Ms. Riley wants to talk

When you get to your stats class you take a seat in the middle once again. You start pulling out your notebook and a pencil, expecting to pick up where you left off on Monday. When the bell rings, Ms. Riley greets the class and starts the day's lesson. Unsurprisingly, you were correct that class would pick up where you left off. The material is pretty easy and you don't have any trouble following along, but you notice that your teacher is still glancing at you while giving the lesson. You think she might be planning to call on you to answer a question. Despite this, you're paying a bit more attention to something other than what she's teaching. You're checking out her breast whenever she turns around, trying to tell whether she's wearing a bra today or not. If you see that pink hue at the tip of her breast again, there's no doubt that you'll be popping another boner in class. Even so, you highly doubt you'll have to stand up if she calls you to answer a question. It's a calculated risk.

After she's turned around a few times, you finally come to a conclusion. You are without a doubt, unmistakably, and completely certain that she is indeed... wearing a bra today. You place your elbow on your desk and rest your chin on your palm in disappointment. Oh well, it's probably better this way. You'd probably fail this class if she never wore a bra. This way you can at least focus on the lessons.

The class goes by with nothing eventful happening. The bell rings and everyone gets their things packed up. As you're getting out of your chair, you hear Ms. Riley calling your name.

"Alex, could you come see me for just a second?" she says from behind her desk.

This is unexpected. You walk over to her desk while the rest of the students head to the exit. Ms. Riley keeps eye contact with you as you make your way.

"This will just take a moment. How are you adjusting to this school?" she ask once you're in front of her desk.

"Pretty good," you reply.

"That's good. I want to talk to you more, but since you need get going to your next class would you be willing to stop by during lunch?"

You're a bit surprised, but after a moment of thought you decide there's no reason not to. It's not like you have any other plans, and the thought of spending lunch alone with your teacher in the classroom gets your heart beating.

"Yeah sure," you say, trying to sound confident.

"Great! I'll leave the door unlocked for you. I'll see you at lunch."

You say goodbye as you head off to your next class. You wonder what she might want to talk about. Maybe just seeing how you like it here at TMF? Or maybe she's just curious why a boy is in a town of only futa? You continue to ponder the reason during your multimedia class, but as you do, your mind wanders toward more perverted thoughts. For example, walking in to her classroom at lunch and finding Ms. Riley sitting there on her desk, her clothes nowhere to be seen. The only thing she has on is a set of sexy black lingerie, including a garter belt and stockings. Over the top of her lacy bra her nipples are almost visible, barely hidden away beneath the fabric. She beckons you over with a finger, telling you to lock the door behind you. And then...

Snap back to reality. You can feel your arousal poking up inside your pants. You scoot your chair in to make sure your lap is hidden under the table before turning your attention back to whatever the teacher's saying. Despite your best efforts, the rest of the class goes by with your mind slipping back to your fantasies again and again, until the bell finally rings for lunch.