As it was, Dan was only ten minutes late to class, but that was enough for his teacher to give him after-school detention. This was coupled with the fact that due to last nights festivities, Dan had forgotten to do his history homework, which happened to be his first class. He really didn't mind the detention though, because tennis practice didn't start until an hour after school. Also, Miss Kline wasn't a bad person to have to spend a half-hour with.
In fact, today she was looking especially good, with tan slacks that were tight in all the right places. A black blouse with a slight "v" in the neck completed the outfit, and showed off her chest nicely. Her face wasn't the prettiest, but she wasn't unattractive at all, and her body was enough to overcome any hesitation to make a move.
So when the school bell signaled the end of the day, Dan almost ran to the class in order to mess with Miss Kline. When he got to her room, she was erasing the chalk-board.
"Take a seat," she said, glancing over her shoulder, "and take out your homework from last night. You can work on that first." Grabbing a seat in the first row, he took his time getting his things out of his bag. Instead he focused his attention on her panty-line and how much he really wouldn't mind hitting that ass. By the time she finished cleaning the board, he was busy working on the assignment.
"So, Dan, how's the tennis team looking," she asked as she leaned against the front of her desk, looking over some papers.
"Uh, pretty good, Miss Kline," he said, looking into her face. He had never noticed it before, because she didn't wear them all the time, but she looked a lot better with her glasses on. "Say, can you help me with this part?"
Putting down the papers, she walked over to the seat next to him and sat down. He moved his desk closer to hers so that she could see what he was working on, and the leaned in close to one another. After she explained a question that he really already knew the answer too, she asked if he needed anymore help.
"Actually, I think I better work on this for a little bit by myself. It's a little distracting having you sit so close to me."
"Dan!" she gasped, blushing furiously. She quickly rose to her feet. "What's that supposed to mean." Here she made a first-year teaching mistake, and instead of diffusing the situation, let it continue. Dan, with his newfound love of domination, took the reins immediately. He got up and walked over to her.
"You see, you smell really good," he said, leaning into her neck, "and it was making it hard for me to concentrate."
"Dan. . .I,"
