Thomas Cartwright looked out at his students and sighed inwardly. Not one of them was paying attention, even though the lecture he was doing was worth part of their mark. Then he noticed Amelia. She was watching him with rapt attention, taking in every word.
Amelia was a very beautiful young woman, with a firm figure, breasts that were a perfect C-cup and - from what he saw whenever she walked in - an equally perfect ass. She had a slightly feline face, long black hair that hung perfectly straight down her back and warm dark blue eyes.
Thomas had often found himself wondering what those eyes would look like gazing up at him as she... Thomas immediately felt himself stiffening.
The other thing about Amelia was that she was the only one who actually tried to help. She regularly stayed behind to help him set up lessons or prepare school open nights. She also flirted with him - not heavily, but small gestures or words here and there. Thomas was slightly muscled, due to using the school gym every afternoon, with short brown hair and equally brown eyes. His female colleagues often made comments about his arrestingly deep voice.
The bell overhead rang, startling everyone. "Everybody remember your assignment is due Monday morning. Have a nice weekend." he stammered. Everyone quickly hustled out, except for Amelia. She slowly packed her things away, then came and plonked herself down on the edge of his desk.
"What can I do for you, Amelia?"
"Just wondered if you needed any help for the open evening tonight?" she smiled.
"Actually I could. Would you drop by around seven, help me set up?"
"Sure. Do I need to dress up?"
"If you want." "Okay. See you at seven." she smiled, then hopped off the desk and bent to pick up her bag, inadvertently giving him a glimpse of her perfect rear in tiny black panties.
Thomas felt himself getting harder. Before he could speak, she was gone.
