Promise to put more work into your essays

She's only talking about your essays for English class, right? It's not like she could mean anything else. You must just be getting so fucking horny and **** that anything a pretty woman says to you sounds sexual. You nod and clear your throat nervously. "I, um, I'll try Ms. Fellows. I, uh, didn't know you wanted longer essays. I thought my grades were ok." You feel like your cheeks and ears are burning from the blush that must be obvious to her. Thinking that just makes you more nervous.

Your beautiful teacher gives you a warm, reassuring smile, "Oh David. I don't want you to think your work isn't fine. I just... I want to see more." Her voice takes on a sultry tone on the last few words. You think you see her eyes move up and down your lanky body. She leans in a little closer to you. "I know you can do more," she says softly. Still close she draws in a breath, it's almost like she's trying to smell you. Then she gives her head a shake as if trying to clear it. She leans back away from you and seems to snap back to behaving a bit more normally. "I just want to encourage you to do your best. Don't settle for less for yourself, or from yourself. You can accomplish anything you set your mind to." She says in a firmer, less alluring tone. She nods as if she's said something convincing, whether she was trying to convince you or herself isn't clear. Her own cheeks look flushed now as well.

Ms. Fellows glances at the clock. "Oh... It looks like you have missed the bus, Dave." She rubs the back of her neck and stretches. The arching of her back makes her breasts press against her blouse under her jacket, gaping between the buttons just a bit. "I don't know about you, but it's been a long day for me. You shouldn't have to walk home. Can I give you a ride?"