Tuesday class with Miss Hewitt

“Page 265,” Miss Hewitt said at the front of the class while writing on the whiteboard with her red whiteboard marker.

The class flicked through their textbooks as she continued to write up certain questions she wanted answered. Sitting up the back, Mark found himself unable to focus. He slowly flicked through the pages, using one arm to keep his head from laying on the desk in front of him.

“Okay, who can explain the three biggest reasons for migration to the United States,” Miss Hewitt said in front of the white board turning around. Mark stared at the cleavage she was showing in a tight white blouse.

Nobody answered, many others like Mark struggling to keep any interest in the work that was being put upon them.

“Come on, this is very easy stuff people, Don’t make me start calling you guys out,” she stand, standing with her hands on hips. The strict hottie was standing her ground, waiting for a response.

The sound of crickets once more had her sighing, “Alright then, Daniel, can you please answer this. What are the three biggest reasons for migration to the U.S.” Daniel looked a little shocked to see him get called out. He sat there with a blank face, mouth open, no idea what the answer to this was. Just like Mark, he had his eyes on thing and that was her bulging large breasts.

“Daniel... Earth to Daniel,” she said, noticing his lack of response.

He began to stutter, not able to put together any words other than uhhh’s and umm’s. Sitting next to him, Mark whispered over to him, “Jobs, Educa...”

“Mark. I asked Daniel the question, not you. You had your chance to answer it in the first place,” she told him sternly, interrupting his whispering.

“I was just helping...”

“Mark. I won’t ask you again.”

“But that’s not fair, What the hell is the point of the classroom if you can’t help others out,” he snapped back at her, feeling a little frustrated with the strictness she was showing.

Miss Hewitt just shook her head, “We can discuss that after class tonight in detention.” She turned straight away to Bryce after saying that, knowing he would speak up himself to try and save him again, “and no Mr.Walker, no football exceptions tonight.”

Bryce turned back to Mark to give him an apologetic shrug. Mark on the other hand, didn’t really know what he had done wrong. It was hardly worth the detention, all he did was speak back to her.

But with Miss Hewitt, it was one and done, no second chances. He remained quiet for the rest of class and on his way out, he was told to stay behind.

“I’ll catch up with you later man,” Daniel said, as he exited the room last, leaving Mark alone with Miss Hewitt. In his deepest fantasies, Mark pictured this being the start of a porn scene, the hot busty teacher seducing the young college boy. If only...

“Unfortunately I’ve just remembered that I have a meeting tonight,” she told him while sitting at her desk.

Mark noticed how easy it was to stare down her low cut top from his position, “Oh so no detention then?”

“No. I didn’t say that,” she said, looking back up at him, “We will just find another time.”

Miss Hewitt flipped through her diary, looking to see what she had on this week, “Here. Wednesday Night, 7:30PM. You can meet me at my office.”

Mark felt extremely frustrated hearing that, Wednesday nights had been known for happy hour at the campus bar. This time, he didn’t bother to argue with her as arguing clearly did not get him anywhere.

So he accepted his fate. Missing one happy hour wouldn’t kill him.