a lot of time with his hands on them after prom.

His skin is warm and surprisingly soft. I close my eyes so I don’t have to look at him or the growing bulge in his pants. Thirty seconds sure feels like a long time.

I wince when he decides to start kneading and squeezing my nipples and open my eyes. The timer goes off. He immediately retracts his hands, as promised. I get things back in order and watch him enter the B for my test grade into the computer and submit it into the system.

He says, “Miss Gailliard, thank you and enjoy the rest of your day.” He turns back to grading papers.

Enjoy the rest of my day? I just got groped by a teacher. Technically I could turn him in for that, but I’ve got a B at least. I can stick it to the adults who live in my house and pretend to parent me. I have summer to look forward to. So why mess with it?

I open the door and start to walk out. Perkins clears his throat, "Now if you'd like a little more extra credit, we might be able to come up with something else.

More extra credit? Okay, this is getting weird. I almost keep walking but I’m a smarter girl than my teachers give me credit for. I turn back into the classroom and close the door behind me.

“No sex. If you want to look at my pussy for thirty seconds that would be worth an A. No touching though.”

Perkins flushes. So the thought was not unappealing to him.

“I was thinking of something else. Still centered around your bosom."

Bosom? What is this, the Amish times? I just sucked your cock and let you grope my breasts and now you want to use fancy language?

“I would like to get a picture of you topless. I promise I won’t post it anywhere on the internet or share it with anyone. I collect them and I go through my collection and appreciate the beauty and the architecture of the female form.”

So he likes to get himself off looking at pictures of topless women?

“Does it include my face?”

He says, “That’s the catch. Breasts are one thing, but having the whole picture adds to the beauty.”

“And you won’t share this picture with anyone?”

“Absolutely not. This is your opportunity to walk out of here with an A on the test and guarantee you graduate on time and walk with your class.”