Held After Class

As I walk into Ms. Hart's classroom I am not sure if I am less or more scared than before now that I know her on a personal level.

"Chris, over here man. I saved you a seat." says Bobby. He is wearing a trucker's hat that says "FBI: Federal Booby Inspector"

"Man, I'm sorry about last time. Did you get in some serious trouble?" he asks.

"No. It's fine" I say.

"You didn't tell her it was me did you?" he asks.

"Ha, I didn't give you up. Don't worry." I assure him.

"You are a true friend bro. I owe you. Here comes the ice queen now." He says.

Ms. Hart walks in and most of the conversations quiet down immediately. She struts down the stairs and sets her things on her desk. I give a small wave to her, but she ignores me.

"Alright, everyone settle down and take your seats." She instructs.

Hmph, I guess she wants to keep the relationship strictly professional at school. Even though I am dating her daughter.

"If she loosened up a little and dressed differently she would be one hot MILF." Bobby whispers to me.

Bobby doesn't say anything else the rest of class. We listen as Ms. Hart instructs us all on literary pros.

"And that's all I have for you today. Your papers are graded, I'll have my TA pass them out now. Once you've gotten your paper you may leave. If you have questions about the grade received feel free to come talk to me, I'll just be at my desk while the papers are being passed out." She explains to the class.

"D-! Shit, this is gonna kill my GPA." Bobby exclaims after he gets his paper. "Hey you got a note on yours, what does it say?"

"See me after class." I read aloud the note scribbled at the top of my returned paper in red ink.

"Oooh, looks like you may not be off the hook after all. It was nice knowing you bro. Don't mention my name! Haha!" he says, and with that he is gone.

What does she want to see me for? She already told me to forget about the drawing incident. Maybe she wants to make sure I understand her expectations with Aubrey?

I stand back and wait for Ms. Hart to finish speaking with the small line of students that have formed.

All probably unhappy about their grade.

I take the time to look over and admire her.

She is dressed in the usual get up, it hardly ever changes from day to day. She has on black professional looking heels. A long black skirt that goes past her knees. On top she wears a white button up blouse, and that is covered mostly by a gray cardigan. Her dark red hair is tied up in a tight bun at the top of her head. She has on her horn rimmed glasses, and the only jewelry is a long black pearl necklace and two small hoop hearings.

Despite her efforts to dress modestly, her full hour glass figure outline can still be seen. And even behind a baggy blouse and cardigan you know there are some mammoth tits hidden in there.

She probably over compensates since she's a woman and wants to be taken seriously.

With the last student dealt with she turns to organize some papers on her desk. Apparently forgetting about me.