I sit in class, bored, shamelessly eyeing our English teacher. Ms. Singly is a tall red-head with long legs and a penchant for wearing low-cut tops, revealing skirts and lacy underwear.
Today she is wearing a red ensemble, fiery red skirt down to her knee, flimsy red blouse that shows just enough cleavage to make our young minds wander, and be decent at the same time.
She sits down after explaining the present perfect tense. Her legs part slightly. I have a few ideas of my own on how to make the present perfect... I innocently drop my pen and bend down. I am rewarded with a quick glance. Her skirt has ridden up her black stocking legs, exposing a pair of frilly pink panties. I gasp at the sight.
As I look up she catches my eye. A sensual flirt turns into a stern disciplinary look. My palms are sweaty. What if she rats out on me? I will be in so much trouble!
I lower my eyes to my desk. After a while I look up again. She is hard at work, her pen scribbling a note. My eyes rove down her glossy hair and mingle in her neck until I stare at her ample breasts slowly undulating.
Damn! She has seen me again! My face starts to redden and I look back down.
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