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Erika was popular in school but not for good reasons. She mainly had guy friends because she used her body to get what she wanted. She loved fucking.

Her body was attractive to say the very least. Her breasts were almost a D cup. Her hair was light brown and was tied behind her head by a ponytail.

Anyway, one day, after classes, she was putting things into her locker as the hallway was empty, wearing a blue sweater and tight skirt. Dropping a book, she bended down to pick it up, unaware that someone was not too far off.

Suddenly, as she was bending down, someone swiftly slap her ass, making it jiggle slightly before grapping a cheek. Erika couldn't beleive it and she jumped up a bit.

 

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Henry Young was 31 years old, been teaching high school History for five years. He was an army vet who got his degree after he was discharged. He stood at 5'8, he had short brown hair and eyes. He had an athletic runners build. On top of teaching idiot high schoolers he was the assistant track coach. The head track coach was Mr. Seymour, a 63 year old science teacher, so Mr. Young has to do most of the work with the track team. Mrs. Scott, the girls track coach, was easily 200 pounds, so once again, Henry Young ended up doing most of the work out on the field.

He sat behind his desk, red pen in hand marking the senior class research projects. It killed him that these kids were so stupid. He had been reprimanded by the principle for his "Harsh Grading" practices. Basically as long as a kid knew that the United States won WWII he didn't have an argument to fail a student.

The last bell had rang over an hour ago. He picked up his empty water bottle and shook it. He pushed away from the desk and stood up. He headed over to the door, he was still in his loose track shorts and the t-shirt bearing the idiotic mascot, it was suppose to be a Wild-Cat, but it look more like a house cat.

He opened the door and stepped in the hallway. Shockingly someone was still there. Blue sweater and a tight skirt, she was shorter than him and had that same arrogant stance of all teenage girls took when they realized that they weren't the ugly duckling.

She dropped a book as his running shoes padded down the hallway. She bent over and he watched her black skirt pull tight across her hips. His mind wandered to the thoughts of his wife, off visiting her pushy parents again, her gut already grown past her B cup breasts and her ass had never been as tight as the bending girl.

Without thinking he reached out and slapped that tight young ass and couldn't help but chuckle as she jumped. "Hey Ms. Erika what are you doing here so late?"