actory profession for a lot of people, and I hear there’s good money to be made in something like that. I’m totally all for the sex-positive movement. It’s just, he doesn’t seem like the type wh

der scrutiny. You basically have to be a nun or a

versities on the west coast, he would’ve been in college himself back when the movie was made. He also would’ve known

ontinues, “is if someone sees the goods. Also, there’s th

dick. I would know it anywhere. I watched the vide

ust walk up and ask to see his

ghs too loud, getting the attention of everyone around us, including Mr. Johnson. I look down to avoid his

ays. “I wouldn’t let my girl near that

s, “I’m not going to find out

Mr. Johnson, how about you show me that beautiful fuck-stick. The thought brings a fraction of a grin to my face. Mostly because the voice I use

s hot.” Her angry look continues to harden until he’s squirming. “But you’re hotter,” he says. The nasty glare continues far too long un

f it were my fault her boyfriend called me hot. “I dare you to

that? It’s not like he has a rea

doe

n my head. Situations. Po

t want to. I’m just as curious as everyone else, and I actually think I have a plan on how to see him naked that m

e Jo

ne of my students. Never even b

ck dark hair, silky pale skin, eyes like bright blue planets that suck you into their world. But it was more than that. I’ve

thing about her. Looks, yes, but her personality too. The inquisitiveness. That might not be all that of an attractive feature for most men, but for a teacher there’s nothing better. And the fac

rasp. If she’s as quick of a study in bed as she is in the classroom, she may just be the girl of my dream

rattle her a bit. For some reason they have been for the last two days. And what was that, when she looked right at my dick yesterday? Not that I’m complaining, of course. It just took me off my guard, a

zipper wasn’t down and that I hadn’t spilled my lunch down the front of me. Seeing her look at me like that, I’d struggled to keep from getting a hard-on in class. Struggle is putting it mildly. I had to

that it warrants all her attention in case I do it again. I try to hold her gaze but she keeps averting her eyes. Maybe I’m reading

rs from my students as they leave the room. When the last student is gone and the door shuts, I get up to lock i

f she’s really struggling. She’s my best student. She should’ve breezed through this assignment. It’s stuff we’ve already covered

looks as though she wrote out each of her answers and explained why in the margins for good measure. She’s always doing things like that, going above and beyond what I ask her to do when m

eed help with some

knocking over a flask full of blue liqu

ed breath. Working with chemicals, I know

o one was seriously injured in the accident. But that’s

this room that could cause nasty rashes and first-degree burns. I don’t want to take any chances. As I strip off

ide. I stop her by grabbing onto her wrist before the effect she’s having on me becomes impossible to hide. After she calms down, I let go of her. She apologizes for being so clumsy. She is not a clumsy girl. Not in the sli

Johnson, it’s not a chemi

I was starting to think I was better safe than sorry

a sigh o

h?” I say