Ask the football player

You see that Seth has a pen that is the same color as the note. You approach him and say, “This looks like your writing, isn’t it, Seth?”

The blonde boy nods warily. You look at the note again and read it to yourself. It says, “Lutz makes detention worth it, doesn’t she? We should get in trouble all the time!”

You look at Seth again. “Who did you intend this for?”

Seth doesn’t answer, but he looks across the aisle at three of his teammates. They look up at you quickly and then look away.

“I want the four of you to stay after class,” you announce, ripping up the note.

“That’s not fair,” says one of the boys. “I didn’t write it!”

You look at the seating chart and identify the young man. “Danny, is it?” you ask, as you step to his desk and stand directly in front of him. “Perhaps you would prefer it if I had you come back during football practice instead?”

He opens his mouth to protest but then thinks better of it.

The rest of the detenstion period is uneventful, aside from your active imagination. As the students work on their assignments, you sit at your desk and carefully, without drawing attention to yourself, slip off your panties and hide them in your desk drawer.

When the class is over and you are finally alone with the football players, you close the door to the classroom.

“I want to talk to you boys about something,” you say, sitting on the front of your desk. You begin lecturing them about respect, manners, etc. At the beginning of your talk, your legs are crossed. The boys’ eyes all bounce down to your shapely legs, but for the most part, you keep their attention on your words.

After a few minutes, you uncross your legs, and sit so they get an unobstructed view of your shaved pussy. That’s the point you lose their attention completely — at least as far as your words go. You watch as they realize what they are seeing and then nudge one another and point between your legs. You continue to lecture, as if you are unaware of this.

Finally you stop and say, “Now, Danny, do you know why I asked you to remain after class?”

Danny looks up at you in surprise. His attention was obviously not on your words.

“You weren’t paying attention,” you say, sternly. “Stand up.”

Danny stands, nervously. His hands are tightly folded in front of him. “Put your hands to your side,” you command. Reluctantly, he obeys. Just as you suspected, the boy is sporting quite the boner. You assume a shocked expression. “What on earth have you been thinking about when you should have been listening to me?”

You address the other three boys in turn. “Seth, Cody, Jacob... Each of you stand, as well.”

Sheepishly, they do, each revealing the same affliction that Danny has. For eighteen year olds, you see a very nice wrapped assortment of possibilities. Seth, the blond, has a full-sized package. Danny, the sandy-haired boy, looks to have a bit more between the legs than his teammate. Cody, the Korean football player, is smaller in frame, and perhaps smaller in the crotch, too; it’s hard to tell with his baggy pants. It’s Jacob, the African-American, whose impressive package really gets your mouth watering.

“So none of you have been paying attention to my words,” you say. “I guess there’s just one thing left to do about this then.”