Underneath the bleachers, Gerald Stoller was pacing anxiously. His heart raced and his blood boiled with anticipation. Sherrie Bachman was due any minute.
The quickie in the janitor’s closet had gone extremely well. Once Sherrie realized her final grade was on the line, she responded to him with a passion. For Gerald, it was one of best sexual experiences he’d ever had.
It seemed like every year there was a girl just like Sherrie. A young, vulnerable sweetie in need of assistance and offering up her body as a bargaining chip. And every year, Gerald Stoller gave himself up to temptation.
He remembered his first time as a young buck new to teaching. One of his students, a saucy redhead, was having difficulty with gerunds. After some personal instruction, she thanked him and licked her lips in appreciation.
And that was that. In a flash, he bent her over his desk, pulled up her skirt and humped her like a horn dog. The whole thing was over in two minutes. It was quick, dirty, and extremely erotic. He was hooked.
And so it went over the years. There was never a shortage of needy students and never any complications, since most of the girls were seniors. Once the school year was over, they graduated out of his life, and Gerald Stoller gravitated out of trouble.
Which brought him to this year’s lust, Sherrie. Although things were going great, there was one slight problem. In the heat of passion of their last tryst, he’d committed himself to giving her an “A” for the entire semester.
Further incentive was needed if he wanted to see her again. And how he did. He thought of her constantly, aching for her body, longing to be inside her.
Earlier that day, he had explained to Sherrie just how tough it was to get into UCLA. Her prospects for admission would be much better if she earned extra credit honors in English Literature.
Achieving that was very simple.
