From one who can give and take

She did quite well, Stacy thought, considering. She had always had a talent for indirect observation. That’s why she could drift through so many classes without really paying attention… and still keep at least above average grades. It was probably also why she was always so self-conscious about those whispers that echoed behind her back. She always knew when someone was talking about her, looking at her, weighing her up. Those were the prickles on her neck and voices in the back of her mind. The things that she feared and was excited by the most. Stacey Lee might have perfected the art of looking like she didn’t give a fuck what others thought… But in truth she only really felt alive in the considerations of herself she imagined in other’s minds.

She felt HIS eyes upon her now. The villain of an educator who seemed to have more than an unhealthy interest in making her life difficult. Why hadn’t she realised until now? What that meant. What he really wanted. She heard him stand up as her scribbling faltered, take two steps to stand close behind her. Still, she didn’t turn.

“And at last we find the point where your interest faltered, huh Miss Lee? I’ll admit, I though you’d given upon listening to me a long time before then. Perhaps Miss Palmer’s outfit wasn’t quite so distracting as you made out… Still…”

Stacy felt his arm reach over her shoulder and take the pen. She was overcome with the knowledge of how close behind her he now stood. Was that fabric that brushed against the skin of her upper thigh?

“You made several mistakes here… and, here… and I really don’t think you actually understood this bit at all… just copied it out.”

As his arm moved here and there, dragging her attention, forcing her to move with him as he crossed out and corrected. Stacy felt all the churning energy within her swell. Conflicting urges raced through her veins. The need to turn round and yell at him: ‘You don’t give a damn about any of this! You didn’t keep me here to HELP me! You did it just to have a chance to be NEAR me! To use me play out a sick little fantasy in your mind... but probably never go through with it because you’re not just a pervert, but a coward!’ She wanted to scream all that in his face then rip her own clothes off, show him everything he was so bitter about her giving out only glimpses of. She wanted to do all that… but instead…

Instead she found a new game to play. The cunning young teen began to feign astounded interest in everything he showed her. Made cascading “mmmm’s”, “ah’s” and “ I see’s” at every slight change in her workings. Only, at the same time, she quite innocently curved her body back into his. Bumping against him… ever so slightly… but ever more regularly. Following the guidance of his directing arm, yet also backing up some more to see the bigger picture.

It wasn’t long before she felt the real bigger picture knocking against her back door either. The beanpole teacher suddenly found himself answering questions, giving examples and ever-more-thoroughly going through every aspect of the day’s lesson. Stacy could feel his anxious enthusiasm growing behind her as their hips seemed almost pinned in alignment. Yet there was a nervous croak to his voice. An great and obvious lump of doubt… He wasn’t actually sure she KNEW what was going on! The arrogant old git was actually so condescendingly full of himself that he thought SHE might actually be stupid and innocent enough to rub her ass against him till he was hard as a rock… and not realise she was doing it! He even put his hand on her hip at one point, surreptitiously pulling her back even further on to the tenting pyramid of his pants. She could almost judge the length and breadth of his tool, just by how heavily it weighed upon the crack of her behind. The inscrutable teen reclaimed the pen and bent over as far as she could, giving him a good long moment of appreciation as she wrote out a formula on the bottom of the board. Stacy had no idea why she was doing what she was doing. Giving this pathetic creep of a man far more than he’d even bargained for. Yet now she had started, she just couldn’t resist. Playing a role of complete obliviousness while she could actually feel the man who had made her life so difficult come closer and closer to creaming his pants over her… It just seemed so fitting. The most fucked up revenge she could possibly get. Blue balling him to within an inch of his life.

Once the formula was done she jumped up proudly, nearly catching his erection between her legs. But then she span round proudly. Thanked Mr Chambers for all his help, handed the pen back, and marched straight out of the classroom with her bag. There was no question of whether her punishment was over. No chance for him to give her permission. She skipped out of the school gates cheerfully, thinking of what miserable state that tool and his tool might be left in.