No. He's not that crazy

Yes, a part of Matt wanted to suggest that, if he got her height right, he could measure her tits next. But really, even if Ms. Chadra was interested, she wasn't going to go along with that kind of suggestion the first day they met. Just getting her standing there, essentially modeling herself and giving him permission to look at her without having to hide it, was a major step in the right direction.

Now, if he could figure out how to use trig to actually figure out how tall she was, he might actually get a decent grade, impress his sexy instructor, and who knew what else.

But how the heck was he supposed to do that? Might as well start by measuring the distance from Ms. Chadra to his desk.

Ms. Chadra waited patiently as he used a ruler to measure the distance from her feet to the feet of his desk. Then, with a protractor, he calculated a rough guess at the angle from the feet of his desk to Ms. Chadra's head.

"Very good." Her slightly accented voice sounded throaty and sexy to Matt. Once again, his cock hardened, tenting out his jeans. He was going to have to consider wearing looser pants if he didn't want to be in constant trouble.

With two angles and one side calculated, Matt returned to his desk and took out his phone.

Ms. Chadra came and stood behind him, her sweetly scented breath showing how closely she was behind him as he tried to work out the trigonometric formula. Should it be a sin function or a tangent? Surely Ms. Chadra's height was the opposite side of the triangle. And the formula was... right tangent opposite/adjacent. He could do this. So the tangent of the angle was...

He punched the numbers into Google and hit enter on his phone. "Five feet four inches," he announced.

"Very nice, Matt. If you keep up the good work, there's no reason you shouldn't do well in this class."