Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

The normal teenage angst. Sarah complained like her friends, but for the most part she did well in school and liked most of her teachers.

In particular, she liked Mr. Sheahan, her algebra teacher. Tall, lean, dark hair, neatly trimmed short beard, and being only in his late twenties made him one of the youngest teachers at the school as well as the best looking. He had only been teaching at the school for a couple of years and quickly became a favorite among all the students, especially the giris. Many hours had been spent discussing what he must be like out of his clothes and what his prowess might be in bed. Sarah in particular had speculated at length about what his cock might look like to her friend Jenny via long text strings back and forth. In bed at night, imagining him down between her legs licking her pussy while she masturbated always led to her quietly panting under the sheets with her pussy buzzing from a strong climax.

Algebra being her third class of the day, started like most with Mr. Sheahan working through a few new concepts on the board explaining the latest topic of study. Sarah tried to pay attention, but her mind kept wandering. She pictured his arms around her and his mouth sucking on her nipples, making her pussy wet with anticipation for him to lay her down, spread her legs and slide his cock slowly into her waiting pussy. She snapped herself out her fantasy suddenly conscious of the moisture between her legs and nervously crossed then looking around to make sure nobody noticed.

She loved to fantasize, but she found reality rarely lived up to her imagination. She wasn't a prude or hung up about sex. Generally, she found that if you wanted to be popular, you had to put out to some degree. She just never found actual sex to be that much fun. The boys she had been with had been inexperienced, too rough for her taste, and they came too quickly.

She found giving a hand job to be the easiest way to satisfy a boy, She had always been quick to take her top off with boyfriends, given that her tits were always center to their attention. That made her seem easy and willing and she did love to have boys play with her tits and suck on her nipples. Then a quick hand job and everyone could walk away happy.

She had given head or had intercourse on a few occasions as well. But she made the boys work really hard for that. She required courtship and dates out and some level of commitment for her to go that far. But even when she did, she found sex to be a short, mostly unsatisfying, experience. She had only cum twice from a bay fucking her. And while she felt confident she gave good head

since they came quickly, she didn't care for the taste and usually spit or let them cum on their stomachs. In general, she felt like she had a normal healthy sex life for a teenager, but just didn't find sex to be as important as most of her friends made it out to be.

Out of her haze, she jumped back to focusing on the lesson. She always sat in the front row so that Mr. Sheahan could get a good look at her. She just loved to tease. When he would turn back toward the class while explaining the equations on the board, she sat up straight and pulled her shoulders back to make her tits stick out. Or she would slowly suck on her pen while twirling her hair. She knew her flirtation had the desired effect and Mr. Sheahan's eyes lingered over her, sometimes fumbling the next sentence.

He even blushed on those occasions he would finally draw his eyes up from her chest and see her looking directly at him, knowing he had been caught. This slow cat and mouse game had been going on all semester. Today, she became determined to take it a little further.

The normal format of the class consisted of Mr. Sheahan introducing a new concept during the first half of the class and then putting up some sample problems for the students to work through during the second half, allowing them to ask questions if they were having trouble. The problems today were simple, so she swiftly worked through the first couple. With everyone else's head down scribbling on their paper and Mr. Sheahan looking down at his lesson plan, she crossed her arms over her chest pretending to struggle with how to approach it. Secretly however, she pinched and twisted her nipples to make sure they were good and hard, poking through her shirt and then grabbed her paper and walked up to Mr. Sheahan's desk.

"Problems, Sarah?" he asked looking up from his lesson plan.

Sarah bent forward over the front of his desk and dropped her paper down in front of him. Leaning on her elbow as she bent forward, she responded "I just don't get number 3. What are we supposed to do here?" She knew perfectly well that he had an unobstructed view down her V-neck shirt. Her thin lace bra provided little support to her tits as her nipples, now fully erect, pushed out like oversized raisins. Even the outline of her areola could be seen through the thin material. Despite his clear efforts to focus on her face as she stared at him waiting for direction on the math problem, his eyes were magnetically drawn to her cleavage. He stammered and shifted in his chair while he reluctantly pulled his eyes back up to meet hers and tried to come

up with the right words to say.