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----------------------------------------------------------------------                           The Teacher

It was an early spring day in Maine. Ms. Malone, my English
teacher, had just completed her lecture on contemporary American
literature. Throughout her talk, all I could see were her boobs
bouncing up and down inside her blouse. I tried, but failed, to
decide whether they were enclosed in a bra or not. Sometimes they
appeared to act independently, other times they appeared to work
in tandem. The indecision did not really matter - regardless of
what contained them, they looked great from my seat. Every move
she made added to my growing imagination of what I would like to
do to her. Not only her tits, but her ass - how it flowed beneath
her dress. And that slight hump just above her crotch, promising
delights beyond my imagination if only they would all be exposed.
But I was only 15, and she must have been 27. There would never
be such a chance.

The period bell ended my imagination. Class was over, and another
day ended. Scrambling to pull myself back to reality, I knocked
over the books on my desk. By the time I had picked them all up,
I was the last to leave the classroom. Ms. Malone, looking at me
in a strange manner, drifted over to my desk.

"I noticed how engrossed you were in my lecture today, Steve",
she said. "Mind sharing with me what was so fascinating?" As she
said this, she seated her self lightly on the top of the desk
next to mine. There was just the hint of a smile on her lips as
she waited for my answer.

I didn't have a clue as to what she was talking about during
class. All of my attention had been on her body, taking in every
move and greedily soaking up every hint of the body under her
dress.

"It was the, aw, the great way in which you presented today's
material", I stammered. "Your presentation, your organization of
the study material just bowled me over".

"You sure it wasn't something else? All semester I've noticed how
much attention you pay to my lectures, yet you barely pass your
tests. And today, well, today I was sure something else was on
your mind". As she said this, her hand moved her dress upward,
dragging its edge just over her knee and revealing a little of
her lower thigh. "Are you sure that something else wasn't on your
mind, like this?"

With that statement, her hand moved upward very quickly, lifting
her dress clear off her legs and revealing a glimpse of her
entire leg, all the way up to her panties. As quickly as she had
lifted her dress, she dropped it back again.

I could feel my face flush over with excitement and embarrass-
ment. Here was what I had been dreaming about, happening right in
the classroom! "Well, ugh, I guess you sort of found out about my
secret. I was watching your body, not listening to your lecture".

Ms. Malone smiled. I noticed that her face had a curious glow
about it, as if she, too, had been thinking about something.

"What about my body were you watching so closely that you could
not remember my lecture ", she teasingly asked.

"Well, to be honest, all of you. Your boobs, your ass,
everything. I'd watch your movements, and think about what you
looked like if you were undressed. I concentrated so much on your
body that I can't remember a thing that you talked about in your
lecture", I blurted.

Not knowing what else to say but the truth, I continued. "As you
would walk, or move your arms, I could see your dress stretch
against one part of your body, then another. Each time some new
part of your body would be exposed, and that would even more to
my daydreams".

"Stay right where you are!", she said sharply. "I think you need
a lesson in manners, young man". With that said, she got up,
walked straight to the door, locked it and pulled down the shade.

Walking back to the middle of the room and stopping where she
normally would give her lectures, she turned and looked me
straight in the face. "Come up here, sit in the first seat right
in front of me", she commanded.

I quickly moved to the front desk and sat down. What else could I
do? I knew that I'd said enough to get me into a lot of trouble.

"Ms. Malone, I didn't mean to get you angry! You asked me what I
was thinking about, and I told you! Please, if you won't say
anything to anyone about this, I promise not to stare anymore".

"This has gotten far out of hand, young man. It cannot go on any
longer. We're both going to work this out now, today. When I get
through with you, you'll not fantasize any longer!". With that,
she moved closer to my desk.

"I think it's about time that you were taught a few lessons in
life. And I'm going to teach you". She lifted one leg and placed
her foot on the top of my desk. She pulled her skirt back, almost
to her waist, exposing again her leg all the way up to her
panties.