NymphomaniacaL – Part I

NYMPHOMANIACAL:
Part I
The Beginning


“Erica, could you stay for a minute after class. I’d like to speak to you.”

Everyone else in Mrs. Adler’s grade ten geography class grabbed their books and exited the room, passing Erica by as she reluctantly sat back down. What could it possibly be now? She hadn’t disrupted the class at all that period, in fact, she hadn’t opened her mouth once. But getting up and leaving would only cause more problems and she didn’t want that.

She had never been incredibly smart. She wasn’t at all dumb but she never seemed to be able to do her work correctly. It wasn’t much of a surprise to her that she had been asked to stay back. She could simply deduce that her grades were responsible. But whatever it was that she lacked in intelligence or work ethic she made up for beauty. She was young with a petit build and a pretty face, long brown hair, full lips and a pair of perky blosoming B-cups underneath her tight sweater. It was no secret that many of the boys liked her, but for some reason unknown to her, she was never interested in any of them.

She looked to Mrs. Adler who was sitting behind her desk finishing some teacher work. Adler was new to Erica’s school. She was about thirty years old, which was pretty young compared to most of the other teachers. Alder was a tall woman with long legs and curly locks of strawberry-blonde hair that hung down over her exceptionally large breasts. Although these breasts were never really appreciated for their sexual value at school. None of the male students had ever made a sexual remark about her or thought of her in any way besides that of an authority figure. After all, she didn’t display any of the charactoristics of a playful, sexual person. She had a reputation for being stone cold.

Adler finished up what she was doing at her desk and began walking towards the door. For a second Erica thought she’d been forgotten and opened her mouth to say something, but before she could make a sound she realised that Adler had gotten up to shut the door. Erica didn’t take this as a good sign, since the only reason a teacher would want the door closed is so nobody could hear her yelling at a student. Adler came and sat in the desk next to Erica and faced her with a pair of gorgeous green eyes that she had never noticed before.

“I wanted to talk to you about your grades.” No suprises so far, “You don’t seem to be keeping up with the rest of the class.”

“I’m really sorry, I’ve been trying my hardest.” Erica apologized honestly.

“Are you like this in all of your subjects?”

“Most of them, yes.” She wanted more than anything just to get up and leave.

“Well, do want to repeat this class during the summer?” Adler asked in her signiture cold voice, “Because that’s where you’re headed if you don’t straighten things out.” She looked at the closed door almost nervously, “But I can help you if you want. I can make sure that you pass.”

Erica couldn’t help but let a look of surprise sweep over her, “Yes, that sounds great.” She began to notice something funny behind those breathtaking green eyes, and she wasn’t sure what to think about it, “How?”

“Every Friday stay an extra half an hour after class with me and I’ll make sure that you get a solid 80% on your report card.