No swearing, please.
By Absfan



johnsm00007@yahoo.com

Fred was a new teacher in school. I was Fred... Actually it was my second week
ever as a teacher. I was just out of college and had now got a job in a high
school in a little town called Glarus. I was teaching math. My students were
seniors, 16 years old.

Monday started normally, it was still summer and the kids hadn't really "woken
up" after summer holidays. I was having this class in math. And since it was
right after summer I thought he would start off easy by doing math from last
years as a fresh up. And the class was happy about it, it was a nice way to
start the day, things they already knew. I gave them some exercises to work
with.

I thought it would keep them busy for the rest of the class, I was tired
myself after the weekend. I had been trying to get to know the city a little
better. I had been walking a lot around, just speaking with different people.
But things wasn't to be as I wanted. Five minutes after handing out the
exercises, and still 20 minutes left before break, a girl in the back row
handed her paper in. I thought that it was enough to do for a lot more than an
hour, but she was already done.

So, what do you want me to do, now? she asked. I didn't really know, and asked
her to sit quietly until the bell rang. I corrected her paper. She had the
correct answer on all the questions. And in the end she had given me a
question. Could I find the square root on the 253234 without using anything
but my head and pen and paper? I had to admit I couldn't.

10 minutes later, still 10 minutes to go, she came to my desk again and asked
how I was doing. I said that I wasn't able to do it, I was able to get close,
but not the correct number. Than she told me the answer; 503,22360. And you
call yourself a math teacher, she said, give me a number and I'll tell you the
answer right away.

2324, I said. 48,207887, she answered after about 10 seconds of thinking. I
sat down with my calculator to control. The girl was almost right, the last
number should have been a 3, but close enough...

Walking back to her seat, she said loud, so the rest of the class could hear
her: This guy doesn't know anything about math, fuck him.

I got very angry, both for doubting my skills and for using the f-word. I told
her to come to my office after school the same day.

The day went without anymore problems. I was sitting in my office when I heard
the knocking on the door. I told her to come in, and so she did. Her class had
just finished P.E. and she was standing in the door with the normal clothes,
but her hair was wet. She had long blonde hair down past her shoulders. She
was wearing a shirt and jeans.

So, what do you want to speak with me about? she asked. Is it because I'm too
good in math or because I said fuck? The reason I said the last thing was to
make sure I had to come to your office, you see, you're not the boss here. I
am, I have been, I will be the boss in the future too. And do you know how?
Because I'm better than you in math. Much better.

I felt a little intimidated, I knew that what she was telling me was probably
true. She even made me quiet. I was surprised, not a word came out of my
mouth.

And do you know what will happen if you don't let me be the boss? She raised
her hand and flexed it under her shirt. But I could see a muscle waking up
under the sleeve. Not only am I better than you whatever you want to compete
with me in when it comes to brain stuff, I'm also superior when it comes to
strength.

For the first time since she came to my office, I was able to say something. I
don't know, it might be. I had never been into sports, and I had heard stories
about strong young girls.

I am. Period. She said. And I don't think you want to try to find out. Come
feel my upper arm. I touched it. It wasn't as impressive as I thought it
should be. I laughed, and said that it was hard. What was there to say? I had
never felt a strong girls hand before.

Then she gave him the surprise, the biceps exploded big time. And yes, it
turned out to be really hard. Surprise? she asked. I was speechless.

I remembered suddenly that one of the girls back in my own high school had a
really flat stomach. Bach then I didn't know what it was called, and I was
still not sure. That really use to impress me back then, and I remembered she
had some "lines" down her stomach. I hadn't thought of it for a long time. But
just for fun I asked if my student also had stomach muscles too.

What do you think, you stupid ass? she said. Of course I have. Touch my
stomach, and you'll find out. No, I couldn't do that, I was the teacher, she
was my student. So I told her. Then she took my arm from her upper arm (that I
had forgotten to move) and put it onto her abs. So what do you think, you
stupid ass? she asked once more. Is this what you were thinking about? Hit me!
It's an order.

No, I couldn't hit her. I was still her teacher...

So, if you don't want to hit me, I would have to show you my body to make sure
you won't do anything against me later. I want respect. Not only for my brain,
but my body too, I want you to me another slave like all the other male
teachers in this school.

She started to unbutton her shirt. Her breasts were perfect, but large, but
firm and round. Her bra was a white sports bra. But forget her breasts... It
was what came further that impressed me. Man, this girl had abdominals! A six
pack! Two rows of bricks. So visible and so clear. I had to sit down in my
chair.

Who is the boss? she asked.

I knew this was going to be a tough, but also pleasant year in Glarus.