Young master teaches a lesson

[b]Julie scoured her flat for food, some baked beans a bit of mouldy cheese and some hard looking bread. She knew she could ring her dad and he would give her some money but he would demand that she should come and work for him. She enjoyed what she did her first year as a secondary teacher in a tough London borough. She could hear his voice echo a waste of a private education and three years at Oxford to work with a load of hooligans.

He would have been even more insistent if he had known that she was the object of most of the boy’s wet dreams. Hardly surprising that with her long shapely legs, her slim figure and firm breasts. She had long blonde hair pale blue eyes and a very pretty face.
She was regretting the three drinks she had had at the pub on an empty stomach with Ian smiling at her reminding her about the bet they had.

She opened the door. Wayne stood there, the subject of the bet. He was only twelve years old but taller than her, well over six-foot and broad with it and very black. A good-looking boy he was going to be a real heart breaker she decided when he’s older. Surprised to see him nevertheless as he was dripping wet she let him in.
“Come in.”

She hadn’t seen Wayne in four weeks now. He had been transferred to her form group after an incident with a couple of girls in his previous form. According to the head of year
Wayne had an incredibly high IQ but was a real underachiever due to his non-attendance. That was what the bet was about two hundred pounds that she could get him to attend at least sixty percent of the time.

She hadn’t seen him but he had followed her got to know her every habit. He was obsessed by her. She was a cock tease. He recalled the last time he had seen her he had watched her playing chess against him and the other boys in her chess club. She licked her lips and played with her long blonde hair. He knew enough about body language to know flirting when he saw it.

If that was not enough her blouse had three buttons undone and as she leaned forward to move her pieces you could see the first rise of her breasts her pretty white bra exposed. He watched her less affected by her gestures at least on the surface. She sat opposite him he had played well the game was balanced nicely. She made her move and then sat back another button undone. He could not believe it nor could he take his eyes off her breasts. He could make out her nipples clearly.

He made a poor move distracted by the lovely teacher in front of him. He concentrated as hard as he could on his next move. She returned made her move quickly. Dam he thought she had redone her button.

He looked at the board then back to her she smiled at him. Unbelievably her button was once more undone her nipples erect. She leant forward apparently studying the board but affording him an even better view of her tits. He had lost concentration completely and made his second mistake. Two moves later he had lost but even so he had lasted longer than anyone else.

He knew her Friday routine a trip to the pub. Three or four drinks a slightly wobbly walk back. She was a woman who was not used to drink. Well she would be sorry.

He sat down opposite her.
“My mum asked if you would like to try these two bottles of wine. She can buy them at a cut price and wanted to know what you thought of them.”
“Well if you’re in school on Monday I’ll tell you.”
“She needs to know for tomorrow.”

Julie had met Wayne’s mother and knew that she ran an off-license. They had got talking and with Julie having spent a year in France she was considered to be an expert on wine.
“If I give you an answer then will you come to school on Monday?”
“I’ll come if you can beat me at chess.”
Julie smiled she ran a chess club at school in fact it was the last time she had seen Wayne. Each month she would play all of her students simultaneously. She had never lost.
From the large bag he was carrying he got out a chess set and set it up.

“You haven’t tried the wine yet.” Julie poured two glasses.
Carefully she smelt them both and looked at their colour, their viscosity. They were good expensive wines. She took a big sip of the first one and nodded her head it was excellent, if anything the second wine tasted even better.
“So you promise to come to school for the rest of this term if I win?”
He nodded.

“What if I win Miss? What prize can I have?”
Julie tossed back her long blonde hair then she leant back so that her breasts were pushed forward. She licked her lips suggestively. She knew it was a form of flirting but a teacher had to use all her assets.
“I don’t know what would you like?”
“I’d like to see your tits.”
At first she thought she must have misheard him.
“If I win I’d like to see your breasts. Don’t tell me that you’ve never sunbathed topless. It would be just the same.”
She almost slapped his face.

“That’s impossible. You are twelve year’s old and I’m your teacher.”
“I reckon you’re just chicken miss. Anyway what’s the big deal? I wouldn’t tell anyone and I guess you wouldn’t.
What you frightened of Miss you know you’ll beat me. You beat me in about seven moves last time and I’ve not played anyone since. You scared of losing?”
“I’m not scared of losing but I just couldn’t do that. I could lose my job.”
Julie knew there was no way she could lose but even so. She had forgotten how close the game had been last time.
“You a chicken miss. Cluck cluck. You think a twelve-year old boy could beat you? A black boy who is stupid and never comes to school? There’s no way I could beat you don’t you think?”

An unsubtle jibe she thought.
“Listen I’ll not just come to school but I’ll try really hard and not get into trouble.”
Julie was tempted she liked Wayne and wanted him to succeed but even so she couldn’t possibly do as he asked. She wouldn’t have to there was no way she could lose. Slightly tempted she listened as he taunted her.

“Are you ashamed of your tits? Do you think they’re too small? Cluck cluck chicken.”
Her face reddened annoyed at his presumption and utterly convinced of her invincibility she replied.
“OK win or lose you promise to come into school for the rest of the term?”
Wayne nodded.

“You haven’t told me which wine you prefer Miss.”
Julie finished both glasses. Wayne carefully filled them up again for her.
“The firslt one.” She said her speech slurred.

They started to play. Julie shook her head to clear it. He was playing well. So he should he had spent the last four weeks playing against a computer and reading about chess. He could now beat the computer regularly. Even if she had been sober she might well have struggled but her natural caution removed she had attacked and lost her queen, two knights a rook and a bishop to his queen and one knight he pressed home his advantage.

“Check mate.” He announced.
“Take off your top miss.”
She shook her head.
“I knew it you’re just like all the other adults in my life you make a promise then you break it.”
His words had stung her. She did not want to let him down and nearly removed her top but instead she said.
”Let’s make it best of three.”
“Ok but if I win you strip completely. In fact you lap dance for me.”
“I don’t know. Give me a minute.”

She knew she would win I just have to concentrate, her head was clearing. The last game she had been far too aggressive but even so she had nearly got him at the end. There was definitely no way she would lose if she took her time.
“OK.”

Julie made herself a black coffee. She felt a bit more sober.
Wayne set up the board.
“So what are the terms?” He asked her.
“You know.”
“You backed out last time and just want to hear you say it and then I know I can trust you.”
“Ok if I win you agree to come to school for the rest of the year.”
“Go on.”
“If you win then” She paused.
“I’ll strip in front of you.”
“You mean you will take off all your clothes and do a striptease?”
“Yes if you win I’ll do a striptease. I’ll lap dance for you. OK”

The game was even to start with. Julie concentrated hard. Wayne licked his lips telling her he was thirsty.
“Coffee?”
He shook his head and looked at the wine on the table.
“Did you want to try some of this wine?”
He nodded and she poured him a large glass.
“You’re not trying to get me drunk are you?”
“No not really.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well possibly.” She laughed hoping it would even up the odds.
“Anything to help you win.”
“No I mean to help me win.” She corrected her statement.

Check mate he thought to himself.