Everyone is this story is 18 years or older.
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Mr. Lyons was always my favorite teacher. He was nice, funny and handsome. The only problem was, he was a horrible teacher. Everyone who took his class was lost half of the time. It probably didn't help that he was a quick speaker and was teaching Spanish II, a required class I needed to pass. I'd come early to school to ask a few questions about the upcoming test later in the day. I wandered through the halls for a bit, waiting for his classroom light to come on. Finally, it flicked on and I confidently strode towards the door.
"Mr. Lyons," I greeted him as I stepped through the door. It closed swiftly behind me and he looked up, startled.
"Miss Price," He regarded me quietly for a moment. "What are you doing here so early?"
I cleared my throat and stepped forward further into the room. "I had a few questions about the test and I was wondering if you could help?"
"Of course, what are confused on?" He asked and leaned against the desk. I slung my backpack from off of my shoulder and pulled the review paper from out of a folder before walking over to him.
"I'm confused about the whole 'switching endings for past tense' section. I don't know what verb uses what conjugation," I explained and pointed to the section on the paper.
"Hmm," Mr. L mumbled and looked thoughtfully at the paper. "Here, let's try something different. I'm going to write out the conjugations and you aren't leaving until you can match up the different endings to the correct verb."
After a while of finally understanding the material, I thanked Mr. L and got up to leave. Just as I reached the door, I heard him say something that I didn't quite catch. "Did you say something?" I asked and turned to look at him.
"I think you're really pretty," He said again but slower and slightly louder.
"Thank you," I said and blushed slightly. I wasn't bad looking. I had a nice build with lightly tanned skin, medium length brown hair and average brown eyes. My boobs weren't too big or small, a C cup I think.
"I shouldn't be telling you this but you make me feel things that I shouldn't feel with a student," Mr. L said slowly walked over to me. My mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
"Why did you tell me then?" I asked quizzically as I bit my lip. I could feel myself getting wet down there. I wasn't a virgin but I didn't have a constant sex life.