Getting the Grades

2nd Story. Please tell me your comments and thoughts below!

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She was such a hot little girl. Always sat at the front, soaking in every word I said as if I was romancing her. Quite the opposite.
The girl was desperate to get the best grades, be the most intelligent in her cohort and be granted the ability to enter any college as she so desires.

She constantly was taking notes. I couldn’t help but look straight down her shirt at her juicy B cup breasts. She then quickly looked up and I suddenly realised where I was but had forgotten what I was talking about.
That hot little 16 year old in the front row looked at me quizzically, impatiently waiting for me to continue on with my lecture.

“That should do it for today,” I said, simultaneously with the sound of books shutting and pencil cases being zipped up. I was still oblivious to what I had said last. “May I remind you your mid-semester exam is coming in about 2 weeks. I suggest you to start revising if you haven’t been already.”

Half the class had already left and I began to start packing up my own apparatus. I spent the next few minutes shaking myself and constantly asking ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’.
I’m currently 38, in which I consider not old, not young. I’m a physics lecturer at the local high school. I have a lovely wife and one ambitious young son. Why the hell was I always thinking of the young girl at the front with the ornate B cup breasts? She was 16 for gods sake. It was so unorthodox for me to be thinking such wild and vivid thoughts.

Her name was Mikaela. She had dark brown hair that fell down to the middle of her back. Her figure lacked curves, but her flat stomach and luscious breasts picked up the slack in that department. She was very opinionated, had several of her own world views and had planned her whole life out right down to the t. By no means was she the smartest out of the class, but she put in a lot more work than most of them and that brought her up to be one of my top students.

She never wore anything that was even remotely suggestive. Her school skirt was only slightly above the knees, unlike most of the sluts at that school.
But that night, whilst I was fucking my wife, I kept imagining that I was fucking Mikaela. My dick pounding in and out of her as she gasped for air. When I came, I realised that I was just in my bed, still on top of my wife. Not the girl who sits in the front row in class.

The 2 weeks came and went. I continued to oogle the girl’s figure whenever I could. On a couple of occasions she noticed me perving in on her body. She simply smiled an embarrassed smile, blushing as she went back to writing notes.

On exam day, Mikaela was obviously very stressed. She looked to be on the verge of tears.
Everyone was called inside the exam room and as they sat down, I handed them the exam papers upside down.

“Ok Physics class, your exam on quantum mechanics starts now. Please turn over your paper and begin,” I said.

I walked up and down the room observing the class as they went through their exams. It was the perfect opportunity to look down some shirts without being suspected.
Mikaela was busy at work, scrawling through a short response question. She was leaning on the desk in front of her in a way that her breasts sat on the desk lifting up towards the top of her shirt. They were honestly the most perfect things I’ve ever seen. The top of her lacy white bra began to show. I felt my dick begin to rise ever so slightly.

“Mr Ross” I heard from the other side of the room. A boy was sticking up his hand wanting to ask a question.
I sighed as I reluctantly left my position from Mikaela’s round lumps and went over to help the boy.

Walking around the room, I inspected other girls’ breasts, rather than their tests, comparing them to Mikaela’s.