Disclaimer: all characters are 18+
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Greg stifled a yawn as his college lecture dragged into the second hour in a row. It had been a long day in school, and the J1 student was rapidly finding literature to be his worst subject. Not only did he find the topics discussed relatively dry, but it came right after their canteen break, after which he never failed to feel drowsy.
In fact, the only reason he even bother to keep his eyes open during the lesson was the GP teacher herself. Miss Wong had introduced herself at the start of the semester as a new teacher. She'd just finished studying her basic courses at NIE and her stint in junior college was her first as a teacher.
She couldn't have had been older than 25; Greg himself guessed that she was 24. She wasn't very tall - a good head shorter than Greg - but she had a lithe body and tanned skin, signs that she took great care of her body in keeping herself fit. Shoulder length ebony hair framed a face with a delicate chin and high cheekbones, a pair of wire-frame glasses perched on her pert nose.
Today she was wearing a beige shawl over a white spaghetti strap top, coupled with a pair of form-fitting black pants that showed off her thin legs. Greg wouldn't have paid a second glance to any other teacher wearing a similar outfit, but on Miss Wong, it gave him just enough reason to force himself to stay awake during her lessons.
As she walked around the front of the class discussing something about tomorrow's homework, he could only focus on her, imagining what it would be like to be boning her taut body for hours on end. In fact, he was so distracted by the stirring in his loins that he failed to realise that the entire classroom had fallen silent and that Miss Wong had stopped talking, staring pointedly in his direction as he shook himself awake.
"Daydreaming again, Greg? What did I tell you about paying attention in class?"
"Ehhmm.. sorry Miss Wong, I was just feeling a little tired, that's all."
"Did you hear what I just told everyone else about tomorrow's topic of discussion?"
Embarrassed that she might have seen his lusty gaze earlier, he looked down at his desk as he mumbled his response.
"No Miss Wong."
"Can anybody else tell me what the topic is?"
"The effectiveness of sex as a literary mechanism," chorused his fellow classmates in response.
"That's right. Since you weren't listening, you obviously need to do some extra research. See me after today's lessons end."
Greg felt his face flush crimson and heard the pair of girls sitting behind him giggle and snigger as he nodded silently.
After the last of his classes, Greg dragged himself to the staff room. Dreading the long lecture he knew he was going to receive, he entered and walked over to Miss Wong's cubicle. He was surprised to see that she wasn't at her desk, but was even more surprised to see a handwritten note addressed to him, telling him to meet her at the side entrance to the staff car park.
As he headed down towards there, his mind was decidedly unsettled, churning with worry as he saw her standing on the stairs waiting for him. She'd taken off her shawl, holding it in her right hand as she slung her handbag over her left shoulder.
He approached her tentatively, unsure of what was to happen.
"Miss Wong?"