Surprisingly, quite alright

"Alright, no homework as it's your first week, but get your timetables sorted because it's coming soon!" Logan called out, fighting to be heard before the shrill bell and the inevitably undertone of excitement students had when being released from school.

Logan stretched when everyone had left the room.

"So, how was the first day Mr. Jackson?" Ryleigh asked sauntering over to Logan. Logan's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to to athletic sway of her hips.

"Honestly, not as bad as I thought... I was a hell lot worse in high school." Logan breathed as Ryleigh took a seat on his table, right in front of him. She languidly placed her hands behind her, stretching her back, causing her perky breasts to flex against her cotton shirt.

"Really? I can't imagine you as anything but this dork you are now." Ryleigh giggled, looking down on Logan. Logan opened his mouth in mock surprise.

"Oh! I'm offended. I'll have you know I did many bad things in high school!" Logan cried out, clutching his heart playfully. Ryleigh threw her head back and tittered.

"Like what? Come to class five minutes late?" She asked, smiling lightly.

"Like get into threesomes with opposing cheerleaders!" Logan shot back, keen to dispel this false perception. Ryleigh's eyebrows shot up at the sudden escalation.

"Threesomes, huh?" She asked, her eyebrow raised playfully. Logan nodded earnestly. Ryleigh smirked, clearly disbelieving as she got up and off the table.

"Of course you did. Anyways, I ought to go now- see you tomorrow, Mr. Jackson!" She called out before sauntering out the room. Logan sank back into his chair, his heart racing. Shit! Why was he acting like this? He had a wife, for Christ's sakes.

Logan packedup, before exiting his room.

"Logan!" A familiar voice called out. Logan whirled back around to see the biology teacher who'd greeted him earlier in the day- DeBuchy?

"Ah, Ms. DeBuchy?" Logan answered, gulping as the volutuous woman strode towards him, a warm smile on her face. He tried to keep staring at her eyes, instead of the mesmerizing bounces her boobs made every time she walked.

"Please, Marisol is fine. How was your first day?" She asked pleasantly, placing a small hand on his forearm. Logan squirmed uncomfortably at the touch, but she didn't seem to take the hint.

"Not bad at all. Seems like a good crop of kids." He said. Marisol smiled, nodding her head eagerly.

"So who've you got in your classes? I pride in knowing many of my students- I'd love to sit down with you and tell you who to... watch out for!" She whispered, standing on her tip-toes to breathe into Logan's ear. Her hot breath sent shivers down Logan's spine and he got an intimate whiff of her flowery perfume.

"Err... I'd love that, but maybe tomorrow? I've got basketball practice now!" He answered, walking off. He saw a flash of dissapointment- and frustration?- zip across Marisol's face before she banished it with another cheerful smile.

"Oh, sure! Have fun!" She called out as Logan began walking away. Jesus, what was going on?