The thought of Ms. Hamilton getting worried over your grades makes you sad. She's such a nice teacher, you hate making her feel bad. Although she's the very reason your grades are going down. Watching her toes scrunch in her shoes takes more of your attention than the lessons she teaches.
You walk under the door to find the whole classroom empty. Not even the teacher is in yet. Since it's too late to change your mind you head for your desk. In order to keep you safe, your desk is positioned under Ms. Hamilton's. Its a great way for you to get a voyeuristic view up her skirt or at her feet. Especially with her summer wardrobe. You keep moving your desk closer and closer without her noticing over the past few weeks. In fact...since the class is empty, you might as well move a bit more. You throw your back pack on the ground and push your scaled desk towards the teacher's chair. Once you're a few feet closer, you stop and take a seat. If you move too much, she'll notice. You pull out the notes in your back pack and review everything. You may not pay attention during the explanation, but you always copy the notes off the board.
You read for a minutes, absorbing everything easily. Not many people realize it, but you're quite intelligent. Then the sound of the door slamming shut and the slapping of sandals against feet draws your attention. Ms. Hamilton walks to her desk, guzzling coffee out of her mug with a stack of papers in hand. It was a good decision to move your desk. The older woman is wearing a flowing, yellow summer dress and white flip flops. While she stands over your desk you have a clear view of her white panties. Ms. Hamilton is a plump woman, her legs and stomach have some extra padding to them. But to you, its just more to look at. Unfortunately it seems you moved the desk a bit too close. The dirty sole of her shoe blocks out the light before slamming down onto you, crushing you and your desk onto the floor.
A light pressure weigh down on you from the weight of her leg. It twists about for a few seconds before pulling off of you. You're covered in dirt but otherwise fine. Looking up, you notice your goofy teacher having a much harder time.
"Tina?! I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't see you! Are you alright?!" She looks about ready to cry. You stand up and give her a comforting thumbs up. She reaches down and keeps her palm next to you. You climb on her palm to let her hoist you up to her desk. She can't pick you up in fear it would be interpreted as a teacher grabbing a student. Once you hop off, she pulls off her glasses to rub tears away from her eyes.
"Oh god, I didn't mean it! I'm so sorry!"
"Honestly, it's not that big of a deal..."
"It is! Oh god, I could lose my job!" Fear strikes into her face before looking back to you. "Are you...going to tell?"
"No! Ms. Hamilton, you're my favorite teacher. I would never do anything to get you in trouble!"
"Do...do you mean it?"
"Of course!" You exclaim. She bit her lip and looked at you. Her mouth opened slowly and said...
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