Chapter 2 - The Deal

Chapter 3:

It was the first day of my last year at high school. In calculus class, we had a new teacher, fresh from university. Her name was Miss Cole, and it was the woman I delivered pizzas to. My heart raced.

Her hair was pragmatically tied in a pony tail. She wore a tight button up shirt, which her bulging tits strained. Her shirt was tucked into her skirt, which was the tightest piece of clothing she wore, as the lesson progressed she adjusted her skirt by pulling it back down as it had a habit of rolling up her chubby thighs as she paced at the front of the classroom.

She didn’t look at me even once during the entire lesson, it was as if I wasn’t even there. As the bell rang, I collected my bag and got to my feet. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe she wasn’t the same woman? Maybe I hallucinated the occurrence of the night before?

As the week progressed, I continued to be ignored by Miss Cole, it was beginning to drive me nuts. I would often fantasise during class about squeezing her fat tits, or having her straddle me again.

Because of school starting up again I had to quit my pizza delivery job, as it was just a summer gig. Though from the look of her lunchbox on her desk, she was still ordering plentiful amounts.

Towards the end of class in the second week of term, Miss Cole placed a note on my desk, as she strode past. My heart picked up as I unfolded it. “Meet me after class to discuss extra curricular duties”. My mind going wild with possibilities, I eagerly awaited the ring of the bell.

“Close the blinds and lock the door please”, Miss Cole asked, after just her and I remained in the classroom. I did so and sat in a chair opposite her desk.

“I was beginning to miss my regular visits from my secret admirer” Miss Cole sighed. “So I’ve got a job for you, you are going to be my helper, if I need any extra food during school hours, you are going to go and get it for me. On my lunch breaks, I’m going to eat in my office, and you are going to watch. If you are lucky, you might even be able to touch me again”. Stunned at the offer, I eagerly agreed.

“Good”, she said, flashing me a dimpled smile. “Now go and get me some chocolate milk, then we can get a bit more comfortable”. After a trip to the canteen, and getting two bottles of chocolate milk (I wanted to prove my enthusiasm), I entered her office, and locked the door behind me.

She was in the midst of eating the numerous pizza slices from her lunchbox. “Oh I think we are going to get along very well” she said as she noticed the extra bottle I placed on her desk. As I watched her eat, occasionally she would throw me a sultry glance. After finishing most of the pizza, she untucked her shirt, and unbuttoned her skirt, freeing her yet-modest tummy roll. The button of a muffintop peeked out under the shirt, sitting on her chubby lap. She knew my eyes were glued to her, and she loved it.