She's VERY happy with it

She picks up her red pen and starts to go over your paper, pointing out various items to you until the bell rings. You stand up with relief, since she didn't appear to notice your raging hard on. Suddenly, she reaches up to take your wrist. "Sit back down. We're not quite done yet." She puts down your workbook, and picks up a folder on the desk as the last of your classmates walks out of the room. "Your work has been fairly good all semester, but I'm concerned about this set of writing that was left on your desk last week."

You go totally pale and begin to stutter as you realize that the stories you wrote about your fantasies with your teacher had been found... not lost. But found by the wrong person.

She picks up her red pen again and starts making notes. "Now, your narrative prose is a little weak, at this point." She circles a passage, and looks over at you. "And I fail to see how my nipples could possibly be standing out hard as diamonds poking through my shirt when you mention that you caught a glimpse of my sexy bra through the sheer fabric. Could you explain your rationale to me?"

You're floored. She doesn't seem upset... in a way, its almost insulting how clinical that she's acting over your erotic stories in which she is the main character of your fantasies.

She sighs in frustration. "Look, I'll show you the difference." She stands, and takes off her jacket, facing you. "See? No bumps." Your eyes open wider still as she takes off first her shirt, THEN HER BRA! With a negligent toss, the bra lands on your lap, still warm from the contact with her gorgeous breasts. She slides her blouse back on and pull it a little tighter. It wasn't until that point that you noticed her breathing was a little faster and shallower. She moves her right hand and cups her right breast, the nipple making a small tent in the silk as she purrs softly. "See the difference?"