English Class

English was always your best subject (not to mention, the easiest class in the whole school) and you felt good about it being the start of every school day. Mrs. Brown was the teacher, a younger woman who just started work there. She was tall and slender, with gorgeous brown hair and big eyes that sparkle. The desks in her classroom were lower than most others, so students would often ask for her help just to make her bend down, letting the owner of the desk stare down her often flowy blouse and those behind her to admire her perfect ass. It almost made you feel bad to objectify Mrs. Brown in this way, she was one of the nicest and most caring teachers you had ever met. But woe is he who tries to control his own urges.

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The bell rings as everyone takes their seats. You and Emma always sit next to each other. At the desks in front of you sit two of Cassie's friends as well as Ferris, a hot-shot who thinks he runs the whole school. You've had a few encounters with him over the years, none of them pleasant. He always belittles and bullies you in front of others. But in English, even he couldn't take a break from staring down the brunette beauty of a teacher, so you were safe.

Mrs. Brown: "Heyyy, good morning everyone! Did anyone have trouble on the homework last night?"

Shit, the homework. You had completely forgotten. Maybe it'll fix itself if you don't say anything.

Student 1: "Actually yeah, could you come take a look at mine?"

Mrs. Brown: "Of course!"

She walks over to the desk across from yours and bends over, looking over the student's paper. Her ass is right in front of you, squeezed into extremely tight skinny jeans. As she bends low, you can faintly see the outline of her pussy in under the pants. God how you wish you could just reach forward and grab it. You notice the student she's helping grinning wildly as he gets a long look at her bra and bust.

Mrs. Brown: "There you go, now, any other questions? Good, I'll take everyone's homework now."

Eventually she gets to your desk.

You: "Umm so sorry... I forgot about it..."

Mrs. Brown: "*groans* Ohhh Mr. Davenport what to do about you. That's alright, just come see me before you leave school today."

You: "Al... alright."

The class proceeds as usual. See her after school? What could she mean by that? Your mind fills with a fantasy of her face sunk down into your crotch, sucking the life out of you. Uh oh, you're getting a boner. Better pay attention.

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The bell rings and your boner is finally gone. Everyone grabs their backpacks and begins heading out of the class. You and Emma say goodbye as you split to go to different classes. Next up is Math. Damn it. You hate Math. The only good thing about it is that you'll get to sit next to... her...