At the end of class, I looked at my notebook. Saying it was empty would be a lie. It was full of doodles and a sketch of Ms Porter’s ass, decorated with a certain imprint. I was so engrossed in that sight that I hadn’t noticed the bell.

“Tina?” Ms Porter asked. I looked up as she was walking towards me, moving those hips of her in a way that made me want to run to First Aid to get some oxygen. I was once again completely mesmerized by the sight in front of me, already searching for a bowl to catch my popping eyes.

I got my fat, large trout out of my pocket to slap myself when she said: “Can I see that drawing, Tina?”

She didn’t wait for my approval and pulled the notebook towards her. I silently decided on what coffin I wanted as I was dying at the spot.

She chuckled when she saw the drawing of her perfect ass, imprinted with the word “Tina”, as I had imagined it.

“Already claiming me, are you?” she said, putting the notebook back down. She took a seat next to me and said: “I must say, my first impression of you was quite wrong.”

“W-wrong?” I stammered, kicking myself once again and suffering from the bruises this caused.

“Well, you are more. Not only are you the hottest person I have seen in this class lately, you also seem to have a possessive streak which I think is very cute.”

She thinks I’m the hottest person she’s seen for a while! That’s so cool… I mean, look at all the girls she can get, drooling over her. I was trying to find a witty, funny answer that would make her fall off her chair so I could give her mouth-to-mouth, but I managed to give the most stupid answer one can ever think of.

“Oh… uhm… thank you.”

“Just one thing, Tina. Don’t claim someone’s behind before having felt it.”

“Oh.” What a fabulous answer! Oh! Touch that damn ass already! “Is that an invitation?” The bruises were getting too heavy to be unnoticed. I really should go to First Aid after all.

“You could see it like that, yes,” she said, standing up. I did the same and felt a bit uncomfortable.

“So any girl does this you? I mean, you’re a teacher…”

“No, any girl does this in their wildest dreams.”

I laid my hands on her ass cheeks, rubbed them softly and then squeezed them gently.

“You like?” she asked with a sly smile.

“Me like very much,” I nodded.

“Good. Before you go to your next class, could you do me one last favour?”

“Anything.” Or how to sound desperate.

“Let me check out your kissing abilities.”

First Aid was becoming a spot I would visit recently as I almost fainted. Perfect Porter was asking me to kiss her?!

“Oh –  sure, Ms Porter.”

“Bette.”

“What?”

“Call me Bette, as everyone does.”

“Okay, Bette.”

I leant in closer and brushed my lips softly against hers before stroking her lips with my tongue. She parted them and I my tongue snaked inside her mouth. My stomach fluttered and my mind was dazzled. Her tongue answered mine and as we were kissing fiercely I swore my panties were about to drop with the high level of wetness.

We finally let go to catch some oxygen and she said: “Approved, Kennard. You can go, I want to see you after your last class.”

I didn’t care she was so bossy, it even was a turn-on. “I’ll be there.”