The class was just about to start, so there weren't many seats left unoccupied by the time Crystal arrived at the room. She looked around, and when she found one, she saw that it was next to her friend, Serenity, who was sitting in an aisle. Typically, Serenity chose the aisle seat on the third row in the middle, which provided the best view of the professor, so as Crystal took the seat beside her, she had a funny feeling that something wasn't quite right.

As Crystal leaned over to whisper- "Good morning" - to Serenity, she heard her name called from the front of the classroom, and as she looked up, some of the other students snickered. "How kind of you to join us," Nathan said sarcastically. She looked to the platform and instantly frowned.

What is he doing here? - a voice in her head moaned. Is he a professor here? Has he always been one of my teachers, and I am only now noticing it?

Nathan had his hand on the teacher's desk, and his sleeves were rolled up so that they revealed an expensive watch on his wrist.

He was looking straight at her in a manner that suggested he was expecting something from her, but she knew not what. The man had natural energy about him that was powerful and undeniable.

As soon as Nathan was into the rhythm of teaching, Serenity leaned over and whispered to Crystal: "He can't be as bad as you've made him out to be! Can he?"

"He is!" Crystal replied emphatically, "and worse! You can't judge a person by how he looks or by the way they portray themselves in public. Most inherently evil people hide their true nature from the world."

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As Crystal finished talking, Nathan asked everyone to hand over their homework projects to the Lesson Representative. "Who is the Lesson Representative?" he asked. "Raise your hand if that is you."

Crystal raised her hand, and he said, "Okay, Crystal. Collect the assignments. You can bring them to my office after class."

All of the other girls were envious of Crystal's place of seeming privilege, but it was a burden that she would have happily given up to her. However, one of these girls, Cindy, seemed particularly keen to take over the task, so after class, Crystal approached her. "Hey, Cindy," she said. "Could you help me take these to the office?"

Cindy shook her head shyly and said, "As much as I'd like to, I shouldn't. As you know, Professor Davis is particular about these things. If he wanted me to bring the assignments to him, then he would have named me Lesson Representative. Alas, though, he did not..."

Cindy's response annoyed Crystal a lot, and she found herself thinking - What a goody-two-shoes. Had I liked to push her into a fire pit? - and she was startled by the vile poison that her mind had dredged up.

Crystal asked another classmate the same question, but this one also said no. "I can't," he said. "I'm going to the library with my girlfriend."

"Fine," she sighed. "I guess I'll have to do it myself."

When Crystal arrived at Nathan's office, she knocked twice, but no one answered, and she couldn't hear any sounds coming from the room. No one was there, she realized. I better just go in quick, put the papers on his desk, and skedaddle!

When she opened the door, though, she was shocked by what she saw: Nathan had one of her other teachers, Ms. Ford, bent over his desk, and he was fucking her from behind. She was bracing herself with her hands, and her head was down, so she couldn't see that they had company. Nathan had one hand on the teacher's shoulder and the other on her thigh. Her top was open, and her bra had been pushed up over her medium-sized breasts so that they were fully exposed, and every time his manhood plunged into her, they shook violently. And Nathan's eyes were closed.

Crystal scolded herself for looking. For watching!

I should get out of here before I'm seen! She thought. But she was frozen in place, and before she could move, Nathan opened his eyes, and when he saw her, he grinned. It was the smile of a Cheshire cat, with teeth like a shark, and the demented look in his eyes broke the spell that the scene had over her.

Crystal quickly trotted over and threw the papers on the desk. "Well," she said, "I'm just going to put down the assignments. Sorry to interrupt you two..."

Crystal was just about to leave when Ms. Ford began to moan, and she realized that the older woman was about to climax, and as much as she knew that the right thing to do was to leave, Nathan had not ordered her out, and she was deeply curious about the female orgasm. Of course, she had some knowledge of her own body, but she hadn't ever experienced anything like "The Big "O," as it was called when it was whispered and giggled about in bathrooms and changing areas. Thus, instead of leaving immediately, Crystal closed the door and remained inside. Unfortunately, just as things were getting really exciting, Ms. Ford happened to look up from the desk, and when she saw Crystal standing there, she shouted at her: "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you some kind of pervert? You've handed in the assignments! Now get out of here!"

"Yes, Ms. Ford," Crystal replied meekly, and she quickly slipped out of the room.

Once Crystal was in the hallway, she leaned against the wall, and after a few seconds, she slid down it and found herself, comically, in an uncomfortable sitting position. Crystal was breathing heavily, and her cheeks were hot, but she was also feeling other things. She shivered, and her arms broke out in gooseflesh, and when she wrapped her arms across her chest, she noticed that her small- oh so small, when compared to Ms. Ford breasts felt somehow heavier, and they were sensitive to the touch. As discreetly as possible, she explored that and was startled by how hard her nipples were. They were so hard that she could feel the Montgomery glands on her areolas even through her shirt. There was also a warm, tingly sensation that had started in her groin and seemed to have since saturated her bloodstream. And she could barely think with the throbbing in her head.

I wonder if it had felt like to be Tiffany, with Nathan inside her - Crystal wondered - Like this, maybe? Only with a sense of satisfaction, perhaps? Am I even close on the right track? She had no real way of knowing one way or the other, and her worldview suddenly felt like it was off-kilter. She wondered how a seventeen-year-old girl could compete with a teacher like Ms. Ford, and she had to remind herself that she didn't want to compete with Ms. Ford! And she thought Now that he has her, maybe he'll leave me alone...

Tiffany had countless suitors at school. Students jostled over the opportunity to get into her class, and many media outlets called her one of the ten most gorgeous teachers in the country. They said that she was "Sexy."

Out of nowhere, Crystal was suddenly struck with an insane kind of Jealousy, and she stood up in a huff and barged back into Nathan's office.