The next morning I woke up slightly hungover from all the drinking I do to get through the badly written papers. I groaned at the clock that read 6:47 am.

“Shit.” I cursed.

I had a class that started at 7:20 am.

I got up and threw on a stupid skirt, it’s my favorite out of all the stupid skirts I own for this job. This is because it’s the shortest one. It comes just above my knees. Slightly out of dress code but like I care. I pulled my hair up into a bun not even bothering to brush it, and then grabbed another one of those plain button-ups. Then I slipped into my heels and ran out the door before running back to get my keys and the graded papers.

I walked into the class at 7:25 am.

“Sorry, sorry. Bad traffic.” I gave an excuse to the students.

They giggled.

“What?”

“Um... Ms. A. you didn’t button up your shirt.” One of the nerds said.

“Huh!” I looked down and sure enough, everyone could see my thin lacy bra.

They all laughed.

“Let’s keep this between us okay.” I grumbled and walked to my desk buttoning up my shirt in the process.

“Alright, I’m gonna have you guys watch a video over the passage you read yesterday. It goes into detail on what everything means and the symbolism, so pay close attention. This will be on the test.” I set up the projector before hitting the lights.

While they were distracted I took an aspirin for my hangover and got to work on finishing grading the papers.

The rest of the day was a bore, except for lunch which I spent with E.J. we made out and he bought me food. He really got me worked up, that jack ass.

Finally, the last class had rolled around and the last paper. It was Maddison’s. The paper was supposed to be about why authors use symbolism instead of just saying it outright. They needed to do research and talk about figurative language and how it works. That is not what Maddison did.

Her paper talked about how she loved symbolism because it could be talking about sex without explicitly talking about sex. She proceeded to list examples and each one got me even more riled up. She then talked about how exciting it made her talk about sex and read about sex in public without anyone really knowing what you were referring to. By the end of her paper, I was a horny mess.

I gave it a big fat F. That was not what I was looking for, though it was a fun read, and a lot better written than some of her classmates. I glanced over to her and she was staring at me. I wonder if she knows I just read her lust filled paper?

That’s when I saw it, she wasn’t wearing pants today, she was wearing a very short skirt, with a belt on. Giving her that cliché schoolgirl look. From my desk, I could see her legs spread wide open, and up her skirt. She was still wearing the pink lacy thong from yesterday. I forced myself to look back at her eyes, she was giving me a wicked grin and spread her legs even more.

The classroom was dark and everyone was either staring at the movie being played or their phones. Everyone except Maddison. She was staring at me. What is her deal? Why can’t she just behave like the other students? Why does she keep picking on me?

Maybe she thinks I’m a threat or something. Maybe because she thinks I’m too pretty to be a teacher. Or that I am singling her out or something. Am I being too hard on her? Maybe because I see myself in her, I see her potential. If she would just try. Her looks can only get her so far.

Shit, I am starting to sound like my mother. Maybe I am being too hard on her.

I quickly changed her grade to an A. Sure it wasn’t what I wanted in the paper, but she did get the point better than anyone else. She understood what I was getting at, in her own twisted Maddison way, but as long as she got it that’s all that counts right?

I glanced back over to her… her hand was snaked between her legs. I watched her push her thong aside and play with her little love button which was wet and swollen. I felt my own little love button swell at the sight of it. I swallowed loudly and looked at her, she was biting her lip and squirming in pleasure.

I could see her clean shaven snatch in all its glory. Maddison Johnson was masturbating right in front of me! What the fuck!? I may be a laid-back teacher but I’m not that laid-back. What is this girl doing!?

She watched me watch her. She was enjoying it. I rubbed my legs together in frustration. How come she can get off but I can’t? That’s not fair. Wait what the hell am I saying!? She’s a girl, one of my students at that. And watching her is turning me so fucking on right now. I’ve only ever been turned on by a girl once before, and that was years ago. This is weird. Maybe it’s just because I am aroused in general, not because she’s a girl.

There was a moment of silence as the video segways into the next segment, at that moment I could hear the fingers rubbing her wet lips. Making soft squishy wet sounds. She was really going at it now.

The bell rang and she froze.

Students quickly filed out, not even noticing my predicament. Soon it was just me and Maddison. She watched me as I got up and turned on the lights.

The worst part is E.J wasn’t coming today, he got held up due to a hazard issue in his class and asked for a rain check an hour ago. I was stuck.

Maddison and I eyed each other. Then she slowly got up. I thought she was going to leave, instead, she sat on top of her desk and spread her legs even wider. I swallowed loudly as she started again, moving faster, trying to finish herself off.

“Maddison,” I called to get her to stop.

She moaned and then slipped two fingers into herself. The wet sounds filled the air.

“Maddison.” I tried again.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned.

I had to squeeze my thighs together to keep myself in check.

I walked over to her and tried to yank her hand out of there. She moaned again and did yank it out, only to force mine there in its place. My heart skipped a beat. I was touching Maddison Johnson’s pussy.

She held my hand there and rubbed herself against it. I looked around and made sure no one was spying on us. The door was closed and there was a paper on the tiny window slit that blocked any onlookers. I pressed my hand harder into her snatch. She moaned and rubbed harder.

Then I stuck two fingers into her. The act was so alluring, I found myself moaning as her walls clenched down on me.

“Fuck... Ms. A.” she moaned.

“Shh,” I said pushing my fingers in and out faster.

“I’m gonna cum.” She whimpered.

I grabbed her lips in my own and she spasmed on my hand.

Then the bell rung snapping me out of my daze. I was still sitting in my desk, Maddison’s paper was in front of me. She sat at her desk staring at me. her legs were closed, and she looked like she had been sitting that way the whole time.

My face went red.

Kids filed out quickly, ready to be over with the day. What the hell just happened!? Did I seriously just fantasize about one of my students? While in the middle of a class! What the fuck?

Maddison like always took her time getting her things, then just like yesterday she purposely fumbled and once again dropped her books. I got up to help her, I wanted her out of there as fast as possible. Our hands brushed together as she reached for the same book I did. An electric charge shuddered through me. When I looked at her, she was looking down my shirt, her eyes taking in my cleavage.

I cleared my throat and handed her the books. We both stood at the same time.

“See you in class tomorrow,” I said.

“Sure thing Ms. A.” she smiled.

As she was walking out her hand rubbed my butt “accidentally”.

What the hell is happening? Why is this girl getting me so worked up? Whatever this is it needs to stop, Maddison Johnson is my student, and underage. I can’t keep encouraging her lewd acts. I once again marched over to my desk and crossed out the grade for a second time, changing the A. To a D.