Class isn't as hard as he'd thought

It was distracting sitting next to Wendy. She had a great pair of legs and she kept crossing and recrossing them. Every time she did, Matt mentally blanked.

Still, Ms. Chadra made the trig relationships super-clear. Before too long, he was nodding along with Ms. Chadra. In fact, he sets up a little trig experiment. If she's ten feet away and there's a 5 degree angle between the top of her breast and the bottom, he should be able to use trig to figure out exactly how big her tits are. If his first trig teacher had explained things that clearly, he would have gotten it in a second.

He's taking notes like crazy, only pausing to check out Wendy's legs when he seems movement, and then he realizes he could measure her legs as well.

"Wow," Wendy whispered. "You're really getting into this trig thing, aren't you?"

"Uh, yeah." He wondered if he should explain his plan to measure Ms. Chadra's tits, then decides this might be a little premature. "Ms. Chadra seems to be better at explaining things than my old teacher."

"She's really pretty, isn't she?"

Matt shrugged. He knew a trick question when he heard one. Ms. Chadra was exotic looking, with dark skin and dark eyes, plus a pair of tits that had to be basketball sized. But she was old enough to be his mother. Besides, his sister had made it clear that admiring other females was something a guy had to be careful with. "I guess. She's a teacher."

"Yeah."

"If you're quite done with your private conversation." All of a sudden, Ms. Chadra was right in his face. Her tunic wasn't low-cut but it did have a slit that gave him a nice look down her cleavage.