Ryan's mind is on her origin.

Ms. Ryan looked as young and lush as ever. She definitely has the body of a woman. A woman just thirty who has taken a spin class or two, but also will pig out on ice cream given the chance. She has wide birthing hips and just a little stomach that hangs over a pencil skirt.

Taylor and him worked on the group project assigned in class together. Taylor lit up like a globe when his eyes silently drifted over to her as a signal of proposed partnership. She didn't need more than that, and scooched her desk over next to his.

The work was filled with soft jokes, eager smiles, swapping ink, and secret codes slipped back and forth. A few knees even brushed against each other--a shock ran up both their thighs at the same time. Muscles tensing, juices flowing, inhibitions hardening.

Taylors hand twitched under the table, her hand was so close to his... she just had to reach down and touch it. A few times she almost did by accident, and managed to quickly apologize for grazing his leg accidentally. She fantasized about Watson finding her panties later this evening, and imagining what he would do with them.

Will he smell them? Will he use them to pleasure himself? Will he cum in them and let it dry..? Maybe he'll wear them and slowly get hard thinking about me. Maybe he'll even wear them to school... Unlikely, but this class needs to end soon or I'll need a change of pants.

Ryan looked down at the class doing their work dutifully. All shapes and sizes of students. All young, passion-thread and erect. Deep beneath her professional and calm demeanor, Ms. Ryan hid a ferocious groveling beast of lust. From the first moments of her puberty her mind blossomed with fantasy and possibility. For most this feeling wains and thins as one reaches maturity, but not Ryan. Her mind stayed youthful and fresh with desire. Unfortunately, as a youth she'd been frightfully shy and had a gluttonous stomach. Such a waste was her young body! Flush with desire and eagerness, but unable to give or receive it. She spent her teenage years indulging her desires online, seeking out all manner of kink and stranger to satisfy her thirst. By the time she went to college, she had amassed hundreds of nude pictures of herself and others on her phone, and had narrowed down her kinks to a few key categories. No part of Ms. Ryan was attracted to women, or was gay, but one of her kinks was femboys. She liked to see young men dressed up in stockings, panties, lace bras, on all fours with their shaven asshole in the air, waiting to be penetrated by her. In her mind she'd use a strap on, or just her fingers and tongue were fine too. There wasn't a spirit domination in her. She didn't want to shame or demean anyone. In her mind, the fun about the scenario is all set in trust. Trust that this young man believes she just wants to make him feel pleasure, and she gets pleasure from him trusting her. She didn't even mind if the boy was quite hairy, sometimes she even preferred it. This was all in Ryan's mind of course, she has never had the pleasure of partaking in such a vision.

Another kink of hers, as she had gotten older, was young men who had just turned 18. Of course this was not strange when she was a young adult. But her desire remained as she aged into her late twenties and early thirties. She would never tell, but this was a large driver of her decision to become a teacher. A plethora of young supple boys to watch and fantasize about.

In Ryan's life she had only ever had one fleshly sexual experience. She was a freshman in college. She was getting fit and thin, eating better, and taking care of her body as she always wanted to. There was a young boy in her English glass that had shared looks with her. After a few looks in the hallway, one thing led to another, and they ended up under the covers of his dorm room duvet. Her body was red and on fire. Another person's skin touched her, she was in heaven. Her fingers roamed around his dick and hairy balls, finding their way to his sweaty asshole. She couldn't help herself, she circled and stuck a finger gently in, thinking that this boy would be like all the ones online. But he wasn't. He freaked, called her fat, and kicked her out. That night she cried in the shower, masturabated furiously in anger until her pussy was raw, and vowed to never trust a man with her inner-self again.

Over the coming years she would transform her body into a beautiful figure and pursue an honorable career. All the while unfulfilled, her inside life bubbling full of strife and love, while her outside life a pale imitation of her real self. This was the mind she held when watching Taylor and Watson flirt above and below the desks they shared. Ryan pictured their young supple naked bodies rubbing up against each other. She knew Taylor liked the boy, they had spoken briefly about it. But Ryan's interest was more in Watson. Day after day watching him, observing him, lusting after him. She already had a wardrobe picked out for him to wear. She pictured him all in teal. Ankle socks, lacey panties and the smallest bra she could find. She'd pat his head and kiss his neck and coax his knees up up behind his head to expose his virgin ass hole. She'd spit on his taint and watch it flow into his hole. She'd start with 1 finger, and then 2, and then 3, she'd be slow and gentle with him. By the end she wanted tears in his eyes, begging for the release of orgasm, followed by a long long session of him cuddling in her lap while she gripped his chest and stroked his hair. But for now she had to stop, because the kids were leaving and she felt her underwear get thick.