He Was A Good Teacher

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The bell rang signaling the end of first period. I had a fifteen minute break before having to be at my next class, of which I was only a teachers assistant. My stomach fluttered with the thought of my teacher, Mr. Patterson. He was everything a woman could possibly want; Tall, handsome, toned, and educated. I walked to my class at a clipped pace, hoping to catch him in his room alone. As I walked, I drew attention from the clothes I had chosen to wear that day. A short white skirt with a blue button down shirt. The skirt was tight, showing off my round ass, and my shirt unbuttoned enough for anyone to sneak a peek of my perky C cup cleavage. I entered the room, otele gelen escort my stomach doing flips, and caught him writing notes on the whiteboard. I cleared my throat, and he turned. Once he saw me, his eyes widened slightly and assessed my body. “Oh, hello Madison. You’re early today,” he spoke low, like he didn’t want anyone to hear but me, although it was just us two. “Hey Mr. Patterson. Yeah, I figured I’d come in early and see if you needed help grading papers or anything. I couldn’t help but notice the stack of papers on your desk in your office,” I said, summoning to the separate room balgat escort towards the back of the classroom. He looked distracted, and nodded his head slightly. I knew what he was distracted by. I turned on my heel and made my way to his office. I turned and caught him staring at my ass. “Are you coming?” I asked, acting completely clueless. “Yes, of course,” he replied and caught up with my pace. We entered his office and the stack of papers that once sat on the corner of his desk were nothing but a few stray papers. I looked back at him with a puzzled look on my face. “Believe it or not, I got bored last elvankent escort night and ended up grading them all. Those are just papers that didn’t have names on them,” he clarified. I pouted, “Now what am I supposed to do for this whole class period?” I huffed. He laughed huskily, “I don’t know, but I’m not sure if you can stay in here. You’ll distract me.” I must have looked puzzled, because he then added, “Madison, don’t be so obtuse. You can’t really not be aware of how you look today. You’re stunning.” I didn’t know how to react. Of course, Mr. Patterson and I had flirted all semester, but it was totally harmless. He never actually made a pass at me. “Madison, I think you know how I feel about you. You’re gorgeous. You have the figure of a woman and if I was your boyfriend, I would take you in any way I could get you. Forgive me if I’m being forward, but I’ve thought about being with you ever since you first stepped into my class room.” He sighed as if that was a relief to say. My mouth hung open.

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