I tug my shirt a bit trying to make it come low enough to hide the hardness pressing out from my pants.
"Did I say something to embarrass you?" Mrs. asks. She is clearly looking at the bulge in my pants now. Her smirk seems to have gotten bigger.
"Uh..no ma'am. I was just thinking." Oops. That was a stupid remark. Can my face possibly get redder?
"Glad to see you were thinking because you sure haven't been listening to anything I've said. Now why don't you just tell me what's on your mind?" Mrs. has crossed her legs again causing her skirt to hike up her legs.
She hasn't taken her eyes off my bulge and I swear my rod is getting even stiffer as she watches!
"What's on my mind? Uh..uh. Nothing Ma'am." Maybe she'll just let me go to my next class.
"John, I'm definitely going to get to the bottom of this and find out what's going through your mind. Come here after your last class and let's get this over with," she orders and then adds, "I hope you're not too stiff by then."
I hear her laughing quietly as I leave the room.
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