Seeing (i.e. ogling) Ms. Bailey.

As usual, Latin felt twice as long as his other classes. But mercifully boredom could stretch time but couldn't stop it. So eventually the bell rang and he was free.

Mason, Yumi, and Vina wasted no time packing up and making a quick exit. Unfortunately, that also meant it was time to split up. And to make matters worse the Indonesian girl's next class was all the way across the campus.

"It was good to see you two again," She said, with one last energetic wave. "I look forward to hanging out tomorrow!"

Before her friends could respond, the Muslim girl spun on her heel and scampered down the hall with a noticeable spring in her step. And just like that, the two secretly dating sweethearts were left alone. And it was only a moment before Yumi broke the silence.

"I love her," She said affectionately, a warm smile on her face.

"Yeah, she's great," Mason agreed. But he was careful with how he chose his words. Yumi's potential relationship goals were a little unusual. And because of that the tall teen knew he'd need to tread carefully to avoid stepping on a landmine. And one thing he did realize was that he wasn't about to start bandying about the "L" word before he knew exactly what the petite, Japanese girl wanted.

After that, the two set off towards their world history class. It wasn't a long walk, the classroom was just a hallway away. Which was both a good and bad thing. After all, Mason could use a little more time to try and come up with a plan. But really there was no way he could be anything but eager to see Ms. Bailey again.

When they walked into the classroom, they found their teacher sitting behind her desk. She was typing away on her laptop but looked up when she heard them enter. And at that moment a strange change washed over her. It seemed that her trait kicked in when she noticed Mason. All of a sudden her posture went from relaxed to sexy. Her back arched as she thrust her chest out. She went so far as to pull aside her golden tresses, worn loose today, in order to allow her student an unrestricted view of her expanded breasts.

"Hey you two," She said warmly.

"Hi Ms. Bailey," They said in almost perfect unison. That prompted some awkward shuffling from the two, but only a chuckle from their teacher.

"Go ahead and grab a seat. I've just got a few emails to send before class starts." With that, Ms. Bailey turned back to her screen.

As usual, Yumi sat right next to Mason. The two nerds got out their books and homework as the rest of the class filed in. But he didn't really pay them much attention. His eyes were locked on his teacher. Admittedly, between her desk and her computer, there wasn't really much to see. But he did notice her sparkling blue eyes occasionally glancing up at him. Which wasn't surprising. However professional Ms. Bailey was, their last interaction was a little awkward.

When the bell rang, the blonde woman stood up and swayed her way to the whiteboard.

"All right, I hope you've all had a good day. Now, why don't you pass up your homework and we can get started." As her students handed their assignments to the person in front of them, Ms. Bailey started answering any questions they had. And Mason settled in for another interesting class.

Unfortunately, the cold snap was working against her traits. Her mint green turtleneck was both thicker and looser than its predecessor offering only a hint of the expanded breasts beneath. And the chilly weather had **** her to go with pants instead of a skirt. The cream-colored slacks completely drowned her lovely ass, something Mason was tempted to report to amnesty international.

Not that the gorgeous blonde woman wasn't putting in the work to make it look sexy. She twisted and bent like a burlesque dancer. And while it wasn't quite as erotic a display as yesterday, it was still more than enough. In under a minute Mason was, once more, hard as a rock and drooling over his teacher.

But with her outfit being more warm than hot, a small amount of blood was still able to reach his brain. This was helpful given that Mason really didn't want to miss two lectures worth of material in a row. But it also let him wonder. Last class, he had been entirely caught up in gawking at the ass he had fantasized about all through his high school career. Now though he was left to try and figure out what exactly he wanted going forward.

Well, that wasn't exactly hard. He wanted her. Ms. Bailey was intelligent, kind, and with a subtle playfulness, she only let out occasionally at work. Not to mention the kind of beauty most women would kill to have. There was no denying it, despite a small age difference (she was only twenty-six) Mason would consider himself a very lucky man to have her as his girlfriend. Well, one of his girlfriends.

Honestly, the teen wasn't sure what had gotten into him. Growing up he mostly figured he would be very fortunate to get any girl to like him. Now he was making plans to try and woo a third lady to add to his collection. It felt like he was slowly turning into a dragon that hoarded women instead of gold. And the strangest thing was that he was genuinely unsure when this had all started. Maybe it had been when he learned about Yumi's kink and realized this was a possibility. Or maybe deciding that he would try and seduce Vina too just broke the dam. Or this could have been a want that was always buried in his psyche, and just needed something to pull it to the surface.

But whatever the reason Mason was determined to try and give this a shot. It might be a crazy idea with the potential to backfire horribly, but he would do the best he could. After all, with Lilith in his corner, it seemed possible. So long as he was careful and never pushed things too far things just might work out.

Though his determination at that moment may have had less to do with logic and more to do with what he was looking at. As he had been absorbed in planning his future conquests, Ms. Bailey had created a rough sketch of the Indian Ocean and was drawing a series of arrows to illustrate trade routes. That meant her back was to her class, which naturally meant she was sticking her ass out for him. Unfortunately, it was still mostly hidden in her loose pants, but she was making up for that by hypnotically swaying her hips back and forth.

"And thanks to the regularity of the monsoons sailors could…" Ms. Bailey suddenly stopped talking. The blonde had looked back over her shoulder only to lock eyes with Mason. The two just dumbly looked into each other's blue eyes for a moment. And instantly he knew what happened.

She had caught him staring at her ass.

"Uh… that is… monsoons," The history teacher spluttered and fumbled over her words. A subtle blush dusted her cheeks, and she didn't seem able to look away from him. But after a moment she swallowed awkwardly and tried again. "Sorry, let me try that again."

The second time around Ms. Bailey succeeded I'm making her point, but Mason missed what exactly that was. He was too busy worrying. He had definitely been caught staring and she had definitely realized what he was staring at.