You close your eyes and think about her.

You close your eyes, nod your head, and fantasize a little while. You think about Miss Kincaid, standing in front of her desk, just as she is now. It's just you and her, and she looks at you with a little smile.

Sam, she says. I hear you've been having some problems with your studies lately.

What studies would those be? you reply.

She begins to walk towards you, slowly, and her hands reach up to her collar as she does so. Why, your sexual education studies, she explains, her voice like silk, and her eyes sparkling as she looks deep into your eyes. She starts to unbutton her blouse, starting at the top.

But I thought you were a math teacher, you respond to her.

Shut up, you idiot, she says, still smiling, this is your fantasy, just go with it. She's undone the third button now, and you can see a hint of something white and lacy underneath.

Miss Kincaid, are you warm? You seem to be removing your shirt, you observe. She's at the fourth button now, and yes, it's definitely something white and lacy, alright.

Yes, Sam, she agrees. I am removing my shirt so it is easier to do the sex. The final button comes free, and she shrugs her blouse off, revealing two very large, firm breasts barely contained by a sheer lace bra.

You look over to your left, and Skepty is sitting next to you.

Good lord, {if female == true}girl{else}man{endif}, Skepty says. "Do the sex?" Did you actually just fantasize those words? I'm ashamed to be a part of your psyche.

Miss Kincaid looks puzzled. Who the hell is that? she asks you.

You're about to answer when you are awoken by the bell ringing. You startle awake, sitting up in your seat quickly, marks from your spiral-bound notebook imprinted onto your left cheek. You gather your books, and start to stand up to leave...

{if female == true}...aaaand feel a distinct wetness between your legs. Well, that's going to be uncomfortable for a little while.{else}...aaaand maybe you're gonna want to sit in your desk. For just a few minutes.{endif}