Teaching Intent Ch

"Hey Greg I heard you're leaving teaching to be a photographer," said Nadia Tempo.

"What? Who told you that?"

"I saw the pictures you took of Caroline and Marge."

The tone of the conversation implied she had not seen all the pictures he took of those girls. "So what's the verdict? Did I do a good job?"

"Yea, they're great. Is there a coworker discount if Zoe wants some pictures?"

"It's still a hobby right now. I don't even know what would be a fair price. I'll do it for free if you credit me like Caroline and Marge did. Help me get my name out."

"Sounds great to me."

Greg smiled as he ate. He thought about Zoe, Nadia's daughter. She was a senior in Greg's math class. She was a black woman with light brown skin. Greg previously google searched her. She had a fairly large online presence, but the vast majority of pictures she posted where headshots. Her hair straight, jet black, and shiny. Her make-up always flawless. Her skin perfect. Her eyebrows neatly trimmed into a thin bold line.

She had some bikini shots online, but they were random candids that could've been more flattering. Her breasts flatter than he knew them to be in most of the pictures. His favorite picture of her was the Halloween one. She wore tiny black shorts that blended in with her dark skin. Over that a cheap plastic grass skirt that was more of a loin cloth than a true skit. On top she wore a red tube top that squeezed her breasts and showed off the cleavage he knew she had.

* * *

The Midwinter formal occurred in January the Sunday before MLK day. Greg met Tempos at the local community college that afternoon. Zoe's father worked there and got them into their administrative building.

Zoe wore a bright red strapless dress. The sweetheart neckline pressed against her breasts causing cleavage to spill out all over. It looked like a bright red ribbon on a Christmas present, but he didn't get a chance to make that comment with her parents so close.

The material covering her stomach looked thinner. Vertical lines formed a V meeting near her naval. There was a small narrow triangle of skin exposed with the point just above her naval.

For the first set of photos Zoe stood in front of a large wooden door with her hands on her hips. She had a gorgeous smile.

They next moved to the stairs where Greg got a picture with her knee and lower leg poking out of the slit in the dress. Greg was very complimentive, but also measured and generic with his words. "Gorgeous smile, perfect pose, the camera loves you."

When the session was over he gave Zoe and Nadia each a hug, arms high on the back and hips pushed back. Zoe's father got a firm handshake and they were off.

* * *

The following Tuesday Greg asked Zoe about the dance.

"It was fun."

"Was your date a good dancer?"

"I don't need a date to have fun."

For two weeks he repeatedly tried to engage her in conversation, but it was always short responses. She generally answered without even looking at him. It was a huge disappointment.

Greg had made a bet that he could bang all 9 girls in a friend group, a statement he made after admiring a photo of their group from Halloween. In the fall he had slept with 5 of them. He used the photographer angle to get with Marge then Caroline, but it just wasn't working with Zoe. A month later he was worried that he was going to lose this bet.

As far as he could tell she wasn't in any clubs or sports. She easily maintained an A-minus, and had no desire to aim for an A-plus, so the tutoring angle was out the window. Then on the ides of March, he finally struck a lucky break.

By this point in time Mr. G would obsessively look at Zoe every other minute. Never for too long, trying to play it off as a normal teacher scanning the room, observing everyone. On this particular day Zoe was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a tiny black and white plaid skirt. Her crossed mocha legs certainly helped draw his repeated eye moments. And while looking there he saw a black device under her leg.

He sighed and walked over to her. "Hey Zoe I need you to turn in your phone."

"What? I don't have my phone."

"You do. You're sitting on it."

"Why you staring at my legs?"

"I don't think I was, but rules are rules. I need the phone."

"Well how'd you see it if you weren't looking?"

"I wish I didn't see it, but here we are. Please turn it over."

"What if I don't turn it over?"

"I'll fill out a form for the admin and they'll give you a detention or suspension based on your history."

She sighed and handed it over.

The bell rang just as he took possession of the phone. "You almost made it."

"Can I have it back then?"

He chuckled. "No, but swing back during lunch." He turned his back to her and headed to his desk. With her phone in his hand he touched the screen with his thumb and to his surprise the phone was still unlocked.

Greg was off next period. He spent the entirety of that period scrolling through her phone trolling for information. He looked at every picture. He airdropped a lot to himself -- bikini pictures, the very short dress she wore to homecoming, and of course the topless selfies he found. He then scrolled through her text messages and found the boy she sent the picture to. He briefly checked her email, but there was so much junk in there; wasn't worth the effort.

* * *

"Hey Mr. G.," Zoe said as she entered his room just after the lunch bell. "Sorry about being on my phone in class. I promise it won't happen again."

"Yea, about that. I found some disturbing things on your phone that I feel obligated to report to your mom."

Zoe's jaw dropped. "You went through my phone!"

"And let that serve as a reminder for why you don't bring your phone to class."

"What did you see?"

"It's not my job to parent you, but your mom has a right to know what you've been texting your boyfriend."

"I can get you fired for looking at naked pictures of me."

"I didn't solicit them and you can't fire someone for enjoying what they accidentally saw. I discovered them and immediately reported them as I'm supposed to."

"So you already told her?"

"Well actually it's next on my to-do list."

"So is there a way I can talk you out of it?"

"Well, if something really distracting happened then I'm sure I wouldn't notice if you grabbed it on the way out."

Zoe nodded and closed the door.

Greg smirked as she walked towards him.

Her face was best described as resigned. She knelt before Greg and undid his belt buck and then pants. She grabbed his semi-erect dick and pulled it out of his boxers. She stretched out her tongue and gave a lick along the length of his shaft.

Her hand started moving up and down the shaft his dick while she kissed and sucked on the tip. Her tongue would give it periodic massaging flicks.

Greg closed his eyes. A shiver ran down his body when Zoe's second hand fondled his balls. Her fingers especially rubbed the back side of his scrotum. Greg let out a long deep relaxed breath while he subtly pushed his hips towards her.

Greg took out his phone. Zoe's eyes tracked his phone, but her mouth and hands kept diligently attuned to their task. Greg snapped a picture of Zoe working his rock hard dick.

Zoe pulled her mouth back from his dick, but kept a firm grip on his shaft. "Now that's something you can be fired for."

"Stand up," Greg ordered. She complied. "Take off your shirt." She did it without protest. Underneath she wore a black bra with wove in floral pattern. "Bra too." Without question she reached back and undid her bra. Her medium sized breasts had large dark nipples. "The skirt you can keep on, but the panties have to go."

Zoe looked like she was biting her tongue, but she complied all the same. She kicked off her shoes and then left her panties on the floor. They matched her bra.

"Sit on the table and spread your legs." She complied but she sat further back on the table than he wanted. He placed his hands on her smooth skin and inched her but to the edge. He moved chairs for her feet to rest on to keep her knees high. Her exposed pussy had manicured hair. Shaved edges forming a neat rectangle. The black curly hair was trimmed to have a uniform height.

Greg instructed her to lean back and arch her back. Her breasts fell to either side. He took one picture with her looking straight at the camera and another with her looking to the side.

"If I get fired, absolutely everyone you will ever know will see these pictures." She nodded in compliance. "Now kiss me."

She leaned forward and kissed his neck. His nostrils filled with the strong sweet scent of her perfume. Her hands rubbed his back. His hands slid up and down her smooth legs. His hanging dick poked at her pussy. She inched forward. The tip of his dick pressed against her pussy. Her hands grabbed his face and turned it to the side. She kissed and nibbled on his ear. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him. His dick slid into her warm pussy. He hips pumped vigorously.

Her legs lifted up in the air. Her hands came off his face and fell back to support herself. She arched her back and leaned back away from him. His eyes scanned her flawless dark skin. The light almost shined off her.

Her medium-sized breasts bounced with each of his thrusts. He pumped harder and harder. She let out a single "ugh" as a high pitched squeal. She bit her tongue. She slid her ass closer to him so that a part of it hung over the edge. Her muscles tightened. Her back ached. Her legs were tired. It felt good, but there was no mistaking why she was there. She was there for his lust.

Then he suddenly stopped thrusting. His dick pumping his cum deep into her pussy. His eyes glided over her body as came. She was turned away from him. He thought about leaning in and kissing her breasts, but then decided against it.

He pulled out his dick and started to zip up, but there were some love making stains on his pants. He took his belt out of the loops, scooped her panties off the ground and shuffled stepped over to his cabinet where he kept a spare pair of pants.

Zoe grabbed bra and turtleneck off the table, and put those back on. Greg's new pants were back on when she realized her panties were gone.

"Um, I'm in a skirt. I'm going to need those back."

"It's not that short. Looks fingertip length. Just don't spread your legs when you sit and no one will notice."

"Asshole," she muttered under her breath. Zoe grabbed her phone and walked out the door.