Miss Fischer

Standing in front of him was Miss Fischer, the sexy young geography teacher.

“Studying hard I hope,” she said, as she approached the desk. As usual, Miss Fischer had her regular tight pencil skirt and plain white blouse on. Underneath her skirt were those very nice black pantyhose, covering up her legs.

“Of course miss, obviously very much want to ace this one,” he said.

The two had a deal for the end of exams. If Mark aced his geography exam and Miss Fischer was single again, she was going to let him spend one night with her.

It was a couple of massive ‘If’s’.

“So can I ask a question that would be addressing the elephant in the room,” Mark said, building up the courage to ask.

She couldn’t keep a straight face, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

Without having to ask here anything more, Miss Fischer told him what he really wanted to hear, “Let’s just say, one of the two things in our little deal has already gone your way.”

Mark was grinning like a fool when he heard that. “You and your boyfriend not together anymore??” he asked.

She nodded, “Turns out I wasn’t the only woman he was seeing,” she told him, “But just remember Mark, I said ace it. Ace the exam. If you don’t, it’s still a no deal.”

That was fair, tough but fair. It was certainly putting more pressure on Mark to do well but the reward for perfecting it was now confirmed.

“I better keep studying then,” Mark said, determined to pass.

Miss Fischer leaned forward, her top button of her blouse was undone, it was only now when she leant forward that he realised that. Her blouse opened up slightly more, showing a bit of cleavage and the hint of a white lacy bra.

“That’s a good boy, ball is in your court,” she said before moving back up and walking away.

Mark felt himself harden. Now he really had to start studying hard.