Sure, you'll stay and hear what she has to say.

You step over the front of her desk. "OK, Ms. Fellows. Was there a problem with my assignment?" You ask, a bit worried that your day is about to get even more disappointing. As you're moving towards he desk, Ms Fellows walks to the door behind the other students shuffling out into the hallway.

Ms Fellows closes the door behind the last one to leave, then she turns back around. She smiles softly at you. "No, not a problem exactly..." she tells you. She steps back towards where you are standing at her desk, her hips sway and her head tilts as she looks at you, as if you were some kind of puzzle she needs to figure out. "I just... I think there's more to you than you are getting across in your writing, Dave." She stops standing closer to you than a teacher usually would. "You're always so quiet. You never volunteer to answer in class. But when I call on you, you always have something interesting to add."

Your English teacher leans a little closer. You're tall, but in her low heels, she's almost eye to eye with you. "I understand if your shy and don't like talking in public. But your written essays are always the bare minimum word count too. It's disappointing, because I can tell you've got something special to share. Don't hold out on giving me all your good stuff, Dave." She lets out a throaty, sultry chuckle. "Your writing is good, what there is of it. I just want more from you." She gives you another smile. Oddly, she bites her bottom lip, when she waits for your reply, as if she's nervous around you.

If she looks a little nervous, you certainly feel tremendously nervous yourself. You don't usually get this close attention from your teachers. You put in minimum effort in your classes and usually end up with B or B- grades, which is good enough for you. You've never had a teacher who pressed you for more effort like this. They usually spend their time on students who excel, or who need extra help. The fact that she's a beautiful, willowy blonde standing close enough for you to smell her perfume doesn't help with your nerves. You feel like she's so close you can almost sense the warmth radiating from her body.

Your mouth is dry all of a sudden. Your palms feel moist with perspiration. You wipe them on your jeans. The motion draws her eyes down, and they linger looking in the direction of your crotch. After a long moment, she raises them to meet your eyes again. Her cheeks have a tinge of pink. Her eyes look so big and inviting. "What do you say, Dave? Are you ready to give me more?" Her voice is almost a purr.