During the fall semester, I was observing a local high school English teacher. As a future teacher studying at Michigan State University, part of my course work involved observing a high school classroom for a few hours per work. The program director contacted one of the local schools, and one of the teachers there – an alumnus of the University – agreed to let me come in to observe her classroom.
I first visited Ms. Harper's class in early September. I was unfamiliar with the school, so I was uncomfortable for a little while. She was a young, energetic teacher. At 28 years old she was young enough to identify with her students, but she was also old enough and intelligent enough to command respect when needed. I was nervous about what kind of teacher I would be working with, but I was pleasantly surprised when I walked into her classroom the first day. I got there before classes began, and she was the only one in the room. She greeted me with a smile, a firm handshake, and all the obligatory chit-chat that inevitably comes with first meeting someone.
She was about 5'3" and well proportioned. She wasn't skinny, but there wasn't much fat on her, either. She had shoulder-length brown hair that curled around her face and a cute but slightly crooked smile that showed healthy white teeth. She was wearing pajamas. It was Homecoming week, and every high school has theme days that week. Ms. Harper's pajamas weren't too tight or too loose, but I could tell that her breasts were a good size, probably 36 D or so. When she turned away from me every once in a while, I could see she had a firm, round ass, and the pajamas didn't disguise the outline of her panties.
When classes began, I took a seat in the back of the classroom. It was the first day, and I would be doing nothing but introducing myself to the classes and then watching silently. As a senior in college, I wasn't too much older than the students, but I felt I still needed to act somewhat professionally to gain and maintain the students' respect. I knew I would be interacting more with the students later in the semester, and a lack of respect for my knowledge, authority, and maturity wouldn't be helpful once Ms. Harper turned in her final evaluation to my professor. But as I was watching from the back of the class while the students worked on an in-class assignment, I watched as Ms. Harper walked around the classroom to help her students. She would occasionally bend or crouch down to look at students' work, and the top of her panties was clearly visible above the waistline of her pajamas and below her top. She had milky white skin and tight red underwear that stayed in my mind for the rest of the day.
A few months went by. After that first day of my observation, Ms. Harper dressed a little more conservatively, at least to the point that she didn't let her underwear show. She occasionally wore skirts that came down to just above her knee or somewhat tight, sleeveless blouses, but nothing revealing. I had been interacting with the students on a one-on-one basis for a month or so, just helping them with odds and ends. Late in November, Ms. Harper asked me to run her classes the following Friday. She was going to be at a teacher's conference, and school policy requires a substitute teacher to be present when the full-time teacher isn't. However, she said the substitute teacher could just sit behind the desk the entire day as a formality and that it would be a good experience for me to run class. I agreed, and before I left for the day, she gave me the lesson plan so I could start preparing to teach the class. The students would only be doing homework from their books, but she wanted me to be prepared to answer their questions.
The following Friday I got to the school at 7:45 a.m., and I looked for the substitute teacher. School was supposed to begin at 8:00 a.m. and I wanted to talk to him or her and get everything straightened out before class started. At 8:00 a.m. all the students were in the class, but not the substitute teacher. We listened to the announcements and I began to take attendance. Just as I started explaining the day's assignment to the class, the door opened and in walked the sub. I held up one finger, as if to say "Hold on one minute," and finished the instructions.
When I was done with the explanation, I walked over to the teacher's desk, which was occupied by the substitute teacher. She just happened to be beautiful. Her name was Keri Davis, and she told me to call her Keri. We started to talk while the students worked on their assignment. She was originally from the area and had graduated from the University of Texas a few months before. She was probably about 5'6" and 120 pounds. Her straight strawberry blond hair came down to the middle of her back. She had full red lips and a few freckles on her cheeks. Her enchanting green eyes were what really made me gasp. Picture how a cat's green eyes look in the dark, but make them friendly eyes, and that's how they looked. She was wearing a neatly pressed black button-up blouse, left untucked, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing delicate small wrists and hands. The shirt wasn't revealing, but I could tell that she had medium-sized perky breasts underneath. Her slacks were a soft beige and also neatly pressed, and they held snugly to her narrow hips and heart-shaped ass.
