A smile crept across her face. Today was the day, the day she had been waiting for since 9th grade. Today, Antoinette would make a move and seduce her English teacher. The plan had been four years in the making and two weeks ago, her teacher presented the most opportune time for advancement. They were to write short stories and he was going to sit down with them one on one to read and discuss their writing. Alone with him in his office, her body tingled at the thought.
She smiled and slid her hands under her sheets. As she ran them over her fully developed body, her curvy, soft skin, through her hair, she licked her lips and thought of him. Then she clenched her fists and decided to save her passion for later, now was the time to get ready. Eagerly she leapt out of bed. Antoinette sang as she took her shower. As she lathered her soft skin with soap she thought she might burst right then, her excitement was almost too great to handle. She slipped back into her room to get dressed. The outfit was all picked out.
When she was done, Antoinette glanced in the mirror. She was 5'9"; her shoulder-length, light brown hair was pinned up; her sweet, green eyes were surrounded by black eyeliner, just enough to give them some definition; her lips a creamy red, begged to be touched; her lightly freckled face was devious and wearing a "come get me" smile. She was held together by a skin-tight black skirt. It clung to her body landing right at her fingertips with a slit that continued about five inches up her wanting legs. She wore a light green, long-sleeved shirt that sucked against her skin and zipped up the front. She kept it zipped high around her collarbone. And last she wore black, heeled boots that came up passed her ankles, just high enough to make you follow them to the edge of her skirt.
Underneath she wore black, silk, thong panties that rested on her hips and a black satin bra that gave her 36 C breasts just enough curve and held them nicely in the shirt. Antoinette shivered at the thought of Mr. Lancaster running his hands over them. She was ready; today she would be set free.
As she walked down the halls to first period, all eyes seemed to follow. Toni, as they called her at school, normally dressed stuffy. She always wore loose clothes and pants or long skirts at the most. She never wore make-up, and usually hid behind fake glasses. The crowd was obviously stunned at her dramatic style change. After all she did look very sexy and that only made her confidence level rise, and her pussy throb.
The day seemed to drag on and 6th period could not come soon enough. She took a deep breath, held up her head, pushed back her shoulders and strode into the classroom. As she walked by his desk, she merely turned her head just enough to flash him a devilish smile and kept on to her seat. The rustling of papers stopped as he watched her, mouth gaping open. Realizing the situation or rather his teenage audience, he quickly shook out of his daze and pretended to go about his work. Finally the bell rang and he announced that today they would be continuing conferences and that the class should work on their given assignment for the period. Antoinette tried to keep her hands from shaking as each student before her was called.
"Toni, it's your turn," He said and she smiled as he spoke her name.
"There's no turning back now." She made her way to the office in the back of the classroom. He poked is head in, "I'll be right back I have to refill my cup of coffee." This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. Her heart was racing and she rubbed her hands on her skirt, which she had pulled up on her legs, a little. She gripped her story tight and a quick thought of the consequences flashed in her mind. It immediately disappeared when he walked in.
He was tall, probably 6'3", he had black hair and deep blue eyes, his face was smooth and clean shaven, his shoulders were broad and always adorned with a nice form fitting shirt that made him look classic and sensuous. His silver, wire glasses added to his sophistication and his flawless smile made Toni and everyone else, melt. As he sat down and looked up at her he noticed her shirt which seemed to be unzipped a little more then a minute ago, but he decided he was just imagining things and let his eyes raise up to her face. He tried to shake his thoughts of her to calm down his starting hard-on.
"Ok let me take a minute and read your story Toni, then we'll talk about it."
