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A Boy at a Strict Girls School | mistress_alexia | 4

 

You head off to drop off your books at your new locker, taking only a notebook, two pencils, and your World Literature book as you rush to find your class. You walk in with only a few seconds left to spare. Since you are the last student in the room, you are stuck with the last desk…front row in front of the teacher’s desk.

You notice on the schedule that the instructor’s name is Dr. Hilary Balkin. Knowing how most of your English and Humanities teachers looked like in the past, you are surprised to see a tall, athletic redheaded woman enter the classroom. Her long hair is pulled up in a bun, but the bun is relaxed, giving her a casual, friendly look rather than a stern one. She smiles at the class as she puts on her stylish reading glasses and sits on the edge of the desk.

From the way she moves, you can tell she’s younger, maybe late 30s or early 40s – old enough to have plenty of experience as a teacher, but still young enough to care about the students and the subject matter. Apparently, she is not used to having males in the classroom, however. Her professional white button down blouse is not transparent enough to show anything, but it does hug her curves and breasts quite nicely without looking too tight or showy. Her black stockings, heels, and skirt are much the same – they show she has a beautiful body without flaunting it or distracting you with it. Her legs cross right in front of you as she calls roll.

Dr. Balkin soon has the class involved in a deep discussion of why literature and reading is important. Her graceful moves and soft, never-out-of-control voice cause the class to catch her excitement as you and the other students interact with her. Suddenly, as the class is about to end, she turns to the chalkboard to write down her office number and hours. As she writes, she bends over a bit and you can’t help but admire her hips. An unwelcome twinge in your pants accompanies the question of whether she’s a screamer or not. You push the thought down as she dismisses the class and you try to find your next subject.

 

Where to now?


          Stopped by the teacher

 
 
 

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