Midterm

He looked up from the exams as the door opened. It was almost 5:00 pm and no one else should be in the building

She walked toward his desk, her denim mini-skirt riding up her thighs with the swing of her hips. “Hi Mr. Heisenberg, how are you doing?” Cheryl, one of his students asked. She made her way to his desk, her young hips swaying seductively, “have you graded our tests yet?” Her skirt was complimented by a pair of red stiletto heels, a red silk camisole covered with s short white; almost see through long sleeve blouse. She had a rather stunning presence for a high school senior. Heisenberg tried to recall what she had been wearing earlier in class, he was relatively certain it wasn’t what she had on at the moment.

Heisenberg was trying not to look her up and down. “I was just grading them Cheryl, what can I do for you?” He was looking her straight in the eye, not trusting himself to look anywhere else.

“Have you graded mine yet, I need to know if my grade is improving.” Cheryl was not one of his more stellar students, she was intelligent enough to do well, in fact her academic career thus far was more than respectable, but for the most part she had not been truly challenged, his was not a memorization learn by rote field.

“Well let me see” Heisenberg said as he picked up the exams, stood and moved to open the door. Standing at the open door he noted that were no other classroom lights on and not a janitors cart in sight. His mind raced at the implications. “I’ve graded the first three pages of everyone’s and the fourth of some. I haven’t looked at the fifth page yet.” He shuffled through the exams and found hers. “I have not done pages four and five of yours Cheryl”

“Could you finish it now? I’ll wait” she asked. “I really need to do well on the midterm; colleges are still watching grades for scholar ships”

Heisenberg was fairly certain what her grade was going to be, the first three pages did not look promising. “Well, I suppose, but Cheryl you struggled on the first part, it doesn’t look real good at the moment.” He went to his desk and sat.

Cheryl moved to close the door, “do you mind if I close the door, it’s kind of cold in here?”

He wasn’t cold, but from the looks of her nipples she could be finding it a bit chilly “No I’d like the door open for the moment please. It’ll take a few minutes but if you don’t mind waiting it’s okay with me.”

She moved to the lab table adjacent to his desk and sat on the stool, crossing her legs. Her pelvis almost at his eye level, thighs almost completely exposed, she knew he was distracted. Heisenberg cleared his throat and bent to finish her exam.

If the first part of her midterm had been depressing, page four was dismal, and page five was simply grim. He let out a long, heavy sigh; she had done worse than either of them expected. Heisenberg looked up at her uncertainly, searching for a gentle way deliver the result.

Cheryl brought a hand to her breast and lightly began tracing a nipple, “and?” She said running the tip of her tongue over her upper lip.

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