Why not, she's probably already seen you anyway.

Saying hi to Mrs. Thompson is a pretty anti-climactic thing to do after having had sex for the first time, but you need to get to school anyway and she'll probably offer you a lift.

You trudge across the street and meet her on the sidewalk near her car, an old blue Toyota. At this point, you’re just praying that Raven has the good sense not to appear from behind the hedge. That might spark questions you’d really prefer not to discuss with Mrs. Thompson.

As you expected, Mrs. Thompson immediately offers you a lift to school, her high-pitched voice talking so quickly you have no chance to refuse. You sigh, prepared to go along with the teacher but knowing it’ll be impossible to fantasize about what just happened with Raven while sitting next to a woman who rivals Margaret Thatcher for possessing the complete opposite of sex appeal.

But suddenly, in the space it takes for a front door to slam, your luck changes. Jenna Thompson bounces out of her house--and she is bouncing today! Hot in every way her mother isn’t, Jenna is able to turn you on just by walking in your direction, wearing a short black skirt and a tight blue top. There’s no way she’s wearing a bra, even though she clearly could use the support. You can’t understand how boring Mrs. Thompson lets her daughter dress this way, but you thank your lucky stars for it.

Jenna is sexy enough to achieve the difficult accomplishment of being in your grade’s cool clique despite having a mom who teaches at the school. Normally, she’d never give a second glace to a nerd like you, let alone speak to you. But something seems to be different today.

Mrs. Thompson asks Jenna to clean off the backseat of the car because they’re giving you a lift, and Jenna gives you a seductive smile, and a wink! Even stranger, as she moves past you to the car, she gets closer than she needs to, and you could swear she lets her hand brush across the front of your crotch. You can’t see her face clearly as she moves past, but you get the brief impression that she licked her lips as her hand felt how hard you are.

You can’t begin to figure out why Jenna is teasing you like this after ignoring you for years, but you don’t have a chance to think about it. Leaning into the car to clean off the backseat causes Jenna’s already-short skirt to ride up even further, giving you a clear view of her long, smooth legs and the back of her tan thighs. She seems to be leaning down into the car more than is strictly necessary, and soon you start catching glimpses of the bottom of her firm ass and the flash of a lacy red thong. You desperately want to reach out and start rubbing.

The horny part of your brain manages to convince the rest of you that Jenna is clearly inviting your hand. Why else would she act this way? Her mother is on the other side of the car, fumbling in her purse for her keys, and there’s no way she can see. If Jenna shrieks, you can always claim you slipped on the wet grass. Hundreds of rationalizations stream through your head, but deep down, you know how dumb this is. Eye on the prize: getting caught by a teacher while molesting her daughter would definitely get in the way of going on today’s field trip.