I sit in the middle row of class staring at my dreamy teacher while she talks. I don't understand a single word she is saying, which only inhibits my drifting off into my own thoughts. Math is not my strong point, which is why I am still in Algebra II. I have had a crush on Ms. V since the beginning of sophomore year. I was a senior now. She was absolutely beautiful. Average height, red spikey hair, and a curvy frame.
My eyes are glued to her ass as she reaches high to write on the board. All of a sudden the bell rings, snapping me out of my daydreams. Ms. V turns around and smiles as she wishes the students leaving a good day. As I finish getting my things packed up she turns to me.
"Aria? Could you come see me please?"
The last of the students shuffle out of class as I stand and toss my bag over my shoulder.
"Shit," I think. "I'm definitely failing... I suck at Algebra. This is it, I'm in trouble. "I slowly walk up to the teacher's desk, nervous, head down. I reach the desk and look up into Ms. V's gorgeous, smiling face. She was not angry when she spoke.
"So, can I ask you a question about your work in this class?"
I nod.
"I am concerned about your lack of motivation. Is there something going on that you'd like to talk about?" She asks sweetly as her hand covers mine. "You can tell me anything."
Her hand is warm on mine. My heart is racing. I can't help but notice her shirt is a little low cut today. My eyes hover over the soft skin of her cleavage. Oh no! Too long. "She had to have seen me!" I am too nervous to think of any words. "I uh... I'm just... I'm really bad at math." I finally choke out.
I'm almost positive I see a small blush in Ms. V's face. She saw me... "Oh that's fine," she says as she gives my hand a squeeze. "We can fix that." She then pulls out a slip of paper and begins scribbling. "I'm writing you a pass for your next class, and also a note for your mother. Please take this home for her to sign so she knows why you will be late from school. I will be tutoring you for 2 hours every day after school, until we can get that grade up."
I blush hard, and smile. "Ok thanks. And good luck! You've probably bit off more than you can chew." I laugh nervously. "Um, see you tomorrow then."
"We will be just fine." She assures me. "Have a good day and I will see you tomorrow."
My mind is reeling as I walk out of the room. I head to my next class as I think. "How am I going to sit alone with her for 2 extra hours a day and not slip up?" I'm torn between finding an excuse to reject the offer and... "Well on the other hand I would get to spend 2 hours alone with my super hot teacher..." I decide try it for a bit and see what happens. Maybe it wasn't crazy to think she had thought of me in that way too. She did hold my hand. For a long time! I was hopeful, as I sat through my last class daydreaming of all the possibilities of tomorrow.
When the final bell rings I grab my bag and head for home. When I walk through the door of my house I run straight to the kitchen. Mom wouldn't be home until tomorrow, but I didn't want that to ruin my chance. I grab a pen and scribble my mom's signature along the bottom of the note. I shove it back in my bag and go to the living room to flip on the TV.
I wake up to my blaring alarm clock. I am nervous and excited for the end of the day. I take a shower and blow dry my hair then I pick out my clothes. So much for choices, thanks to the uniform dress code. I put on a black bra that pushes my tits up, and a matching G-string. I grab one of the white button up blouses, a tighter one from a year or two ago. Then I decide on the grey pleated skirt from last year as well, which was very short, since it was from before they made us re-order our uniforms for longer skirts (plus I had grown in height since then). It's barely halfway up my thighs and only gets shorter when I sit. I check myself in the mirror. Perfect. My brown hair is down and curly, and my eyes are lined with a thin layer of eye liner as well as mascara that makes my lashes look miles long. I am already letting my imagination get away with me as I head for the door.
When I get to school I keep an eye out for Ms. V, but I don't see her. I go to 1st period which seems days long. As the day drags on I keep thinking of what I wish would happen. My pussy is already dripping as I walk into 6th period.
As I walk into the room my senses are overcome by the alluring smell coming from the candle warmer in the corner of the room. The lights are a little dimmer today as well. It's a very calming environment, and I slowly make my way to my desk. When I sit down I turn to finally look at Ms. V. My jaw literally drops. She's wearing a sheer V-neck top with a lace tank top underneath. Her tits are practically spilling out of her shirt. As she stands to address the class she walks around to the front of her desk. I notice her loose flowing grey dress pants that accentuate her hips and ass incredibly well. My thoughts finally snap back to reality when I hear the word 'test.'
"You can work with the class on this review. Just keep it quiet, guys." Says Ms. V.
Everyone gets to work as I look down and realize I don't have a study guide on my desk. I look around. Everyone else has one. I stand up and smooth my skirt before making my way to her desk. I focus my eyes on hers, trying so hard not to let them roam as I finally speak.
"Um, I didn't get a study guide Ms. V."
I tug at my skirt nervously, part of me wishing I hadn't worn something so revealing. The more it rode up, the closer I was to exposing myself to the rest of the class as well at my gorgeous teacher.
Ms. V smiles, "Oh yes, here's yours Aria," gesturing to the packet on her desk. "If you need any help please just come ask." Her eyes trail down, taking in my slightly slutty appearance. I am worried I misread her. Maybe I look like an idiot and she's going to give me a detention. Ms. V then blushes furiously as she clears her throat and shushes the class. My brain is now exploding. "She was definitely checking me out!" I thought. The wetness between my legs was growing as I imagined what she might have been thinking. I grab my packet.
"Thanks. Oh! I almost forgot." I pull the signed note out of my pocket and hand it to her.
She takes the note from my hand.
"Oh good. I'm glad you got this signed. Why don't you go work with the rest of the class and we can go over it at the end of the day together?" She then leaned forward, giving me a clear view of her chest, as she scooted her chair out and stood up. She then proceeded to walk past me to go check on the rest of the class.
My cunt throbs as my eyes are torn from her tits, and then a wave of her perfume hits me like a brick wall. I quickly head back to my desk and try to look busy.
Ms. V keeps watching me as I talk with classmates about the study information and attempt to solve the problems. My pussy is literally aching. I can't help but notice the sexy pink pumps she is wearing, or the way her hardened nipples are poking through the sheer material. I squirm in my seat, which only makes my skirt ride up more. As I turn to talk to another student I forget and one leg moves before the other, as my legs part. I quickly realize and close them, glancing at her. Ms. V's head jerks back to her desk. She WAS looking!
As the bell rings I stand up and slowly leave class. "See you in a bit!" I say, as I rush out the door. The last hour of class drags on as I try to slow my racing heartbeat. I am doubtful of all the supposed 'signs' that Ms. V is interested in me. Maybe I was making them up. Wishful thinking. The final bell rings. I decide I don't care. I'm going to see what I can make happen. What the hell? Its senior year. I'll be gone soon.
I stand in the doorway watching her. "Hey Ms. V. So, where do you want me?"
She smirks and pulls a chair to the side of her desk. "Right here is fine." She taps the top of her desk in front of the seat, as she starts organizing papers and putting them away. She then stands up and shuts the door of the classroom and walks to the windows. Reaching for the curtains she pulls them shut. "Ahh, that's better. Seems quieter already doesn't it?" "Do you mind?" she says as she unbuttons her outer V-neck shirt to take it off. I shake my head as she sits down, answering as well as trying to rationalize what might be happening.
I lay my study packet on the desk and get a naughty idea. As I sit down I swing one leg in first, pulling the same trick that got her attention in class. I know I just flashed my entire pussy, G-string and all. Her lips part slightly and I can hear her breathing slightly heavier as she watches my skirt open and close slowly. She then shakes her head and grabs her pen as if nothing happened.
Inside I'm glowing! I definitely threw her off. I was feeling such a sense of pride knowing the response I had evoked from my sexy tutor, until panic hit. I hadn't got more than 5 or 6 questions answered in my packet. Algebra is such gibberish! I try and explain myself. "Um, I didn't get much done. I just can't focus today."
She takes the study guide from my hands and looks over it. My eyes drift to her breasts that are near falling out as she leans over the desk. "Hmm... You do have a lot to catch up on. I'm surprised you've let it go this far. You should have asked me for help, Aria."
I start to freak out before convincing myself that she is toying with me. "Well, I've been trying to learn this stuff for 4 years. I never seem to progress at all. So I guess I'm just hoping the grades of all my other classes will make up for the low grades in this one, so it doesn't mess up my GPA too bad. I just hate Algebra. Not that... you're not a great teacher..." I trail off.
