She has you read with her.

You smile shyly to Miss Taylor and quickly nod your head as you hold your work out to for her to take. She slowly does so, brushing her smooth, soft hands into yours. This serves to fuel your desire to get out of there and find a restroom to relieve the tension in your pants. Either that, or hurry up and turn eighteen already.

However, the buxom Miss Taylor has another idea, much to your simultaneous dismay and excitement.

"Pull up a chair and let's read through this together." She flashes a sweet smile at you, gesturing to a nearby chair, as you wonder why she had to pick this particular day to sit you down and go over your work with her.

Usually, if your work is finished, she'd let you out early. But she does this regularly and seemingly randomly with her students, having them sit down with her to discuss their work before the class officially ends. Miss Taylor is one of those teachers who seems to love the job of cultivating young minds. Almost as much as you, as well as many of your classmates, love contemplating the luscious form under her conservative attire.

You grab the chair, and glance at the classroom clock. Not much time left before the bell rings. Your erection is straining in your pants, and you really hope nobody notices as you take a seat next to Miss Taylor, who luckily seems to be concentrating solely on your paper.