She walked to the kitchen, took a bottle of orange juice out of the fridge, took a long gulp, and went out the back door so she didn't have to talk to her grandmother.

The skirt was so tight that it hugged her ass shamefully. Her cute swing and sway was super sexy. She walked the hall at Marlboro High.

Mr. Maxwell caught up with her. He walked beside her.

"Hello," he said.

"Say, do I have to come to class now that I have an A?" Missy asked.

"Yes, you better, but you don't have to do any assignments or homework. You best be there for the tests too, so no one gets suspicious. Okay?"

"Sure," she said.

"Look, there's fifteen minutes before class. Why don't you come to my office for a while?"

"Why?"

"I'll show you something," he said.

"You'll like it."

"Okay, then," she said.

She waited near the water fountain for a minute, then walked to his office and went in. Mr. Maxwell was standing beside his desk. He took her in his arms and kissed her.

"No, don't," she whispered.

His hands caressed her incredible curvy ass. He cupped the asscheeks and squeezed. His cock leaped to a thick, throbbing hard-on. Missy felt the bulge against her.

"No," she whispered.

"I have this for you," he said, pulling away from her. "I wanna do what we did before, okay."

He handed her a crisp, fifty-dollar bill.

"Huh… what?" Missy said, surprised, staring at the green cash.

"Take it. It's yours. It's for you, Missy," he said.

"Well, I mean… well really, sir. This is for me?"

"Sure."

"What do you want me to do for it?"

"You know," he smiled.

"Masturbate your cock again, like yesterday?"

"Okay."

"Oh, darling," he gasped, his hands roaming on her hips.

He slid her skirt up, higher. Higher the pink denim went until it was on her waist again, revealing her pussy-packed white panties.