Bert shook his head to clear away his illusions when he heard his name called. Even her voice was low, husky, and incredibly sexy. But cold panic clutched at his heart. What had she asked him?
His attention riveted on her words instead of her body, he heard, "Bert, pay attention! I asked you what the discriminate of this problem was."
Bert glanced at the board and the answer popped unbidden into his mind.
"It's twice the quantity you have labeled A."
Twin black arches rose as Miss Mufioz showed her surprise. "That's right. I'm sorry I thought you were goofing-off, Bert Now, Carl, what would the root of this equation be?"
Bert went back to his daydreaming. It had shocked him as much as Miss Mufioz that he'd gotten the answer right. Maybe keeping his mind on sex sharpened his wits, improved his intellect With a sudden resolve, he knew what he was going to do after class.
The rest of the period flowed by as sluggishly as molasses racing uphill on a winter day. The instant the bell rang signaling the end of class, the room evacuated with a speed that would have astounded most track coaches.
Bert lingered until one or two other students quickly questioned Miss Mufioz and then left to go to their next class. He stood, gathered his books and courage, and went up to his lovely algebra teacher. She tossed her coal black mane of hair back and stared at him with warm, appealing eyes.
"Yes, Bert? I must admit I'm a bit surprised to see you come up like this. You've never done it before, and students usually fall into habits early in the semester."
Bert placed his books on the edge of the desk before saying, I've felt as if I didn't really understand the material, Miss Mufioz."
She looked at him and leaned back in her chair. The action moved her shoulder back and revealed more of the smooth, coppery skin between her ample breasts. She knew his eyes were irresistibly drawn to the deep valley with its fleeting shadows but she didn't seem to mind. Quite to the contrary, she seemed to be enjoying his obvious attentions.
"You've been doing passing work. And you surprised me today. I thought you were daydreaming and not paying attention."
"Well, Miss Mufioz," Bert started, "I was really doing both. I was paying attention but not to the lesson." His eyes locked on hers and rapid, silent communication passed between the pair.
"And what were you paying attention to, Bert?" She smoothed out her miniskirt before crossing her legs, giving Bert the merest hint of the delights that lay hidden under her skirt
I've been afraid I wasn't pleasing you enough. I'd really like the chance to show that I can… do more than I have been in class."
A smile danced on the teacher's lips as she said, I'm certain you are capable of doing better. Even in math," she added, seemingly as an afterthought
Td love the opportunity for some private tutoring, Miss Mufioz. It'll be hard, I assure you."
"What will be hard, Bert?"
"Why, the tutoring. I'm sure you're not one for a quick lesson. It would be long and hard."
"You interest me, Bert. Not many students would care for added responsibilities like this. Here's my address. Why don't you stop by after school today, and we can start on a special lesson? A long and hard one, but I think everything will fall into place before ifs over."
She handed him her address, and Bert smiled. "Thanks, Miss Mufioz. I'm sure we'll both get great satisfaction from this. See you around four?"
A wave of coal black hair drifted down over her left eye as she nodded assent. Bert broadly grinned, then left the classroom. He was exuberant. He could barely suppress his elation. This had worked out better than the youth could have ever hoped.
The day seemed filled with inconsequential events, all robbing Bert of his proper anticipatory mood. A brief interlude with Alana made the day a bit cheerier, then school was over for the day. He raced home, ditched his books, then split.
All the way to Miss Munoz's apartment, he wondered what it would be like. She was really a sexy chick, not all that much older than he was-only six or seven years. Almost an older sister. But she had to be really experienced sexually. She'd gone to college and all and, if the grapevine was right, she had been more intent on having a good time than book learning. Bert was inclined to discount that due to the sources. They just might be jealous of the muliebritous woman, the only teacher in the school who wasn't over thirty and going on ugly.
The teenager stopped short when he saw the apartment complex in which Miss Mufioz lived. It very definitely was not a staid, school-teacher residence. It was one of the swinging singles places where anything could and did happen.
Bert Ellis knew then that he might have struck a real goldmine. And all because he had merely gotten up the courage to ask. He filed that away for future reference… ask and thou shalt receive.
He wandered through the bewildering maze of apartments, ogling the chicks out by the heated swimming pool. The chill autumn air didn't seem to prevent them from wearing the skimpiest string bikinis he'd ever seen. Some were so small, they were little more than strings with postage stamps glued on at appropriate spots.
Bert found the apartment he wanted, rang the bell and waited. In less than a minute Miss Mufioz opened the door. She smiled, a smile that reflected a trace of irony as she said, "You continually surprise me, Bert I would have bet you would chicken out at the last minute. Come on in."
She quickly stood back to let him in. He surveyed the apartment and found it to be tastefully decorated. But the thing he noticed first was the sweet, aromatic odor that clung to the air. Bert recognized the pungent smell of grass. Miss Mufioz seemed to be the exception rather than the rule among school teachers. Or was she?
"Why? Did you think I wouldn't come? To see you?" Bert was fully aware of the double meanings he placed in his conversation. It was turning him on verbally sparring with his lovely teacher, almost as much as it would when he managed to finally get inside her cunt
"High schools are notorious for producing boys, not men. And it takes a certain rare courage to confront me as you did, proposition me and then actually show up with the intention of seducing me. You do plan to seduce me, don't you?" Again the smile played across her lips.
Bert sat down on the sofa. He said, "I think you have this entire thing wrong, Miss Mufioz. I'm not seducing you, you're seducing me. Who would ever believe a pimply faced sixteen year old would proposition his math teacher, then go to her apartment with the intention of fucking her?"
"And what have I done to seduce you?" Curiosity had replaced the slightly ironic tone in her voice.
"Why Miss Mufioz," Bert replied, his voice as ingenuous and naive as he could make it sound, "Simply by being so gut wrenchingly lovely. Every time I look at you, I feel myself getting harder and harder. Barely able to restrain myself through class, wanting to jerk off because you are so seductive."
The teacher laughed heartily. "That is one of the most unique lines I've heard in several years. And one of the most flattering, I might add. Call me Julia. That Miss Mufioz jazz is all right for class but not for… private tutoring. Would you like a drink?"
Bert hesitated. His experience with liquor was mostly restricted to beer that the other guys managed to pilfer. But what the hell? Why not take her up on her offer?
"Seven up, please… with some vodka added. Maybe a lime."
"You are a source of continual wonderment." She went to the small bar and began fixing the drinks. In a quieter voice, she said, "I just hope you continue to surprise me with your performance."