That next Monday, Tony had no idea what to expect. How would his relationship with his teacher change? How would calculus class change? Would people know that he'd gotten a blowjob from Ms. Miller?
Tony got through his first few periods of the morning as normal. He didn't notice anything different walking down the halls of Robinson high school. No one changed the way they looked at him. During his recess period, his friends had their usual conversations: discussing girls, bitching about teachers, and complaining about homework. All normal. Tony gave no hint that he'd had a mind-bending sexual experience over the weekend, and nobody asked him about it.
However, during calculus class, there were many noticeable changes. Ms. Miller had come in a few minutes late as usual. Rather than ignore her for a few minutes as the class usually did, the students stopped and stared as she came through the door.
Ms. Miller had primarily worn thick sweaters or loose-fitting dresses. She seemed to have the world's largest collection of frizzy clothing, and rotated through her one ugly outfit after another.
Today, Ms. Miller was dressed much more attractively. She wore a black fitted jacket that she left open. She wore a black skirt with a single off-center pleat; it had a silver buckle that was fit to her waist. Although the skirt was not at all tight, it ended at knee level, still high enough to display Ms. Miller's shapely calves. She had on a white blouse that was loose enough to conceal the large breasts that Tony knew she concealed.
Ms. Miller's clothes showed that she was not obese, looking much more professional. Tony thought that dressing professionally highlighted Ms. Miller's attractive face.
Ms. Miller gave a bright smile when she began her class -- another first, Tony thought to himself.
The effect of her improved appearance on the class was immediate. Although the class usually paid some attention to her before, perhaps her drastic change in appearance made them sit up just a little bit. The result was the best lecture Tony had heard since she'd started teaching that year.
The next day, Ms. Miller wore a blue denim dress. The dress had brass buttons running down its middle. Ms. Miller had left the top two buttons open, displaying just a hint of cleavage. Like the day before, this dress actually fit her well, displaying her tapered waist and slim arms. Her calves flexed within her brown, calf-length boots as she walked.
However, during the entire class session, Tony noticed that she did not look at him once. Although he sat in one of the front rows, her gaze would pass over him as if he were not there, and she seemed to speak to students around rather than directly to him.
As the weeks passed, her improved appearance also had a noticeable effect on the male students and faculty at Robinson High School. Tony noticed that several guys - even the jocks - would stay after class to get Ms. Miller to explain homework or to discuss a question from class. They'd never done that before.
From Tony's vantage point, Ms. Miller seemed to enjoy the extra attention. When the boys she was helping told their strained jokes, she would laugh at them, tossing her hair back in a way that made Tony feel jealous. The male teachers at the school came in to Ms. Miller's classroom much more.
She was also more energetic during her class periods, which only reinforced the positive changes that were happening.
Positive changes for her, Tony thought glumly. He was beginning to accept that the amazing experience from her apartment was a one-time event. He would fantasize regularly about what had happened. He replayed what she had said and what he had done, imagining to himself what might have happened if he had just taken a little more initiative...
Even during class, Tony would catch himself drifting off into a fantasy world where Ms. Miller was not ignoring him, and where that magical afternoon was the beginning of something more.
As a result of Tony's brooding, his attention slipped in Ms. Miller's calculus class, and then in all his classes. Although Tony had scored at the top of the class during quizzes for the first month, he began to get low B's and then C's.
One day, almost six weeks after Tony had gone to Ms. Miller's apartment, he got back his latest quiz. He had gotten an F. At the top of the quiz was marked in red ink "SEE ME AFTER CLASS."
Tony waited in his chair until everyone had left the classroom. He had never gotten an F on any quiz during high school. He felt totally depressed. He slumped down on the floor and leaned against the cabinet wall.
Ms. Miller was wearing a brown sweater that day. The sweater wasn't tight, but it wasn't loose either. She wore a cream colored scarf, which served to conceal her body. She was wearing a long tan skirt as well, with dark brown boots that laced-up to mid calf.
Despite her skirt, Ms. Miller plopped herself down on the floor right next to him. She raised one knee and folded her arms over it, then rested her chin on her arms. Her other knee was bent so her left leg lay flat on the ground. Because this sitting position spread her legs, her tan skirt rode way up her thighs as she sat.
Tony wasn't looking, but saw in the corner of his eye that Ms. Miller's long, shapely legs had become exposed. When he turned to look, she quickly draped her scarf over herself. Her knees and much of her calves were still exposed, but her lap was fully covered.
"Tony, how are you doing?" She said in her soft, quiet voice.
With that, Tony realized that this was the first time she had spoken directly to him for six weeks.
"Fine." Tony felt suddenly angry, and an edge came out in his voice.
"You're angry with me." Ms. Miller sensed it immediately. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, whatever," Tony replied harshly. He continued sarcastically, "I'm sorry too."
"Are you angry about your grade?" Ms. Miller continued tentatively? "Or are you still... upset about what happened?"
Upset? What was she talking about? Tony was suddenly confused.
"Why would I be upset about what happened?"
"Well, I'm your teacher. I invited you over to my house. And I led you on. I made you touch me all over, just because I was feeling insecure." She whispered these last few words with her eyes downcast.
Tony was stunned. Ms. Miller. Thought. He. Was. Angry. At. Her.
For the past 6 weeks, he had stewed in his juices, thinking that she had just sucked in all the male attention she'd been getting and had forgotten about him.
Not that he had any real claim to his beautiful teacher. But he still fantasized about that visit to her house. He knew he was the first one at his school to have discovered that Ms. Miller was a fox. And he was definitely the only one to have touched that taut stomach, those luscious thighs, that ass...
Tony thought for a minute, and then gave a very careful response. "Ms. Miller, I'm not upset about what we did at all. In fact, I loved it. I would do it again if we ever got the chance."
"So why have you been ignoring me? Since that day, you've been intentionally giving me the silent treatment. And the day we got back, you were talking to that horrible Kate Martin."
Kate Martin was widely known as the class slut. Tony thought back and realized that Kate had asked him for some help with a math problem that day. Although it was a bit surprising, he had stayed with her at her desk after class for a few minutes.
Tony realized that Ms. Miller probably felt just as distant from him.
"Ms. Miller, Kate Martin doesn't mean a thing to me. She just asked me to help her with a math problem. She was probably jealous of you when you came to school the first day looking all hot."
Ms. Miller gave him a slight smile. Tony felt warm inside.
Ms. Miller continued: "So why are you doing so badly in school? I thought it was because you were angry with me." Ms. Miller said.
