When they got to school, Jon's eyes were treated to a myriad of delights. On the lawn were women, all beautiful, all seemingly posing for Jon. Most wore sexualized versions of school-girl outfits, but not all. A group of large breasted women engaged in a wet t-shirt contest near the "smoker's door" wore daisy duke shorts and white t-shirts, soaked through. Under the oak tree that Jon used as his shady lunch spot, two women in bikinis were busily making out, each stealing glances his way frequently.
One particularly sexy brunette at the front steps was in a short grey skirt and white blouse. Something about her seemed familiar, so after thanking Ms. Rhodes for the ride, to which she responded by shoving her tongue down his throat, he walked toward the woman at the door.
When he got closer, he realized that the woman, sexy as she was, was his math teacher, Mrs. Angle. Only, Mrs. Angle, previously, was nowhere near as sexy as this version. The revised Mrs. Angle stood staring at him with an eager look, her mouth slightly open, lips puffy and painted. Her ample bosom heaved with anticipation as she watched her student mount the stairs.
Jon had never really liked his math teacher. A woman in her late thirties, she was a bitter, angry, pushy teacher who had never cared about her students, much less her appearance. Normally her hair was messy, face not done up, clothes wrinkled and baggy. Now the immaculate vision before Jon was quite the opposite. He'd always been treated poorly in her classes; she was snooty, snobbish and had looked down on him, always using her higher education to prove that she was far superior than he.
"Oh! Jonny!" she squeaked as he got close, "I'm, like, so totally excited to see you this morning!"
She held the door open for him and followed him inside.
"So, like, I was thinking, right? Maybe today in class you could help me out. Math is so totally hard and I'm just a silly girl!" her high pitched voice made her sound more vacant than her words. Jon liked it.
"Sure thing, Mrs. Angle," he complied.
A giggle met his answer. "Jonny! Don't be silly! Only the other students have to call me that boring old name. To you I'm Missy!" she stopped and twirled her hair on a finger, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial level, "But really, you can call me whatever you want."
She grabbed Jon by his belt buckle and pulled him into herself, landing a deep kiss on him. Jon drank of her deeply, her smell, her heat, he felt as if he breathed hard enough he could inhale her. Their clothes fell off their bodies as if they were made of paper, and soon Jon was thrusting into his math teacher, her long legs wrapped about his body, her back against a closed locker. All around the pair, students were going about their business, collecting books, talking, not taking notice to the two locked in the heat of passion.
As their mutual orgasms faded away, clothes began to materialize on their bodies again. Mrs. Angle climbed off of him and wiggled away, but only after he promised to tutor her sometime soon. Jon, left alone in the hallway, noticed someone walking toward him. That someone was...
