I like Pasta

Ms. Lovett really can cook some mean spaghetti! The scents of garlic and tomato wafted through the air as you rounded the block toward her house. Yet while your mouth and tongue were feasting on the delicious fare in front of you, your eyes feasted on Ms. Lovett. She wore a floral dress, very appropriate for the rapidly approaching fall. The color of falling leaves really accentuated her red hair, and the dark green trim brought out her eyes.

But the most obvious feature of her dress was that fact that it didn?t exactly fit her. The bottom half hugged her curves very nicely, but the top half was clearly made for someone with a chest size at least 2 cups sizes and a few inches smaller. The dress hugged obscenely against her chest, and every time she adjusted her top half, her jiggling breasts sent shivers up your spine (and through your cock).

Even now, as you finish your meal, you find every excuse to stare at Ms. Lovett and her fantastic chest. You are reasonably sure that she has caught you once or twice, but she has declined to say anything about it. You are too dazed by this woman to really care overly much about that.

Ms. Lovett clears the table, and starts talking to you regarding the Egypt trip. Or, as it turns out, she is talking AT you, because you only pay enough attention to maintain the flow of the conversation. The rest of your mind is occupied with imagining what her huge tits look like under that dress. They seem so perfectly round and buoyant. You swear you can see her nipples poking through the fabric.

You are snapped back to the present by a lull in the conversation. Ms. Lovett is looking at you, waiting for a response. Sheepishly, you look at her and say, ?I?m sorry Ms. Lovett?I guess I?m a little distracted today. ?

She chuckles softly, before answering, ?I can see that! It?s the dress, isn?t it?? You look up as you feel a lump develop in your throat ? she caught you staring, and now she?s going to tell you off! ?It?s my favorite dress,? she continues, ?as fall is my favorite season. I love all the colors, the warm breezes, and the smells of nature during that time of year.? She pauses a moment, apparently lost in thought. You have NO idea where this is going. Does she not care that you?ve spent the last half hour staring at her lovely melons, her hips and her curvy ass?

Suddenly, she looks up at you and says, ?James, come here and stand beside me, please.?

Before you arrived at Miss Lovett?s, you took the time to ?take care of business,? but that still hasn?t kept you from developing a huge erection in the presence of this woman. Resigned to your fate, you go and stand next to Ms. Lovett. She looks straight down at your bulging pants. ?No wonder you can?t concentrate, James! I know that must be painful.? She then looks up wryly, and comments, ?You know, young man, you should have been suspended many times over, for concealing a bat and bringing it to school every day.? This is how so many fantasies of you and Miss Lovett have started in your mind. You can?t believe this is actually happening!

Miss Lovett adopts a more business like tone as she continues. ?Look, James. You are one of my favorite students. It has been one of my greatest pleasures to see you develop into the young man you have become today. I?d like to help you earn a spot on the trip. But we need to do something to help your concentration today.?

Did you just hear her correctly?

?So James,? she continues, ?What would help you concentrate??