You think for a minute. Then, you finally decide that between Ms. Demaro and Ms. Smith, there is no wrong choice. Deciding you'd do better to just continue your day, you head off to English class. As you walk in and take your seat, you don't regret that decision.
The teacher for this class is fairly new. Her name is Ms. Smith. She is twenty-three years old, and fresh out of college. Wow! She is quite the beauty. She is wearing a tight black sweater, faded blue jeans, and running shoes. She dresses more-casual for a teacher. She is quite popular with students because of her looks and personality. She is five foot nine with size C tits, dirty-blond hair tied in a ponytail, and a firm, perfect-sized ass. Tremendous!
*DING* *DING* *DING* Class begins.
Ms. Smith immediately rises from her chair, and begins pacing across the room, explaining something. You are unsure of what, as your mind is equally-divided between thoughts of her and Mrs. Demaro. Suddenly, Ms. Smith stops.
You are immediately frightened, realizing she perhaps caught you staring, and will call you out in front of the class. However, the classroom door soon opens, and in walks your Math teacher.
As she approaches Ms. Smith, your mind goes into orgasmic overdrive. You had been wondering what choice to make between them, but you are now struck with the idea of literally being placed between them. As Ms. Demaro hands Ms. Smith a note and exits, you bring your thoughts back to the present.
You watch as she reads the note, glancing briefly every-so-often at you. Finally, she again speaks out loud.
"Dan," she says, "I've just been informed of your special situation. Please stay after class so we can discuss how to handle this."
You simply nod. Seconds later, she continues (you assume) with what she had been explaining to the class. |