Miss Hewitt’s Class

“Would he speak to the police?”

Mark shook his head, trying to answer Daniel’s question without being caught by his fit teacher. He had just told Daniel before class about his interaction with Z on the weekend. Hearing this, his best friend was very much intrigued and had plenty of questions to ask.

Daniel was closer to Maple than Mark was, mainly due to the fact that they were both from West Hall. Without ever truly asking him, Mark often wondered if there was more to their casual hook up friendship, the possibility of the two ending up in a relationship was real.

If they were to, Mark hoped it wouldn’t be until after college, he still enjoyed fooling around with Maple and her roommate Eliza from time to time.

“It’s a start though,” the blonde hair boy whispered again, “We should work on him, try and get him to come clean.”

Mark was aware that Miss Hewitt was starting to peek over in their direction as she sat behind her desk. She was one of the strictest teachers on campus so if she caught them chatting when they were meant to be taking a test, he could find himself in hot water.

“I’ll let Maple know this afternoon,” Daniel whispered again.

The constant whispering was getting annoying, Mark felt like he could feel their teacher’s eyes watching him.

“Look, I’ll talk to you more about this later…” Mark replied.

Unfortunately his voice was a little too loud and Miss Hewitt picked up on it quickly.

“Mr Rodgers, you can stay back after class, thank you.”

Mark sat there with his mouth wide open, he couldn’t believe his poor luck. He didn’t really do anything wrong, just trying to stay out of trouble and that’s exactly what got him in it.

For the remainder of class, Mark couldn’t focus on his test. He kept looking up at the attractive young woman behind her desk at the front of the room. All he could think about how he had information that he could use to **** her.

Was it too dangerous of a move to pull on a teacher? He could get in serious trouble if it backfired.

But it felt like she had something against him, he was always in her bad books for whatever reason. It didn’t make much sense considering he was probably the smartest person in the entire class.

It was a lot to think about over the next half an hour…

***

“I don’t know why you can’t follow simple rules, Mr Rodgers. I clearly stated, no talking for the entire time of the test,” Miss Hewitt told him as he stood in front of her desk after class.

He couldn’t lie, he loved the viewing point he had at this second. Mark was standing up in front of her desk, looking down her purple blouse to see some very nice cleavage.

“Following simple instructions is a requirement of being my class,” she continued, “Is there a reason you were speaking when told not to?”

Yeah… to tell his friend to stop speaking to him so he wouldn’t get in trouble. The answer was obvious but he didn’t think he needed to get his best friend involved.

“No miss,” he lied.

She looked up at him, her some what sternly tone had started to relax, “Good, don’t let it happen again… you’re dismissed.

As much as he thought it may be the right time just to leave and not push any boundaries, Mark’s feet had other ideas. He couldn’t move, they wouldn’t move, subconsciously he didn’t want to leave without telling her what he knew.

It was an opportunity to get something in return from a teacher he was not only **** to see naked, but just as **** to fuck.

Looking up at him, Miss Hewitt gave him a questioning look, squinting her eyes.

“Yes?” she asked, wondering why he hadn’t walked out of her classroom yet.

There was no point stressing about this any longer, Mark was about to go for broke…