Riding Mr. Parker

Steve Parker had been teaching school for 7 years. His job teaching English as James Polk High school was not too bad, it paid enough for his lifestyle, the benefits were good, and he was looking forward to an early retirement at age 52. At 29 years old the fact that the best part of his life was thinking about retirement in 23 more years never seemed to strike him as odd. Steve was six feet tall, dark haired handsome and in good shape. Some of the young male teachers had problems with girl’s getting crushes on them, but not Steve, something about him just exuded boring and not dangerous. He was 29 going on 59 and the girls could tell. Steve’s life was predictable, stable and dull as hell.

He had been married for 5 years to his college sweetheart. His wife Lisa was a nurse and she worked the swing shift at the hospital from 3 to 11 at night. They did not see each other too much during the week as Steve had to be at work at 7:00 and was home by 5:00. Again this was alright with Steve as it left him plenty of time to read and work on a novel that he was probably never going to send to a publisher. Sex was OK as far as Steve was concerned, maybe once or twice a month Lisa would be in the mood. Steve wanted sex more often but he was not one to rock the boat. He just beat off to internet porn when Lisa was at work and that seemed to take care of things. All in all he was satisfied with his life and where he was at.

For the most part Steve did not have trouble with his students. He was moderately well liked, or at least tolerated by the students in the class. He graded people fairly based upon their work and effort and not whether he liked them, or they were part of some clique or another in the school. There were always students doing well and students doing poorly, he tried to help both groups to the best of his abilities. One of his students in particular had been performing badly and he was meeting with her after school to try and get to the bottom of her problem.

The girl’s name was Rebecca Marsh, everyone called her Becca. Rebecca Marsh was an 18 year old beauty with long dark hair, a figure that would put any woman to shame. She was wearing a v-neck cut tight shirt that showed more cleavage than the school dress code allowed, and a pair of jeans that showed off her tight ass to perfection. Steve had never had a problem with the sexual side of high school girls and had never even been tempted to stray with one of his students. His brain noted that Rebecca was pretty and sexy, at least that was the way he tried to think.

As he started talking with her he was blunt and to the point, “Rebecca I will come right to the point you are failing my class and you cannot graduate if you do not pass my class. I do not see any evidence that you are even trying to pass the class. You have barely turned in half of the required work, and what you do turn in looks like you wrote it in the five minutes before class starts.

“Mr. Parker you know you’re supposed to call me Becca, everyone does,” was all that Rebecca said back to him.

“Well Rebecca was the name your mother gave you and I think it is good enough for me to use as well. You didn’t answer my question.”

“Well here’s the deal Mr. Parker. I am fucking bored with school. I’ve had it with all of the high school bullshit and I am ready to be out of here. Your class bores me to . I am never going to need any of this shit so why should I pay any attention at all.” She stood up and leaned forward over his desk showing even more of her cleavage. His eyes could not help but be drawn to her breasts. Rebecca was not slow to notice.

“So Mr. Parker what if I just find your class you know, pointless. What could we do about that?” She reached up and hooked the edge of the tight t-shirt and shifted it just a little bit causing her stiff pink nipple to pop out. Steve could feel his cock swelling in his slacks as he looked at the sexy girl’s erect nipple.