“Why are you blaming us? If our daughter doesn’t understand it’s your fault. She’s a bright girl.”

“Of course she is Mr. Sanchez, and I’m not blaming you.” Alex replied. “But I am saying that if you want her to do well then you must send a message to her that school is important.”

Now Mrs. Sanchez spoke “She knows that school is important. We tell her all the time that we want her to go to college.”

“I believe you Mrs. Sanchez. But college seems unbelievably far off to these kids. They need a day to day message. You have to ask her if she’s done her homework, how she’s doing in school and what she learned today. Otherwise the message she’ll absorb is the one her peers are constantly sending; school doesn’t matter, popularity does.”

“You’re saying my daughter shouldn’t be popular” said Mr. Sanchez, getting angry all over again.

“No,” Alex said “I’m saying that she should be more concerned with doing well in school than with being popular. Don’t you agree?”

Reluctantly, he did. As did his wife. “And you think if we do this she can pull her grade from a C to a B.”

“Definitely” Alex responded “and probably her other grades from B’s to A’s. She’s a bright girl and just needs to work harder and be less concerned her friends will think she’s an egghead.”

The parents left and Alex relaxed into his chair. Sighing heavily he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Parent teacher conferences might not be the toughest part of his job but then again they might be.

Still that conference had gone okay. He might have even made an impact. He’d continue trying with Julia, but reinforcement from the parents would help a lot. He might as well call the next set of parents in, ‘”T’were done, t’were best done quickly” and all that. “Come in” he called out. A smile quirked his lips as he pictured himself telling the parents to “Square It” the way his drill instructor had summoned Alex and his fellow recruits.

“Well Mr. Ecks you’re looking cheerful enough. And I thought you’d be troubled after that last conference. I guess lecturing parents agrees with you.”

Alex looked up and saw Amanda’s mom, Stephanie, seated before him. Wow, he thought, she looks amazing. “You’re looking well too, hopefully being lectured agrees with you.”

Mentally he patted himself on the back for a semi-witty comeback. Considering the effect she had on him that was an accomplishment. And then he thought should I have used that or which in the phrasing of that last thought. And that’s why he was a Math teacher and not an English Teacher.

Rapidly corralling his thoughts he said “What can I do for you Stephanie?” or to you he added mentally. I have a girlfriend, he reminded himself.

“That’s an interesting question Alex, can I call you Alex?” she asked politely and smiling.

“Of course, of course.”

“Good, I’d like that. And you can continue to call me Stephanie, for now at least, since I want us to have a close relationship. Teachers and their student’s mothers should have a close relationship right? I’m glad you agree.

“But at the moment I’m hear for the whole Parent teacher conference thing. How is my little cherub doing? I’m concerned my recent divorce might have affected her academic performance and that just won’t do.”

“She’s doing quite well; when she can be bothered to do her own work. Far too often she hands in work that’s clearly in Kim’s writing, Kim’s her best friend.”

”I’m quite aware who Kim is; she spends the night fairly often, usually with my daughter. They’re quite close. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with friends helping each other with assignments. But I do want her to grasp the material, is she?”

“Yes, she’s done well on the tests and doesn’t appear that bothered by the divorce.”

“Good, good. You know it’s been awhile since you’ve come by the house, it’s been awhile since that night…” she let her sentence trail off as she played with the button of her white silk blouse. She was revealing just a little cleavage but it had a strong effect on Alex who had to tear his eyes back to her face.

“Stephanie…”

“Because you made quite an impression on me, although I may have been a little vulnerable that night. Still I’ve been thinking about you since then, and I may have been a little hasty letting you go back to your girlfriend so easily.”

Alex flushed, he only dimly remembered that night, but he remembered Stephanie vividly. He’d been preoccupied with her body and eyes ever since, and only his strong self discipline had prevented him from calling on her.

She smiled as his eyes traveled back to her cleavage. The suggestions she’d given him that night were still in effect apparently, which meant he saw her generous curves as the epitome of sensuality and the slight amount of cleavage she was showing would have him hard as a rock.

“I think it’d be better Stephanie if we saved this discussion for somewhere private.”

“Its okay” she said “I wanted to be the last parent you saw so I let the Sanchez’s go ahead of me. There’s no one else you need to see. Just me” she said smiling broadly as she toyed with another button.

“I have a girlfriend” he blurted out.

“That’s okay” she said “I don’t mind sharing. Though I don’t think you’ll see her for long once you’re with me. It’s so hard to think of any other girls when I’m around. Don’t you agree Alex? Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong. Go ahead.” And so saying she lifted his chin so he stared into her eyes. Deep sea green eyes that pulled him in as the moon sways the tides: inexorably.

“You think I’m beautiful don’t you Alex?”

“Yes” he replied honestly and unthinkingly.

“And you’ve been fantasizing about me?”

“Yes.”

“What’s your girlfriend’s name, Alex?”

For the life of him, he couldn’t remember. He knew it once but the knowledge seemed so far away, buried beneath oceans of green in her eyes. She caressed his cheeks with her scarlet nails and his eyes rolled back with pleasure. She cupped the back of his head and pulled him to her. Their lips met and their bodies pressed together. His cock strained at his jeans in it’s enthusiasm for her. She enjoyed the feel of his muscles beneath her hands. She pressed him back into a seat and straddled him. With one hand she deftly freed his cock from its confines, while patting herself on the back with the other, figuratively speaking, for closing the door and locking it when she came into the room. Hopefully they weren’t in line of sight for any passerby looking through the window was her last thought before she slipped him inside of her.

For Alex it was a realization of a dream he’d been denying himself. Slipping inside her thighs, with her full creamy breasts pressed against his face. All thoughts of his girlfriend were gone, all thoughts period accept for the glorious sensation and the need to please this goddess of desire impaled upon him.

She pulled herself away so that only the tip still felt the heat of her-then plunged down sending his cock deep inside her so that he almost came from the surge of sensation. Now she rocked against him with a steady rhythm while he bit deep into her bosom sucking the tender flesh and savoring the taste of her.

Meanwhile she nibbled his ears and cooed dirty encouragements which tingled in his ear and melted his mind. Again and again she pulled away and surged down; awashing them in agonizing pleasure ‘til orgasm hit her and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She kept going, just twirling around forcing his cock deep inside her until she wrung an orgasm from him as well and his fluid poured forth inside her.

She waited till his erection was completely gone before sliding him out. She cupped his chin and lifted his exhausted eyes to her, savoring the helplessness she saw.

“Listen carefully my dear sweet boy, look in my eyes and concentrate on my words. You are so tired, so very tired, but listen anyway. Listen to me. You are now helpless, totally under my control. And you love it. You love being my helpless boy-toy. It is your ultimate fantasy.

“But for now I want you to keep it secret. I want you to go home, and make love to your girlfriend with my juices on your cock. I want you to think of me as you come inside of her. And I want you to hate the deception but do it anyway because I’ve asked you to do it, and you’ll do anything for me now. Won’t you, my dear sweet boy? Yes you will.

“Now come back to me, come back from this trance and wake up, ready to tell me how amazing that was, and how much you love me.”

Alex felt like he was waking up but his eyes were already open. And he was still staring into Stephanie’s beautiful eyes. Wow, he thought the way he always did, she’s amazing. And I just made love to her. I must be the luckiest man in the world.

“That was amazing. You’re incredible. Is it too soon to tell you I love you?”

“No, it’s okay. But I think we should keep this a secret for a little while. Just for now. And I want you to keep seeing your girlfriend too. Is that okay?”

Alex shifted uncomfortably. “Not really, I don’t like deception, and I’ve never deceived her.”

“But you will right, for me?” and she fixed him with gaze. He tried to hold her eyes but his expression softened.

“Of course” he murmured.

“Good boy” she said and ruffled his hair. Smoothing out her skirt she went to unlock the door and see if the next parents were ready to go in.

“You’d best do up your pants dear, the Thomas’s are ready to see you.”

”What?” he said.

“Fix your hair too” she advised. Then she opened the door and left with a very self satisfied smile on her lips