Homework and Hookups: Lane's Fantasy - Sex Stories

Homework and Hookups: Lane's Fantasy

Nick Learns His Lesson by Melanie Lane I sighed as I graded my student's papers. All I saw was red, red ink, that is. But one student in particular, Nicholas Matthews, frustrated me the most. He had such potential, if only he could focus on his work instead of on what I was wearing. Nick was one of those kids that everybody loved; well-rounded, athletic, and charming, he had the rest of the school's faculty wrapped around his finger, but not me. I decided it was time to take a look at his situation again. How was his home-life? Did he have a job? Maybe English just isn't his strongest subject... Or maybe he was just a victim of his own raging hormones. Whatever it was, I wasn't going to stand by and let one of my students fail. I checked my watch, the bell for the next class would ring in two minutes. I turned my papers over, got up from my desk and made my way toward Nick's desk. "I need to see you at the end of this class, Mr. Matthews." He raised his eyebrows and gave a small smirk at me. "Okay, Miss Lane." I rolled my eyes. I could tell what he was thinking, a combination of "Is she serious?" and probably replaying some scene from one of those student-teacher porno's. Like that would ever happen. The rest of the students were on their way to their next class while I talked with Nick. "Nick, I noticed you're grades in my class recently are sub-par. Now, I know you're bright, but I feel like you aren't trying hard enough. I know you can do better if you put your mind to ...

... it." He sat there in silence. "Is there something I can help you with? Something you're not getting? Maybe we can set up some private tutoring sessions?" He perked up a little at that. "I don't know, Miss Lane. English just isn't my thing. And I'm pretty busy lately." He was playing hard to get, ha. "I understand that, Nick, but you need to find time for your schooling. I can work around your schedule. I really think you need this." He pretended to contemplate his answer. "Well, I guess. My folks are on my case about my grades anyway." "Great. How about Monday at 3:30? Will that work for you?" "Yeah, it will." "Okay then, Monday it is. You can meet me in here and I'll help you with whatever you need." "Alright then. It's a date," he chuckled. "Okay, Nick, see you tomorrow. Don't forget to read Chapter 8 tonight!" **** At 3:30 he showed up to my room like he said he would. We went back and forth with questions and answers about Hamlet . "That's exactly right! Great job!" I lightly touched his arm to congratulate him on his answer. "Thanks," he was beaming. Maybe I sent the wrong message though... He leaned in a little at first, and then a little more, and the next thing I knew his lips were on mine. I hate to be cliche, but I felt sparks. Little electric tingles pulsed through my body as I kissed him back. But reality hit me, and the spark died. I pulled away abruptly, my eyes wide. "What are you doing?!" I cried. "What do you mean 'what am I doing?'? You kissed me too!" "Yeah, ...