Lincoln's Locker-Room Exam

>”You’ve got 1 minute left for your test Lincoln, I hope you’re wrapping up in there!”
>”A-Almost Ms. Dimartino,” A panicked Lincoln muffled, his stinted voice echoing from within the locker. “I’M. ALMOST. DONE!”
>Ms. Dimartino eyed the stopwatch in her hand, counting down in her head the moments until it struck zero.
>This was a particularly unorthodox method of test taking, but the young lad was at wits end and was desperate to try anything.
>Dimartino could hardly believe she allowed this. Surely it was a breach of school regulations somewhere down the line. For all she knew, Lincoln could’ve had an answer sheet hidden in there somewhere.
>The curvy substitute stretched forward, her rear end protruding out into the hallway as she moved her face closer towards the locker.
>She pursed her lips together and fixated her gaze upon the small slit of an opening in the metal door.
>Even at such a close distance it was too dark to make out what was happening on the other side.
>”Come on… just a LITTLE more…”A series of grunts and moans could be heard emanating from within. Lincoln must have been on the verge of completion.
>”Is everything alright in there Lincoln,” the substitute spoke in a sultry tone that even she was blissfully unaware of. Maybe it was just her accent. Maybe it was something more. “Do you want me to come in there?”
>*BAM*
>A loud slam rocked not just the locker Lincoln was in but the adjacent ones as well.
>Dimartino recoiled from the surprise. It nearly gave the hot blooded instructor a heart attack.
>*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
>The stopwatch’s timer went off and not a second later, the locker door swung open.


>Lincoln stepped out of the locker one trembling foot at a time. An air of anxiety surrounded the boy.
>The white haired student gripped his test and scantron tightly. Any tighter and the papers would have been ripped to shreds.
>His hunched body quivered and his eyes bulged. The collar of his orange polo was drenched in sweat and the kid was hyperventilating like a mad man.
>Despite all that he had a particularly satisfied expression. A well deserved one too.
>Mr. Dimartino placed a hand on her chest, taken aback by the lad’s strained disposition. It looked like he had just ran a marathon and a half.
>”Lincoln, I take it you finished your—”
>Dimartino’s words were quickly cut off.
>Lincoln extended his hand forward, handing the wrinkled papers to the substitute. That action took the words right out of her mouth.
>”THANKS MS.DIMARTINO SEE YOU TOMORROW BYE.” Lincoln blurted out, making sure not to so much as make eye contact with the woman.
>As quickly as Lincoln had handed off his work, he was gone. Dimartino didn’t even get a chance to reciprocate the farewell.
>”Good... bye Lincoln...”
>The confused substitute scratched her head. She stared at the trail of dust left in the young boy’s wake.
>Whatever his reasons for this roundabout approach, hopefully it proved to be an effective way of improving his grades.
>Dimartino peeked to her side, taking notice of the evacuated locker.
>”Tsk tsk tsk.” the bombshell of a teacher placed a hand against her hip. The kid couldn’t even bring himself to close the dang door.
>Dimartino’s eyes darted both ways down the hall. Not a soul or janitor around. Silence was her company.
>The woman’s mind raced back to her earlier thoughts.
>What if Lincoln DID in fact have a method of cheating on him at the time? She would have had no way of knowing. She really should have took it upon herself to check before hand.
>Dimartino glanced around one final time.
>The substitute teacher squinted her eyes and inched towards the young boy’s unlocked locker.
>’Surely one little peek wouldn’t hurt,’ the suspicious lady thought to herself before diving into the student’s personal space.


>The woman casually sifted through a series of textbooks. She was searching for something or other and at the same time, nothing in particular. She lifted the spare polo and examined the posters adorned within.
>Nothing suspicious. ‘Perhaps I was just she was overthinking things,’ the gorgeous instructor thought.
 >Dimartino finished up her search and pulled back out of the locker.
>Her retreating hand ran across the cold steel interior of the locker doorway when something caught her attention.
>The woman’s brows perked up. Her fingers twiddled as she pulled back.
>”Well now, what have we here?” The curious educator spoke with intrigue.
>Her fingers returned with something she wasn’t quite expecting.
>A mysterious ooze coated the distal end of her digits. It was warm and viscous to the touch.
>It was a white substance that contrasted well with her delicious, brown skin. It didn’t take an expert to identify its true nature.
>“Oh my word!” Dimartino gasped, her digits still unconsciously playing with the naughty fluid.
>Her face crossed the entire emotional spectrum in the span of a second. She was shocked, disgusted, intrigued and enraged all at once.
>The investigating teacher quickly motioned her gaze towards the spot she made contact with.
>“¡AY MIERDA!” The well endowed woman covered her mouth and was appalled at the sight she witnessed.  It wasn’t often she swore in her native tongue but when it happened, there was typically a good reason.
>Along the back end of the door was a white, semi translucent streak that slowly dripped down along the cold frame of the locker. The door was absolutely glazed. It was unmistakable.
>His sparse words. Those guttural sounds. The refusal to make eye contact. The sudden exit.
> Dimartino buried her face into her palms upon the sudden realization. She felt second hand the embarrassment Lincoln must have experienced moments earlier.
> Oh god, that damn kid!” Dimartino lifted her face up. The woman cracked a smirk, trying her hardest to hold back the explosive laughter welling up within.
>The substitute teacher slammed the boy’s locker shut, still giggling the whole time.
>”The absolute guts that little monster had!” The woman’s thick accent failed to accurately portray how baffled she truly was. She shook her head in disbelief and amusement the whole way down the hall. “He should consider himself lucky I don’t report him to the principal for that!”


>Ms. Dimartino exited the building and approached her car. She had a feeling she was going to be thinking about this little incident for months.
>She reached for the handle to her door but stopped momentarily. Her gaze was stuck upon her own hand, the very same one that was subjected to the internal furnishings of that dirty troublemaker.
>The wondering  teacher raised her hand up to her face. Overwhelmed with a brief burst of excitement and temptation, she did something not even she was expecting.
>Her tongue extended out, trailing up and down the length of her own fingers. The woman sensually lapped up the lingering taste of the young boy that remained on her person. It was tangy and sweet. Quite the delicious treat.
>Dimartino felt like a girl back in college, doing wild and reckless things in the spur of the moment.
>She couldn’t believe she had taken a taste of one of her student’s very own essence.  It was no big deal right? It’s not like he was actually her own student. It didn’t matter, there was no way to justify what she had did.
>The brown skinned woman felt her heart race. That was so very wrong but she did enjoy the rush, almost as much as the taste.
>Something told her she was going to be having a long talk with Lincoln after class tomorrow. She was already looking forward to it.