(The first installment in the Lance Sheldon Chronicles) It was Wednesday evening, and Mr. Lance Sheldon was awaiting his last parent/teacher conference to arrive. This was his third year at Livermore Elementary. Thanks in large part to his youth, (a man of twenty six), high energy level, and overly outgoing personality, he had developed quite a following wi...
Not even these snotty nosed kids couldn't ruin my mood after my week in Vegas. My clit jumped just a little every time I thought about the way I was used this weekend. I should've slipped a pocket vibe in my purse so I could've gotten off during my free period. Especially since I had parent teacher conferences scheduled after classes were dismissed and there...
It had been a good day at school for Anne so far. She had remembered to visit the girls' room before Miss Heath's class, well recalling that teacher's stern refusal to countenance release of any pupil to visit the lavatory, and Anne's recitation both in that class and in French class with Mlle Jumel had won her A's from those demanding instructors. She gla...
Jerri looked out of her window and couldn't shake the thought that she was being watched. She'd been feeling this way ever since she left work yesterday. She knew it was probably because she was feeling guilty for what occurred in the classroom. She couldn't believe she had been so stupid as to allow what happened. Never in her six years as a teacher, had an...
Jeanne struggled with her thoughts of having sex with Kendall Ashe but not because of her marital status as most women would. If her husband had a problem with her desiring a young black man, he'd just have to deal with it. No, her problem was a professional one: he was the father of one of her students. Teacher-parent trysts didn't carry the same social an...
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The August morning of the Monday before school was blinding, and if it hadn't been for the mirrored sunglasses, Lauren would be squinting. Lauren braved running her bike over the small dirt piles left by the construction workers because they hadn't finished the soft-scape yet. She pulled up along side the bike racks and slowly put her battered sneaker to the...
It was a weird semester. The students for the most part were good as always. I had a couple of students who thought they were too smart for my classes, but after a couple of tests and assignments, they quickly clued in how smart they actually were. Then of course there were the Asians in the classes. The ones who could regurgitate the info, but could not put...
The sound of low thumping seemed to fill the air, a squealing guitar suddenly shattering even that as the door to a squat building, the same in a row of squat buildings, opened out into the night. It was cold, mid-winter, and the people who exited looked like they were on fire from the amount of steam coming off of their bodies. Some of them were garish, neo...
Alexander pulled up at the school. It was late, at least 8:00 PM. He had to work during the day so he was never able to come here during normal school hours. Actually, he had never even been inside. Just driven by it occasionally. But now he was here for a parent-teacher conference. His son's teacher had been nice enough to schedule this conference for after...