It was my first year of community college, a year after leaving high-school. And there I was, refusing to get up from my chair because I lusted after my MILFtastic trig teacher. Short, blonde, with luscious breast and several months into a preggo stomach that just inflamed me more. I’m not entirely sure why, it’s just sexy as hell to me.
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She had a small smirk on those pink, luscious lips. Like she knew what was going on. I’m sure I wasn’t the first student she had to develop a hard-on because I happened to catch a glimpse of the red, lacy thong under her business length skirt. I was the only one in the class with a decent view under the desk.
“Cat got your tongue?” she teased me. So far I was the student that barely paid attention and eased by with top marks. Her smile said I’d be an example. My mind said no.
“No Ma’am, not yet. That’s tonight I hope.” I saw the faintest blush in her cheeks as the other students chuckled. Deciding to let her save some face, I went to the board, erection obvious in my pants but all shame gone, and wrote out the answer. I looked into her emerald eyes and winked before returning to my seat and continuing to pretend to read my book. Mind doing all manner of dirty things to her.