Sure, I get an A and it's just 30 seconds...

Titillation and curiosity win out.

I stand up and walk over to his desk. I can hear his excitement as his breathing changes. He says , “If it helps, I’ll even wear latex gloves so you aren’t feeling my skin.”

I reply, “No gloves, that’s just weird.”

I set the timer on my phone for 30 seconds. I turn so my back is to the door. I pull my shirt up to expose my bra, unclasp it and start the timer. I say “Thirty seconds. Go.”

He stands up and I pull my bra cups back. The classrooms are always too cold, but my nipples turn into pebbles with the direct exposure to the chill air.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when he touched me. The man has hands like any other male. Nathan had hands and he spent a lot of time with his hands on them after prom.

His skin is warm and surprisingly soft. I close my eyes so I don’t have to look at him or the growing bulge in his pants. Thirty seconds sure feels like a long time.

I wince when he decides to start kneading and squeezing my nipples and open my eyes. The timer goes off. He immediately retracts his hands, as promised. I get things back in order and watch him enter the A for my test grade into the computer and submit it into the system.

He says, “Miss Gailliard, thank you and enjoy the rest of your day.” He turns back to grading papers.

Enjoy the rest of my day? I just got groped by a teacher. Technically I could turn him in for that, but I’ve got my A. I can stick it to the adults who live in my house and pretend to parent me. I have summer to look forward to. So why mess with it?

I walk down the hall to the front of the school and turn the corner. The hallway is empty except for Horace who apparently is afraid to wait outside for his ride. I have never heard him speak, so hearing his voice for the first time is a shock.

“Hi Riley, how did you do?”

I figure I can shock him too. I tell him my grade. Then I ask him if he wants to touch a girl’s boobs. He looks at me wide-eyed. I look down and can tell that just suggesting that was enough to start an erection.

I am a horrible person. I pull my shirt up enough to expose my bra. I unhook the front clasp. I grab his right wrist with my right hand, pull the left cup of my bra back with my left hand and plant his right hand firmly on my naked breast. His eyes get wider (how is that possible?), he mumbles something about needing to go. He pulls free from my grip and turns, heading for the boys restroom. As I am getting my wardrobe back in order I hear his voice in the men’s room, “Aww, man!”

I can only assume I helped him relieve some built up pressure.

I head out the front door. My work here is done.