Skipping to the end of the week.

George and Abbey fucked several times the rest of that week, frequently talking about the possibilities that this situation provided for and Abbey confessed that the taboo nature of them being her students turned her on more.

The other days she tutored them, they were flirty but paid significant attention, and she enjoyed their personal and judicious attention. But Friday arrived quickly, and Abbey had prepared for the second test. She confessed to George the night before that she was tempted to make the test easy, and he had asked her if that would still be as rewarding. Abbey admitted that no, she wanted them to work for it and that if they did, she would be much more aroused.

The boys seemed confident and comfortable as they took the test that night, and Abbey called the class early and went out drinking with them again. This time they were more touchy, hands on her legs and shoulders. She instantly felt flushed and horny when she got home and jumped George.

The following morning George made her a coffee as she marked the exams. “Son of a bitch,” she said as he handed her a second coffee after about an hour of marking.

“What is it? Marks are bad?” he asked. She showed him the score sheet, and he said, “This is great. What’s that, an eighteen-point average increase?”

Abbey raised an eyebrow at him, “19.8, and do you know what that likely means?”

George frowned, “That they are learning?” he asked.

She shook her head, “They threw the first test,” she said.

George laughed, “Are you saying you got played and now are going to have to wear a revealing outfit for them to ogle you?”

“It’s not funny,” Abbey said, “they cheated.”

George smiled, “You don’t know that. They could have been studying at home, hoping to see your sexy body.”

She raised her eyebrows again, “You are only saying that because you want them to fuck me.”

George nodded, “Shit yeah, I do. I want to hear about you being a slut for your students. I also got you something. You finish marking, and I will be back in a second.”

As Abbey finished marking the last couple of tests, which were better than the others, George returned with a box.

“Looks like they are just over 20 points up on their last test,” she said, “and there are some stupid answers in these tests. They threw the first and are trying to maximise the number of incentives.”

George smiled broadly, “At least they are smart,” he said, “so we should finalise those extra incentives, but first, maybe you should send them a pic of what’s in this box.”

Abbey turned to look at the box. It was a large pink box with a ribbon on it. Slowly she took it from George and opened it. “Really?” she asked. Inside the box was a jacket. The jacket had no buttons above the waist of the coat. “This would hardly cover anything,” she said.

George smiled, “I know, so, at 20 points, you are supposed to wear something revealing. I think this would be nice.”

Abbey shook her head and pulled the jacket from the box. It would go about halfway down her thighs and appeared made of a vinyl fabric in hot red. “This is vinyl. It will be incredibly hot.”

“I know,” George replied.

“No, I mean it will be boiling to wear. I will sweat like hell,” she protested.

“I know, you will just have to unbutton it a little,” George grinned.

If you want to support me and see me write more, please visit http://patreon.com/Dearborne_Erotic_Literature