You'd never prided yourself on being particularly perverted, but when she sauntered over you couldn't help but notice the way her hips moved. The skirt she wore didn't help either, her cheer-leading skirt that reached her mid-thigh and seemed to move higher upwards every time she took a step. When she reached you, she placed her slender hand on your shoulder and tilted back her head to look at you, her grey eyes seeming to pierce into your soul.
She said needed help with Math, that she needed a tutor and that she thought that you would be a suitable one, and that you should come over after school. Although you barely heard her because every so often she would run her perfectly-shaped tongue over her lips, which were light pink and soft-looking.
When the bell sounded, she deliberately dropped her pen and bent over to get it, taking a particularly long time of doing so. Not that you minded. Her skirt rose when she bent over, showing over her glowing tan rear. Then when she began to leave she turned, winking an eye, leaving you bemused. |