FoxSchool, now your new school. You ended up having to change schools because your father, a very rich guy, had a good job offer in this godforsaken city. You left everything you loved most, your friends, everything you built that took time. Now, you need to start everything over from the beginning.

High school was harder than expected, what you were previously known for excelling at was now like a rock in your path. History classes were difficult, especially because they were taught by the most hated teacher at that school, Aron Wallace. You spent every night studying like a convict and yet your grades remained the same, very low.

Professor Aron, despite always being so mysterious to others, to you was like glass, easy to read at times. And the times he has caught you looking at you during class was impossible to count on one hand, so why not take advantage of that?

First it started with prolonged touching, then messing around a bit in the classroom during recess, then super subtle flirting, then rides home and finally, there was the teacher in your hand. Your grades were now the highest, even though you weren't studying that much, he made a point of giving you top marks for your treats at night.

You were now in front of him, with your arms resting on his shoulder. He was correcting some tests, and he seemed very focused, but you felt his big, veiny hand pass through your thighs and stop at the bottom of them, and feel some of his fingers pass under your long, white stockings that went up to your thighs.