I licked my lips nervously, and tried to pull down my skirt. I didn’t want to get a detention for being out of uniform during the last week of my senior year, much less a detention from Mr. Anderson. I knocked on the door lightly, and waited until I heard his warm, muffled shout of “Come in!”
He was sitting behind his desk, the full afternoon sun slanting across his features. I felt a pinch in my stomach – or lower than my stomach – every time I looked at him. His shirt was taut across his broad chest and biceps, rolled up to expose the veins that crawled from his wrists to his forearms. His lips curled easily into a smile, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them.
“I’m here for my meeting.”
“Of course! My last grade evaluation of the day, saved the best for last…” He pulled out a folder with my papers over the past semester, and jumped into an in-depth description of my essay skills, or something. All I could think about was how damn good he looked, and how horny I had been all day. I could feel my panties getting wetter beneath my green checked skirt, and my inner thighs tensed. I had to keep myself under control, but with him so close to me, it was so hard…