Summer School

Taylor High School sat empty and dark, its rooms barren for the night. Even the janitorial staff was gone, leaving the lone security guard to watch the monitors as the glaring red eyes of the security cameras prowled the halls. The overweight rent-a-cop lay snoozing at his desk, his feet propped up and crossed, his body slouched down and his cap pulled over his eyes. It was something he did every night, though no one really cared if he did or not. The state required someone be on duty for a public building like this, but Millwood was a peaceful town and the police rarely were needed for anything besides a traffic ticket.

Because the guard was sleeping, he did not notice the camera in the computer lab go out. It would be chalked up to a malfunction in the morning, especially since nothing seemed to have been done in the room when daylight broke. In the dark computer room, however, one computer sprang to life. No one was around to see it turn on as code began to be typed in without anyone touching the keyboard. The computer seemed to have a mind of its own as it pulled up the school system and dug into the student’s files.

It sorted through the files until it pulled up the juniors at the school and began shuffling through screens of names like a slot machine gone berserk. One by one, names and photos were pulled, many being discarded as soon as they were brought up. Occasionally one would stop and more info would be pulled up. Little things were touched on, but it happened so fast no one could tell what had happened. After ten minutes, one last file pulled up. This one was not of a student, but of a young teacher at the school. Again, it shuffled between screens, making some changes. Then the computer powered down and the camera came back on.

Another camera in Mrs. Genia’s Health class went down and this time a shadowy female figure came into the room, moving over to the teacher’s desk. A folder was pulled out and shuffled through, certain papers being pulled out and then put back. The figure then sat at the computer. She turned it on, but the glow of the screen did not illuminate her at all as she began to type, fast and furious, working through page after page of the teacher’s records before shutting down the computer. The figure faded into the night and the camera turned back on. The school was still again, as if nothing had truly happened.


* * * * * *


“This is intolerable, Mrs. Genia!” the principal roared, slamming down a paper in front of the aged teacher. The old woman wasn’t the only one to flinch. Many of the teachers in the room were shocked at the outburst, none more than Mary McCarty. Normally the last few meetings of the year did not have much said. It was usually a time to calm down from the year’s hectic ness.

Apparently Principal Vargas did not agree this time. The middle-aged woman’s blue eyes were flaring as she pointed out circled items on the paper. “I have never, NEVER, seen grades this low in my time here! And some of these are 4.0 students! How do you explain this?”

Mrs. Genia peered down at the grades, then shook her head. “I grade based on the work, Regina . Even these A students must pass by their own merit.” Mary thought the old woman was making excuses. She had been getting forgetful at times. Her age had been showing the past few years, but never to this degree. She was still considered to be one of the best Health teachers out there, but these lousy grades might be an indication she was slipping. Mary felt sorry for the old woman. She really liked her.

Principal Vargas sighed, looking down at the old woman. “I’m sorry, Agnes. I shouldn’t have blown up and I apologize.” Perhaps she realized that the teacher’s meeting was not the best place to have this conversation, but the damage had already been done. Most of the women in the room were exchanging knowing looks, and the few male teachers were trying their best not to look anywhere but their laps. “The meeting is adjourned, people. Agnes, can we talk in my office?”

The old woman looked at Regina in despair, but nodded as the other teachers began filing out. Mary couldn’t really blame her. Teaching was her life and, with several influential children’s grades being harmed by this, it was unlikely that she would be teaching any more. Mary could only give her a comforting smile, but as she neared the door, Regina called out to her. “Mary, can you wait in the teacher’s lounge? I need to talk with you as well.” Mary paled. What had she done? She could only nod as Regina Vargas led Agnes into her office, the door shutting like a coffin's lid.

Mary paced the teacher’s lounge aimlessly, fretting as she wandered. Regina was in a horrid mood and the young teacher wondered if her own job was on the line. She caught sight of her reflection in a small mirror above the counter and tucked a strand of her light green hair that had fallen out of her bun behind her head. Deep, dark purple eyes looked out through her glasses. The mousy looking woman pursed her thin lips together in fear and then began pacing. She could not hide the fear she felt as she waited. She straightened her dress amiably, needing something to do with her hands.

*Is it because I’m not as hard on mistakes in my class?* She knew she had problems with some of the students who were struggling, mainly because she believed that she could help every student achieve that wanted to. She had spent many a long day after classes trying to help the students understand what she was teaching them, using any method she thought might help.

It was several minutes before Regina came for her, the redhead looking much the worse for wear. “My office,” she said dully and Mary followed, not knowing what was coming. Mary walked in, seeing the small affections around the room, including a picture of her oldest son, who was attending school here as a junior. Mary was shocked to see another young woman sitting in a seat already. “Mary McCarty, Leann Taylor.”

The woman stood up, and if there had ever been a more striking contrast to herself, Mary had never known one. The woman was taller than Mary by at least a head and a half and had long wavy blonde hair that came to a point just above her butt. Her eyes were a brilliant orange that glittered with intelligence. Full, luscious lips were adorned with bright red lipstick and she ran her lips together as if reapplying it. She was wearing a black silk shirt that accentuated her generous cleavage, as well as a black miniskirt that was just barely appropriate while showing a generous amount of her long, slender legs. She was striking enough that even Mary, who was as straight as they came, felt intoxicated around her. “Charmed, I’m sure. It’ll be so nice to work with you.”

“Work with me?” She looked over at Regina.

“I had to let Agnes go. I know Robbie didn’t miss those answers. I helped him study myself. Most of his homework I helped him go over. For him to fail would have required him not to do his tests at all.” She held her head in her hands, shaking it back and forth. “I hated to do it, but I called in for help from District and they sent us Mrs. Taylor. She asked for your help.”

“So I’m going to help teach health next year?” Mary asked, looking puzzled.

"No, you’re going to help me with summer school," Leann said as she sat back down.

“Summer school? But surely…”

"We can’t overturn their grades without proof, so we must have them take the class over. I personally volunteered to make this as easy as possible within state regulations." Leann smiled, almost looking predatory.

“But why me? I don’t…I mean, I’m not prepared to teach something like that…”

“You don’t need to be, yet. I want you there for the first class, so they know who you are, then I won’t need you for a few weeks. It will give you time to prepare for the class. By the time you come in, the class will be well in hand.”

Mary was confused. That was definitely not standard procedure. “Are you sure you’ll need me at all?”

“Of course, my dear. It’s very important I have you for this. I wouldn’t have asked for you otherwise.”

Mary nodded. “If you think that’s best, Mrs. Taylor.”

“Call me Leann, please. We are going to be working together,” Leann said as her eyes met Mary’s. There was something almost hypnotic in Leann’s eyes and Mary had to force herself to look away from her. Leann simply looked at Regina, who nodded.

“What…what day will we meet?”

“We’re going to meet Tuesdays and Thursdays from June to July, possibly into August if necessary.”

“The kids won’t like that,” Regina said with a snort.
“They will if they want to graduate,” Leann said darkly and Mary felt a chill go through her. Leann turned, swaying as she walked to the door. “Classes will start at 7 p.m. on June 10th. See you there Mary.” She left the door open as she departed.

Mary nodded, watching the woman leave, her eyes glued to her until she turned the corner. *What is wrong with me?* Mary had to mentally smack herself as she turned back to Regina . “Are you sure I’m right for this?”

“You better be if District wants you,” she said, sighing. “I know it’s not fair to you, since you might have had plans…”

Mary shook her head. “I had no plans. Just another lonely summer going to clubs and stuff.”

Regina gave her a rueful smile. “Still looking for Mr. Right, huh?”

Mary blushed. “I’ll find him some day.”

Regina gave her a dismissive wave. “There are no perfect guys out there, Mary. I know you’re still young, but don’t limit yourself with perfection.” She sighed. “Anyway, I’ll make sure Leann has the paperwork you’ll need to help out in class.”

Mary nodded. “May I go?” Regina nodded and Mary hurried out into the hall. Classes with Laura would start three days after the end of the school year. She didn’t have much time to go over everything she’d need to learn for the class. All she knew was that she wanted to make this as easy as possible on the students.

* * * * * *


Michael sat in the back of the classroom, as was his pattern, balancing a pencil on his fingernail. His dark brown eyes were focused on that task and that alone, as he ignored the people around him. He held it for a few minutes, then threw it into the air and caught it. He sighed. He did not want to be here. He had no idea why his parents had been so insistent he attend that they had personally seen him to the classroom. His parents had never paid much attention to what he was doing in school before.

Michael looked the part of someone who didn’t give a crap about anything. If he hadn’t recently shaved his head, his black hair would have matched his dark skin. He was not as large as some guys, but he was much stronger than he appeared, his muscled limbs hidden behind long sleeve shirts and black jeans. His nose stuck out, a finger jabbing at those he looked at and he was missing the lower part of his earlobe where a dog had bit him when he was seven.

It wasn’t that Michael was not intelligent. He just didn’t like being in the classroom or doing the homework. Busy work, he called it, and he flat out refused to stay there. Everything he learned he learned because it was something he wanted to know.

He sighed, staring back at the ceiling. About the only good thing about the class was that there were more bitches than guys. There was even a cute blonde number that was just to his left who had a nice rack and didn’t realize her skirt was riding up enough for him to see the dip of her panties. He’d have to try and get her number tonight. He didn’t plan on staying past today.

He nearly changed his mind when he saw the two teachers walk in together. One was that meek mousy little slip of a woman and the other, though he’d never seen her before, was incredibly sexy. Her large breasts threatened to spill over the edge of her top and she had curves in all the right places. His eyes traveled up her legs to her sexy ass as she began writing her name on the board. *Ms Taylor, huh? A single sexy chick like her would be a great lay for me.*

When she addressed the class, several complaints were brought up, many believing they should not be here. There was one stuck up bitch who was rudely arguing up at the front with the teacher, but Ms. Taylor kept herself calm in the face of the barrage and answered each of the girl’s questions directly, treating her like an adult instead of the child she was acting. It made Michael laugh. What the girl truly needed was to be shown her place.

“I will not keep you for too long today, class. I just want you to sign the role and we’ll be on our way.” She smiled and handed it to the first person, the stuck up bitch she’d been arguing with.

The black-haired girl took one look at the paper and then back at the teacher. “Sexual Education? This is a health class.”

“I prefer not to be politically correct, Ms Lymon.” Ms. Taylor said as she looked down at the girl. “People work much better when things are not sugar-coated. Don’t you agree?”

The girl held the paper for a moment, then sighed and signed her name to the role. *What a prude,* he thought, looking her up and down, *Nice body though. What she needs is a good fucking. I wouldn’t mind doing it either.* He looked up in time to see the teacher staring at him. It was so intense that he thought he had said that aloud. No one else was staring in shock though, just vaguely chatting amongst each other. After a moment, she stopped staring at him and he relaxed a little, though he was now thoroughly unnerved.

She said very little as the role went around, though she watched each student intently. *She’s just trying to screw with our heads. Stupid bitch doesn’t know who she’s fucking with.* He intended to just pass on the role, but when it got to him, he found he could not. So he simply signed it “Panther”, his street name, and passed it on. He did notice with some amusement that she’d signed her own name and made the other teacher sign it as well.

He played with his pen some more, waiting for everyone to finish, since she was not dismissing anyone in the class until it finished. It was odd, but Michael knew each teacher had their quirks. She took the sheet quickly from the last student, as if afraid it would be destroyed if she didn’t take it then. Michael shook his head. She was a strange one, that was for sure.

She scanned the list, then smiled. “Alright everyone. Thank you for coming tonight. Classes will begin next Monday at 4 p.m.” A groan ran through the classroom, but Ms. Taylor shook her finger. “Classes will be Mondays and Thursdays so that we don’t steal your weekends. And I am only required to do two days.” She left it hanging out, like a threat. “Think on it, class.”

Michael nearly laughed at the murmuring. Such little sheep, following teacher’s orders. He got up as the other members did, picking up his bag. *Fuck this little hellhole. My parents can take a flying fuck. I’m outta here.*

As he neared the door though, he felt a delicate but strong hand on his shoulder. He tried to shrug out of the grasp, but Ms. Taylor held him in a firm grip. “Mr. Samuels, my office if you’d please.” She ignored his sarcastic remark and literally dragged him down the hall as the other students snickered. Michael seethed. He was going to have to teach this bitch a lesson. No one humiliated him and got away with it.

She kept herself stiff as she walked into the office, shoving him in like he was some weakling. He was shocked at her strength and he took a seat without even thinking about it. He looked at her, opening his mouth to give her a piece of his mind but, as soon as he caught her eyes, his argument died on his lips. She had gone from prim to almost seductive as she walked over, looking deep into his eyes. “Just what are you doing, Mr. Samuels? Are you trying to show what a big strong rebel you are by acting the tough guy?” She ran a finger up his arm, smiling. She showed the mark on the list. “I know you did this, but you really have nothing to worry about with my class. After all, I want the others there, but I need you.” She turned and sauntered away, her ass shaking a little.

He couldn’t turn away from it for a minute, then wiped the drool off his chin. She wasn’t making any sense and yet, there was something in the way she said need that made his cock spring to attention. “Wh...ahem. What do you mean?”

She turned around, sitting on her desk and he thought he could see her pussy up that short dress. “Well, Mr. Samuels, you are the only one in that room that truly failed the class the first time.” She grinned, a disturbing grin that plotted as it rose along her cheeks. “I need you, because I know what lurks in that mind of yours. I know what you wanted to do to that dark-haired girl in the front row...and to me.” She came back to him, leaning down as she neared. Her breasts hung tantalizingly before him. “Would you like to touch them?”

Michael was shocked out of the trance as she said that. “Are you serious?”

“I could let you...if you’d just sign the roll correctly like every other student.” She ran her hand along the inside of his thigh. “It’s very important that you do...”

Michael sucked in a breath he was unaware he’d been holding and once again was caught up in her orange eyes. All he wanted to do was please her, and though it went against his nature, he was accepting of that. He brought his hand out dumbly and she placed a pen into it, the touch sending a thrill through him. He signed the paper quickly and she smiled, rolling it up and sticking it into a canister before locking it in the filing cabinet. “Now that we’ve taken care of that...” She turned and began pulling on her dress, her breasts spilling out in front of Michael. They bounced slightly, but though they were larger than most, there was very little sag to them, almost as if they defied physics.

Michael took the mammaries in his hands, kneading them and Ms. Taylor responded favorably. He took a nipple between his fingers and squashed them cruelly. “You like that, don’t you teach?”

“Call me Leann,” she said as she nodded. He gripped her dress and tore it off her. He bush was neatly trimmed, and showed her to be a natural blonde. He wanted to get at the prize as soon as possible, but Leann stopped him. “All in good time, my boy.” She came down between his legs, unzipping his jeans and reaching in, pulling out his cock. It was quite large, but she took the black monster in her mouth, licking it hungrily.

*Oh man!* Michael thought as he groaned. *What a great cocksucker!*

Leann took it deep within her mouth, and Michael was amazed she didn’t gag. He hadn’t met a bitch yet who had been able to take it cleanly. She worked him from tip to balls, making him cum very quickly. She swallowed some of the cum, though she let some splash on her face, just how Michael liked it. She began working his cock again, trying to get it hard. “Would you like to do this to all those girls in the class?”

“Oh yeah...” he said, moaning as she worked. She was damn good.

“You’ll get your chance,” she said as she mounted him. She speared herself on his cock. “Every girl in that class.”

She began to bounce, but Michael stopped her after a moment. “No wench is on top with me.” He turned her around and pushed her over her desk, fucking her from behind.

“Yes!” she cried, working on him. “Fuck me good and proper, Michael!”

Michael did just that, his monster cock forcing its way into her pussy as he rammed it back and forth, pressing her down into the desk. The teacher was a great fuck. He felt her pussy gripping his dick with each thrust. She was working him just as well with her lower lips as her upper ones.

Soon he pulled out, his cum spraying over her back. Even if she had been willing, too many rapes made for a habit of that and then cleaning them off. He’d never lasted so short as he did with her though. “Man you’re such a great bitch.”

“Oh, I’ll be so good for you, and you’ll be such a great help for me too.” She got up off the desk and brought her naked body over to him. She hugged him, kissing him deeply. “You’ll be turning all those girls into sluts before the summer is out. After all, this is a Sex Ed course.” She laughed heartily. As she kissed him again, he realized he’d have to thank his parents for making him come. This was going to be one sweet course.