This story is about a teacher I had my senior year of high school. Its every kid's dream to have a sexy teacher to have a 'private lesson' with, and it actually happened to me! Miss Brown taught computer at my school, and I loved her class. I know every kid didn't see her the way I did; she wasn't the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, but she was different from most of the other teachers. First of all, she didn't dress like a 60 year old woman (no offense to any 60+ women out there, we love you too; just take a look at the mature section). She dressed her age, (late 20's, early 30's-I never asked) wearing short skirts, usually with a slit, small tight shirts, and if she wore pants, you can be sure they showed off that ass I loved. She had a nice figure (I can't say the same for a lot of the other teachers), about 5'9, short blonde hair, small breasts, about a B or C, and a nice ass for someone as small as she was.
She was always nice, before anything happened between us. In all the time I knew her, I never saw her scream at anyone, at least not in anger (wink wink). We'd always laugh in class together, often because I'd made a little smart comment; I simply loved the fact that my picking never upset her. I'll fast forward to the part where stuff started to happen between us. I don't know about now, though I think they still use it, we had what was called senior exit. It's a pretty major thing you gotta do to graduate. You pick a topic, write a paper way too long to still be interesting, do a product (something to show off what you learned), and that's six months of work.
Well anyway, you have to pick a mentor, someone to help you along the way, and naturally I picked her. I was gonna write a program at the end for my product and I figured she could help. Fortunately this meant getting to spend a lot of time with her. The first time we worked after school she was wearing a long skirt, unusual for her, a little shirt that just made it to the top of her skirt but occasionally showed off her thin little belly. You could just make out her bra under the shirt, and when she bent over to get a pen that had rolled off her desk, I saw the outline of her panties. I'm pretty sure she saw me checking out her butt, but since she didn't say anything, I may be wrong. Anyway, she was trying to teach me the basics about programming (the class she taught me was networking), but I was having a little problem concentrating. She was starting to get a little annoyed and finally asked me-
"What am I going to have to do to get you to learn this?"
"I can think of something," I said with a little smile.
She smiled back saying, "I don't think so, ya little perve," squeezing my knee.
"You can't blame a guy for trying" I said still smiling. "While we're on the subject of you, I meant to ask you, what's with the skirt? It's a little long for you, don't you think?"
Slapping my thigh she said, "I may have to start wearing longer ones more often, with wondering eyes like you around."
"Hey, I can't help it, I'm a guy! Its what I do."
"Maybe we can translate this into you learning a little something," she said as she slid her skirt up to her knees (it was just above her ankles before).
"I'm listening," I said, suddenly sitting up.
"How about I slide this up a bit every time you answer one of my questions right and down a bit every time you get one wrong?"
"OK," I said, more interested in programming than I've ever been in my life.
I learned in the next fifteen minutes going up and back down, that I knew more about programming than I had thought. I finally got that damn skirt up as far as it would go with her sitting down, her panties just out of sight.
"All right, that's it. We're through," she said, starting to smooth her skirt back down over those lovely legs.
