The senior class of West Ridge high filed in as the last bell rang. Mrs. Miller was writing on the board and was oblivious to the stares of the teen-aged boys as they walked past. Her skintight jeans left little to the imagination. David was especially struck. He had a hard time concentrating in Biology these days. Mrs. Miller was always on his mind. He heard the stories that floated around school about her nude modeling and "entertaining" of former students and hoped that they were at least based on some facts. Even though his seat was towards the back of the room he still had a good vantage point for observing her alluring outfits.
She often wore her jeans so tight it was obvious she had no panties on. Her skirts were never closer than 6 inches to her knees. She stood at least six feet and her legs took up the majority of that. They were long and seductive. She spent hours in the sun, leaving them nice and tan. Some of her blouses also hinted to the fact that her breasts were equally tanned. Her long brown hair was flowing down her back David took his seat, as did the others and Mrs. Miller turned to address the class. David didn't hear a word that was said. He was too busy fantasizing about those longs legs and what it would be like to have them wrapped around his back. It wasn't until he heard Mrs. Miller saying his name that he came around.
"David, Have you been paying attention?" she asked as his snapped back to the class.
"Um…yeah. Of course. Could you repeat the question?"
"What I said was, I need a volunteer to help me put the frogs back in their storage after school tonight. Your head was bobbing up and down so I thought you were volunteering."
"Yeah sure. I'll help," David replied. Time alone with Mrs. Miller?? Who wouldn't volunteer? The rest of the day drug on for David. He had ALL kinds of ideas for what he could do, alone, with Mrs. Miller. When school was finally over he went back to her room.
"Sorry David. My last class got done early so we put the frogs up. I guess I don't need your help after all," she said from atop her desk. Her long legs were crossed and one was swinging seductively back and forth. Her black-rimmed glasses sat beside her on the desk.
Dejected, David said, "Its ok Mrs. Miller. I'll just have to walk home because I already missed my ride." His disappointment was clearly visible on his face.
"I was just getting ready to go myself. I can give you a ride. It's the least I can do since you WERE going to help me."
"Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to go out of your way or anything," David was hoping the excitement didn't show in his voice.
"No problem at all," Mrs. Miller said, giving David a sly grin. This one is kid of cute she thought to herself as she and David headed out of school.
As they were pulling out of the parking lot Mrs. Miller let her hand rest on the center console. She "accidentally" let it slide along David's leg as she drove. She would look over to gage his reaction from time to time. He seemed nervous but didn't move or say anything. As she pulled around a corner David finally spoke, "I live the other way Mrs. Miller."
"OH, I hope you don't mind. I need to drop some things off at my place before I take you home. My room mate needs them for her class tonight and then I can run you home."
"OK. No problem," David responded. His mind was again going wild with the idea of being at Mrs. Miller's HOUSE.
When they pulled up Mrs. Miller killed the engine. "Come on inside, David. We'll only be a minute." David jumped out of the car. He could not believe his luck. He was actually going IN Mrs. Miller's house.