"Oh!" Miss Blake shouts, obviously surprised. "Anthony! I'm sorry, I was miles away!" she apologizes, pushing back a stray lock of hair.
"Um, that was my fault Miss, I will help you pick up the papers." you say rather loudly.
"So, how are you finding the project, Anthony?" she says, trying to make conversation.
"It's q-quite interesting! Not too hard, either. I have already done a few pages!" you brag, trying not to stare at her luscious curves too obviously.
"Well, you are on target to get a grade A, so I expect good things from you!" she replies.
You stand up and hand the messy pile of essays and paperwork to her. She hadn't taught you for a few days due to illness, and you had completely forgotten how beautiful she was, especially up close. But the one thing that always wondered is why she wore high, pointed stiletto heels as she was as tall as you anyway. Come to think of it, she was taller than most people when wearing heels. In your experience, women prefer to be shorter because they think that being tall is unusual for a female.
"...Anthony?" Miss Blake asks.
"Oh! Sorry, I was just thinking." you reply.
"About what?" she says.
"Er, nothing important." you mumble.
"Um, would you mind coming down to the lab at recess? I have some things I need to discuss with you." she asks, seeming somewhat hopeful.
"OK, sure!" you reply.
"Right, well see you later then!" she says, walking off. You realize the bell is ringing as you are fixated on her round butt...
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