Gianna Sinclair

Gianna’s uniform, a white button up with a green blazer and a blue wool skirt, is perfectly crisp. You notice, as you discuss the syllabus for the year, that she’s wearing stockings which is somewhat abnormal for her generation. Not that you mind. Her legs are perfect and you’d always liked that look on women. She wears her straight, brunette hair down and constantly has to retuck her hair behind her ears as she writes. Halfway through the period, she takes off her blazer and you get a better look at her perky breasts. The sun streaming through the window gives you a hint of the outline of her bra through her shirt. As the girls start streaming out of the classroom, you look down at your notes and see that Gianna has just turned 18 in August. You smile. That’s the thing that seals your interest in your student.

“Miss Sinclair, could you come over here? I like to meet with my students one on one at the start of the year.”