Go look for Miss Davenport in her office.

You decide to see what Miss Davenport wants from you before you go to your homeroom. She sounded like whatever it was that she wanted to talk to you about was quite important and she can always write you a pass if you’re late for homeroom. You head down the hall towards her office and seeing the office door ajar, you walk right in without knocking. You are greeted with the sight of your lovely physics teacher’s bubble butt pointed at you as she leans over the lowest drawer of her file cabinet, looking for some papers. You take a moment to enjoy the view before you clear your throat, alerting her to your presence.

“Oh!” your teacher says as she looks up in surprise. “John! I wasn’t expecting to see you right away, but I’m glad that you came!” She grabs the file folder that she was looking for and pulls it out before closing the drawer. “I needed to ask you quite a big favor and I’m hoping that you’ll say yes.”

“What did you need, Miss Davenport,” you ask as your mind runs through a list of ‘favors’ that you’d love to perform for your lovely teacher. Most of these favors involve her losing the low cut pink top she has on that reveals so much of her eye catching cleavage that you can’t believe it isn’t against the school dress code for teachers.

“As you know, while most of your classmates are going to Humpbridge Village today on the class field trip, one of your classmates, Lance Parkins, was going to be representing our school at the State Physics Olympics today,” your teacher says as she sets the file on the edge of her desk and then sits down next to it on the desk edge. “Unfortunately, Lance had an accident last night and will not be able to attend the competition. This leaves me in a bit of a dilemma, as it leaves me without a student to compete for our school, John.”

You knew that Lance had been the number one student in your Physics class (not to mention teacher’s pet) and you were a close number two in terms of your grades. You wonder why Miss Davenport seemed to blush a little when she said that Lance had an accident, though. “You want me to fill in for Lance and go to the competition today,” you ask, making the logical assumption.

“Exactly! I think that you could pull off a victory for our school,” she replies happily, leaning towards you with a wide smile. “It would mean that you would have to skip the field trip today and accompany me to the state capitol instead. I’ve already made hotel reservations for the night because of the long drive so all you’ll need is your overnight bag, which you brought with for the field trip. I know that I’m asking a lot from you to skip your class trip, but it would mean a lot to me and it would cement you getting the top grade in this class.” She leans even closer towards you and you swear that you could see all the way down her top from the quick glimpse you steal. If the fabic moved just a little more her nipples, possibly the nipple that you had so recently had the pleasure of suckling on, might have been visible. “Do you think that you could help me out here, John?”