Greg Dalton hurried into his senior English comp class, a minute late because of a chat with a colleague that had lasted a little too long. He carried a stack of corrected essays he'd promised the class he'd have ready to hand back to them today. Their chatter settled down as soon as he entered the room.
"Okay," he said, "I know you've all been eagerly awaiting the return of your efforts, so here they are." A collective groan rose from the class. He smiled as he began walking up and down the aisles of seats, passing their papers back to them. "Don't worry," he said, "on the whole not bad at all." It was a small class, so it wasn't long before all the students were looking over the remarks and corrections he'd written.
When all the essays had been handed out he sat on the edge of his desk and looked out at the class. "I'll give you a couple of minutes to look through them," he said. "But if you have questions please wait until after class. We need to spend the rest of the time discussing the next reading assignment."
The last essay he'd returned had been to Melissa, a girl who sat in the middle seat in the front row, right in front of his desk. He watched her face as she read the comments he'd written.
Melissa was an attentive student, though normally very quiet, with an often impish smile. She liked to chew gum, which might have left a vapid impression were it not for the fact that when she did speak up in class to answer a question it was always with a flash of intelligence that surprised everyone.
She was also an attractive girl, with tousled blond hair and intense blue eyes, and a figure that Greg had noticed becoming more voluptuous over the past couple of years. She was somewhat older than most of her classmates, having recently turned eighteen - he knew this since she'd come to school one day wearing a "Happy Birthday To Me!" button. What she wore that day was unexpected: instead of her usual haphazard tee-shirts and jeans she'd worn a skirt and sweater in bright colors that made her look like a cross between a cheerleader and a birthday cake. Today, though, her outfit was more typical, a pull-over sweatshirt and tight jeans.
The assignment Greg had given his class was to write about someone who had made a significant positive impression on them. It could be someone known to them or a stranger, as long as it was a person who they felt taught them something that could improve the quality of their lives. Melissa had chosen her uncle, and ended her essay with, "I'm so greatful to Uncle Leon because he taught me the Golden Rule - now, if someone does something nice for me, I always try to do something even nicer for them."
When reviewing her work, after correcting her spelling of "grateful," Greg had written:
"This is lovely, Melissa. Very well written, and you're lucky to have your Uncle Leon - and he you!
"A+"
He watched her now as she read, her mouth moving rhythmically as she chewed her gum. He knew when she had reached his last comment and her grade, because she blushed slightly and smiled, her gum chewing stilled. She was obviously pleased.
The class next met two days later, and this time Greg was already at his desk as the students began to arrive. He finished going over the papers from another class as the last student in today's class hurried in. It was Melissa.
Greg tried not to stare. Instead of the shapeless sweat shirt and jeans she'd worn to the last class, today she was in a white, long-sleeved jersey and a plaid skirt. Her breasts were tightly molded by the thin jersey, and the skirt was quite short, extending only halfway down her thighs. Pink sneakers were on her feet, and white knee-socks. She slid into her seat in the front row, sitting with her knees pressed primly together and her hands clasped in front of her on the desk. She slowly chewed her gum as she looked expectantly toward him, waiting for the class to begin.
Greg cleared his throat and stood up. "Pop quiz," he said, and passed out copies of test questions. "Don't worry," he said, "it won't affect your grade. I just want to get an idea of how much of our last class discussion managed to stick!" Once the students all had the questions and had their pencils ready he sat down at his desk. "Okay," he said, "you have twenty minutes." The students were quiet as they read the test, and he began to look over the notes he'd made for what he wanted to cover for the remainder of the class.
After about five minutes he looked up, having noticed some movement. It was Melissa, who was yawning and lifting her elbows in a stretch. As she did her breasts were thrust forward, her erect nipples showing through the tight jersey - it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. She lowered her arms and went back to writing on her test paper. Greg couldn't take his eyes off her, and as he stared she crossed her legs, slowly lifting her left leg over the right high enough to give him a view far up her pleated skirt. She seemed oblivious to what she'd done as she continued writing and he stared at her exposed thighs. After a while she uncrossed her legs and put down her pencil again and stretched as she'd done before, and his eyes were again drawn to her enticing breasts and pert nipples. She looked down at her paper, but instead of continuing with the test she studied it and reached down to her lap, pulling her skirt two inches higher with delicately pinching fingertips. Picking up her pencil she continued writing, serenely chewing her gum, her knees pressed together.
But then her knees began to slowly move apart, and Greg held his breath as a view opened up between her legs, almost to her crotch. Then she closed them again, the tantalizing peek disappearing as her knees were once again pressed together. He groaned to himself as he continued staring at her dimpled knees. Then, as she continued writing, her knees slowly began to move apart again, affording him the same view as before...but then quickly closed again, dashing the hope that had been rising in him. Almost immediately, though, her legs opened again, much wider this time, he was able to get a view up her skirt all the way to the tight crotch of her pink panties. His jaw dropped as he stared between her legs, and he became aware of what was happening between his own, where an erection was steadily swelling and rising.
Oh my God! He moaned inwardly as he struggled to control himself, to keep his hands away from his now completely erect penis. This had been his curse, his battle, all throughout his teaching career, to suppress the helpless lust he felt as he watched some of his female students develop into nubile, delicious little teases, totally unaware of the effect they had on men, men like him, at any rate. My God, does she know what she's doing to me?
Melissa's knees continued to move apart under the raised skirt as she wrote, giving him a clear view between her spread thighs of her barely covered vulva, clearly molded and faintly visible through her tight, almost transparent panties. Greg stared, his penis stiff with arousal. Finally he was able to tear his eyes away from Melissa in time to get on with the class.
"Okay," he said, "time's up. Please pass your papers up." His voice was noticeably hoarse. He glanced at Melissa. She was sitting quietly with her knees together, chewing her gum as she looked up at him with open, placid eyes.
He managed to remain composed for the remainder of the class as he explained their reading assignment for the next class, an article about the use of metaphor in literature. Melissa sat quietly with her hands on the desk and her knees demurely together, so he was no longer distracted by enticing views up her skirt, or by her shapely young breasts.
Driving home from school Greg had a thought. Was that the Golden Rule at work? Doing something nice for someone after they do something nice for you? Was this his reward for her good grade the other day? Oh my! This was a danger zone, and he knew he had to be careful - his job depended on it. How had this clever girl known how to probe the depth of his weakness so exactly, how to enthrall him with exciting, frustrating sexual tease? He desperately hoped that his obsession with enticing girls like her hadn't became common knowledge - he'd tried so hard to keep it hidden! No, enough, he thought, I've got to put it out of my mind! Yet once again he felt his penis stir, felt his erection growing as he remembered staring between those pretty legs, spread wide just to excite him, to make him think of the warm, tender young pussy hidden under those thin panties, oh my God, so wide, so wide, ohhh...!
