Stay back and ask her what she wanted......

Nervously you rise from behind your desk and walk between the rows of empty desks. Standing before Mrs. Cabitza you cough politely.

"Ahhhh...you wanted to see me?"

She doesnt look up but answers stiffly.

"Yes. Close the door."

You close the door and move back to stand in front of her.

Reluctantly she closes the book and looks up at you. Her cheeks are a little flushed and but her deep dark eyes meet yours squarely.

"I think we need to talk about what happened earlier John...." She leans back in her chair, seeming to relax a little. hopefully a good sign. Despite the trouble your hormones have already landed you in you can't help but glance down as her breasts rise and fall in a deep breath under her blouse.

"As we both know student-teacher relationships are illegal."

"I-I...I'm sorry Mrs. Cabitza," you stammer, dropping your head.

"It's alright John, " she sighs as she continues. "I think I'm partly to blame. I've been told that I come across as too flirty with students."

You look up at her, surprised that she isn't angry wit you. She is smiling at you.

 "Do you feel that I was too flirty John ?" She asks.

You mull over the question silently for a moment. If you can get her to accept some of the blame then you won't be in so much trouble. "Yes."

"Okay..." she pauses and nods her head thoughtfully. " What was it that gave the impression I was flirting?"

"Ahem" you cough,  your throat feeling very dry all of a sudden. Mrs. Cabitza smiles up at you in soft encouragement.

"It was the way that your face was down near mine, " you drop your eyes again as Mrs. Cabitza shifts forward in her seat.

"And the way that I could smell you and feel your breath," You glance at her. She sits forward in her seat, listening with great interest. "Anything else?"

"Yes...." you **** a weak smile as you continue. "When I could feel your breasts pressing against my back...I couldn't help it...."

"You couldn't help kissing me?" Her deep brown eyes sparkle up at you and the index finger of one hand is brushing absently back and forth along her bottom lip.

"Yes. I'm sorry Mrs. Cabitza." Even as you apologise you feel your eyes drawn to her deep red lips. She smiles and rises slowly from her chair. Dumbfounded you watch as she saunters slowly around the desk, her wide round hips swaying under her skirt. She stops before you and her full glossy lips smile invitingly at you. 

Your Italian teacher stands in fron of you, with mere inches distance between you. She is a little shorter than you and her head is tipped back slightly as her eyes look up at yours. Her dark hair is cascading back over her neck and shoulders, framing her upturned, tanned face alluringly.

"Do you feel like kissing me now John?" Her voice is soft and her eyes sparkle wickedly.

"Uh..." you are struggling to find an answer when she raises up on her toes and leans into you, her lips pressing against yours. Frozen in shock you stand there, mind whirling as you feel her hands slipping smoothly around your waist.