"Definitely," you say as gaze into her steel gray eyes. "Do you want to go somewhere private and...talk?"
She looks at you uncertainly, then her expression turns resolute.
"Yes."
The two of you head off the gymnasium floor and pretend to look at the trophy cases in the hallway while talking of inconsequential matters. The moment no one is looking, the two of you slip down the hallway.
"Oh look," you say, "Mrs Lebowski is still teaching geometry. I would have thought she'd be retired by now."
"Never," Heather answers darkly. "The anguish of children feeds and strengthens her so that she'll never die."
You laugh. At this point you would laugh at any joke Heather told.
"Let's go in, maybe we'll find her coffin and we can stake her," you say as you push open the door.
The classroom has probably had the same decorations since Mrs Lebowski first began teaching. Faded pictures of squares, circles, and other shapes decorate the wall. Her desk, with the fake plastic apple, is just as neat and tidy as you remember.
Heather stands in the doorway, looking in, as you seat yourself at the teacher's desk.
"I hate this room. I hate geometry," Heather says passionately.
"Well," you answer slyly. "Maybe we should make some new memories. Give you a better experience."
You gesture towards the rows of desks lined up before you. "Come, have a seat. You will be the pupil and I will be the teacher."
She's still standing in the doorway. She hasn't come in yet. She seemed open earlier. You're wondering if you had misread her interest in you. She disabuses you of that notion.
"Fine, but no geometry. You will be teaching...Anatomy and Physiology."
She walks toward your desk with slow measured steps. You're mesmerized by the sway of her hips, silhouetted by the hallway light. She pushes you back in your chair and steps into the space between your thighs.
You figure now is a good time to get an eyeful of her cleavage. Its rising up and down with her shallow, quickened breath. Through her bra and dress her nipples are straining and you can see their faint outline.
"We shall begin the lecture on that organ where we all begin. As babes we all spend the early part of our lives taking nourishment from the mammaries, like so."
You bite down through the cloth on her right nipple, punishing it with your teeth. She moans and presses groin to yours. Your hard erection
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