Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 02

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Gasping and out of breath, shivering against the cold October air, Trisha arrived at her classroom. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and walked in.

Every pair of eyes was on the cheerleader as she hurriedly walked to her desk. Still clad in her cheerleader's uniform, Trisha was almost certain that the front row could see the bottom of her panties, poking out from under her swishing skirt. She tried to tug it down a bit as she reached her desk, but it only brought more attention to herself. Ashamed and embarrassed, she quietly began to pull out her books, still breathing hard. As she looked down, her eyes caught on her blouse and she blushed, mortified. It must have been colder than she thought – her nipples were rock-hard, and were visibly poking straight through her blouse.

"Trisha…you're very late." Mr. Braun's voice rang through the classroom. A couple of the boys in the row next to her were staring at her – her cheerleader's skirt barely covering her legs, her heaving breasts straining against the thin blouse, her skin sweaty and slick. One of them grinned when she glanced over at them.

"I…I know, Mr. Braun. I'm sorry."

"Do you have an excuse?"

"U-um…" Trisha's mind worked furiously. "Coach Pennings kept me late to do some drills. We lost track of time."

"Do you have a note?"

"U-um…N-no…"

Mr. Braun shook his head. "Then you don't have an excuse. I trust you remember that we have our mid-term today."

Trisha's eyes widened and her heart fell. She had completely forgotten.

Mr. Braun watched her reaction. "I see. Well, here's your copy." He unceremoniously plopped it on her desk. "You have thirty minutes."

Trisha looked up in shock. "Thirty minutes?? But…I…"

Mr. Braun interrupted her. "No, Trisha. I will not give you extra time just because you came in late. Now, you've already disturbed the class enough. Please get to work."

Humiliated and close to tears, the cheerleader looked down at the test. One of the boys was still leering at her, greedily taking in her short skirt, her bare slender legs. Trisha's glare was returned only with a broad grin. She could still feel the dampness in her panties from her frenzied orgasm in the locker room. Oh God, I hope it doesn't leave a spot… She clenched her teeth and buckled down to start on her test.

After what seemed like only seconds, the bell rang. Of course, Trisha had no chance. Mr. Braun's AP History tests were renowned for their difficulty, and as flustered as she was, with only half the class time, Trisha didn't even get to the last twenty questions. As the rest of the class filed out of the room, she stayed glued to her seat, frantically flipping through the pages. This test is a third of my grade…I can't fail it! This can't be happening!

"Trisha, you are out of time. Please hand in your test."

The cheerleader looked up, her eyes pleading. "Please, Mr. Braun, I have a free period next! Please, can I just have some more time?"

Mr. Braun sighed, standing up from his desk chair. "Trisha…I wouldn't expect this from you. You've always been such a good student. You know, your grade is already falling from the first few assignments."

Trisha hung her head. "I…I know…"

"Now, I can't give you more time, because that would be unfair to the rest of the class. But…I will allow you to write an in-class essay as extra credit."

Trisha beamed up at him. "Thank you, Mr. Braun, thank you! Um…what should I write it on?"

Mr. Braun thought for a moment. "How about…the Louisiana Purchase. Explain the process by which Jefferson acquired the land."

The cheerleader's heart plummeted. Of all the topics in the world, how could he pick one from the only chapter she hadn't read? "U-um…okay…"

"Good. Get started, then."

For the first five minutes, Trisha struggled to find something to say, but it was hopeless. She didn't know a thing about the Louisiana Purchase. What am I going to do? This was her most important class – if she failed this test, it would ruin her entire transcript! Wondering if maybe she could ask to switch topics, she glanced up at Mr. Braun, and received a huge shock.

The teacher was staring straight down her skirt! It was painfully obvious, too, his pencil hanging limply in his hand, his mouth half open, his eyes intently blazing down at her crotch. As soon as she looked up though, Mr. Braun quickly caught himself.

"Ah…so…Trisha..I…trust you are doing well with your essay?" He hastily rearranged some papers on his desk, trying to look busy.

Trisha nodded. "Yes, thanks ,Mr. Braun." She glanced down at her lap, and realized that he could probably see her panties from his angle. Gross! Mr. Braun was checking me out? What is he, like forty? But then, a different thought came to her, out of nowhere. This was her most important grade, and if she failed this test, she failed the class. So, if there was anything she could do to get out of failing, she should do it, right? And if Mr. Braun was checking her out, well, that meant he was attracted to her, which meant maybe if she tried to… Trisha paused, shaking her frenzied head as she tried to think. How can I be thinking about doing something like this? Seducing a teacher? That's so awful!

Lost in her thoughts, Trisha nervously shifted on her chair, uncrossing her legs and crossing them again. This time, she directly saw Mr. Braun's eyes flicker up, despite his best efforts, to watch the cheerleader's smooth legs slide under her tiny skirt. Whoa…he's definitely checking me out. Trisha bent her head over the test ,pretending to write but keeping an eye on her teacher. He was wiping his brow now, looking like he was trying to concentrate very hard. Wow…I've really gotten to him. I think if I tried to, I definitely could…No! Trisha shook her head and closed her eyes in frustration. This has got to be a dream! I can't believe I'm even considering something like this!

She looked up at the clock. Time was running out

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