Not really. Ms. Chadra likes it

"Studies of learning," Ms. Chadra announced to the class, "demonstrate that students often learn best by teaching one another. I noticed that Matt and Debby are working together to make sure they get last night's exercises correct. I suggest that everyone team up with the person next to you and review the homework. Copying is not allowed. You've got to do it, but you can work out the answers together."

Matt exhaled a sigh of relief... too quickly. Ms. Chadra grabbed him by the ear. "On the other hand," she whispered, "just correcting wrong answers doesn't help. Now, I want you to demonstrate to Debby, step by step, how to go through the question and arrive at the answer."

"Yes, Ms. Chadra," he said.

Debby slid her desk right next to his so she could follow him as he set up the problem, flipped through the textbook, a nice clean new one so unlike the battereed ones he'd been issued back in L.A. Public Schools, and found the pages where they'd explained the process.

Debby rested her hand on his thigh as he pointed out the steps to the solution and he could have sworn he felt the weight of Ms. Chadra's tits on his shoulders but he didn't dare look back to make sure.

Finally, Debby laughed. "I see where I went wrong now. Matt, you are so brilliant."

"Very nice." Ms. Chadra's voice was husky, sexy. Damn, Matt had never gotten the whole MILF porn thing. All of a sudden, he saw the appeal. Adult women, comfortable with their sexuality and filled with the assurance of a decade or more of adulthood, could exude appeal in a way that young women simply didn't have the experience to do. That didn't mean he would prefer middle-aged women to girls his age, but he certainly wouldn't turn them down, either.