Claire, your old politics teacher.

While you stand waiting on the school grounds, your coat tugged closer and a small wisp of condensed air escaping your lips, you hear a feminine voice cry your name

"John!"

Turning in confusion towards the source of the noise, you find yourself looking down slightly at the woman in front of you. Not unlike the girls at Saint High, the woman before you is Claire, your old politics teacher before you finished the final exams, and a woman you have repeatedly fantasized about in the past year.

"So, John, what brings you back to Saint? I was certain I wasn't going to catch you again till the next academic year." She asks, a slight grin gracing her face as she waits for your answer. While not as overtly endowed as the girls you know well here, Claire has a relatively small stature, though due to this a lot of her weight seems to be located at her ass, which shows quite obviously when she wears clingy dresses, as they always seem lop-sided. You had spent hours upon hours gazing at the only slightly older woman's ass during lesson.

"I'm just waiting for Alexis, and probably the rest of her Motley Crue as well." You reply with a small grin, despite the slight chill in the air you could feel the blood that had been previously rushing to your hands now rush to your growing erection.

Claire doesn't seem to notice, however, seemingly searching your eyes and nodding slightly, looking a tad disappointed as you announced who you are waiting for, before nodding at you, "Alright then, I'll leave you to it, I may even see you around before school starts up" she all but tells you, her hand seeming to graze your arm and the side of your waist (due to height) as she saunters off, the magnificent ass waving seductively as she does.

Suddenly, as though the heavens themselves open up, the crowd of students comes out.