Paying attention to teacher

Connor grabbed a seat at an otherwise empty table near the front, and opened his books. Ms Fern was talking about how to divide the remaining revision time before finals, having already finished the curriculum for the course ahead of schedule. Connor had actually planned this out by now (or more accurately Joan had told him her schedules from when she'd sat the class the previous semester) and so he felt he could let his mind wander a bit as he tried to make sense of the day so far.

Maybe, he thought, Joan just needed to feel a bit jealous to make some moves on me. Or maybe she's been waiting for me to make a move, and I've never done it and she was frustrated, and that's why she's jealous but horny when I was ogling that lady on the road, and what's up with Alison? I've never even known her outright say she thought a guy was cute, let alone talk to one, let alone grab one like that... and her best friend's boyfriend? That's not like her at all? Is there something I'm not getting - could she have -

"AHEM!" said Ms Fern, from about five inches from his left ear. Connor looked around with a guilty start. She was leaning down to put her mouth near his ear, and so he stared straight into her eyes. His heart was still racing with shock, and he found himself really looking into her eyes for the first time, and realized they weren't brown at all, but some kind of amber. He was taking in the rest of her face from her black hair tied up in a bun to the way her canines were slightly longer than her other front teeth, giving her grin a slightly predatory aspect as she smiled at his shock.

"If you'd like to return to the classroom from Cloud Cuckoo-land..." said Ms Fern as she straightened back up, leaving Connor with a view down her sweater vest as her chest passed his eye level.. He had never been "hot for teacher" like half the rest of the class (and not just the boys) - he'd just not been that interested in girls. Not like that, so much, anyway. But he could definitely appreciate the curves of her body as she walked back to the whiteboard and began repeating her last minute's speech. She didn't look too mad at him, anyway.

Man, I've got to get it together. I can't think of sex all day! he thought, I mean, Joan kind of provoked it. And Alison, which is so weird. But I was staring at Joan's breasts in the car, before any of the weirdness. He was barely aware that he was staring at Fern's ass in its black pencil skirt, nor that his heartbeat was suddenly accelerating once more.