Regular Sex ~ Issue 8 (The Regular Sex Series) by Kitty French Page A
Authors: Kitty French
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with them when he speaks, and I find myself watching them and wishing they were
all over my body.
It hasn't
escaped me that the class has steadily become busier and busier since he took
over, word is obviously getting around that there's a hot new teacher on the
block. It's a sad fact that my grades have slipped since he arrived. My
concentration is shot because my deviant brain can't stop stripping Mr. East
naked.
Is that bad?
It's not really, is it? Except for that I'll probably flunk the class and end
up in the blasted petrol kiosk forever, which would actually be very bad
indeed. That's kind of why I'm here. I figure that if I take things further
with him I'll work him out of my system, and if he knocks me back I'll
hopefully be too mortified to let him distract me from my work in the future.
It's not much of a plan. In fact, I made that last bit up to sound more
cosmopolitan, because if he knocks me back, there's every chance I'll never
darken the door of this classroom again. I haven't really thought this through
beyond getting him alone. He's looking at me now over his dark rimmed glasses,
and I wonder if he really needs them or if he just wears them as part of his
sexy teacher uniform.
I hope it's that,
because I plan on sliding them off his face soon and I want him to still be
able to see the underwear I've splashed out on especially for him. It's red,
but not slutty, if that's even possible. It can't actually BE slutty at the
price I've paid for it!
'Is there
anything I can help you with, Jessica?'
You betcha
sweet ass there is, Mr. East. You can help me out of my clothes, for starters.
'Well, actually,'
I pause and bite my bottom lip. 'Seeing as it seems I've mixed my days up, it'd
be a big help to me to go over a couple of points from last week’s lesson.' I
cast my eyes at the pile of marking on his desk. 'As long as you're sure I'm
not interrupting?'
He rolls his
shoulders and flexes his neck to the side. 'I could do with a break from these,
anyway.' He nods towards a chair at the front of the class. 'Take a seat. I'll
be with you in one minute.'
He picks up his
pen and writes something down on the paper on top of the pile, and I glance out
of the window at the playing fields beyond. It's late summer and the room is
sun warm from the big glass windows along one wall, and bathed in mellow
afternoon shafts of light. I watch dust motes dance in the beams, and breathe in
the smell of polished floor and academia. It's a place I only appreciate now as
an adult, a quiet space, an underscore of peace. Or else it was, before Mr.
Eat-me-East arrived and turned the place into eye candy central.
'I'm ready for
you now,' he says suddenly, and my head snaps back around to look at him. A
slight smile plays around his full mouth, and his petrol blue eyes look amused
and enquiring.
I'm ready for
you now too . I sit up to attention and throw an answering uncertain smile
his way.
'What was it
about last week’s lesson you wanted to run through, Jessica?' he asks, and OMG,
the way he looks at me! He's relaxed in his chair and idly flicking the pencil
across his knuckles.
I should tell
you at this point that we're studying anatomy at the moment. Imagine it; this
hot as hell guy who looks more like he should be on TV than in a classroom
using an overhead projector to point out the finer points of the female body to
a group of students who are hanging off his every word.
'This might
sound stupid, Mr. East, but I find it really hard to remember all of the correct
anatomical terminologies. I mean, I know the common ones of course, but I
wondered if you had any hints or tips on how to remember the more tricky ones.'
He nods slowly,
looking at me over his glasses.
'I see.'
Does he? Does he
see through my lame question to the real one beneath it?
He's messing in
the drawer of his desk now, and when he closes it again, he has a pen in his
hand.
'I learned this
little trick years ago,' he says. 'Come on over
with them when he speaks, and I find myself watching them and wishing they were
all over my body.
It hasn't
escaped me that the class has steadily become busier and busier since he took
over, word is obviously getting around that there's a hot new teacher on the
block. It's a sad fact that my grades have slipped since he arrived. My
concentration is shot because my deviant brain can't stop stripping Mr. East
naked.
Is that bad?
It's not really, is it? Except for that I'll probably flunk the class and end
up in the blasted petrol kiosk forever, which would actually be very bad
indeed. That's kind of why I'm here. I figure that if I take things further
with him I'll work him out of my system, and if he knocks me back I'll
hopefully be too mortified to let him distract me from my work in the future.
It's not much of a plan. In fact, I made that last bit up to sound more
cosmopolitan, because if he knocks me back, there's every chance I'll never
darken the door of this classroom again. I haven't really thought this through
beyond getting him alone. He's looking at me now over his dark rimmed glasses,
and I wonder if he really needs them or if he just wears them as part of his
sexy teacher uniform.
I hope it's that,
because I plan on sliding them off his face soon and I want him to still be
able to see the underwear I've splashed out on especially for him. It's red,
but not slutty, if that's even possible. It can't actually BE slutty at the
price I've paid for it!
'Is there
anything I can help you with, Jessica?'
You betcha
sweet ass there is, Mr. East. You can help me out of my clothes, for starters.
'Well, actually,'
I pause and bite my bottom lip. 'Seeing as it seems I've mixed my days up, it'd
be a big help to me to go over a couple of points from last week’s lesson.' I
cast my eyes at the pile of marking on his desk. 'As long as you're sure I'm
not interrupting?'
He rolls his
shoulders and flexes his neck to the side. 'I could do with a break from these,
anyway.' He nods towards a chair at the front of the class. 'Take a seat. I'll
be with you in one minute.'
He picks up his
pen and writes something down on the paper on top of the pile, and I glance out
of the window at the playing fields beyond. It's late summer and the room is
sun warm from the big glass windows along one wall, and bathed in mellow
afternoon shafts of light. I watch dust motes dance in the beams, and breathe in
the smell of polished floor and academia. It's a place I only appreciate now as
an adult, a quiet space, an underscore of peace. Or else it was, before Mr.
Eat-me-East arrived and turned the place into eye candy central.
'I'm ready for
you now,' he says suddenly, and my head snaps back around to look at him. A
slight smile plays around his full mouth, and his petrol blue eyes look amused
and enquiring.
I'm ready for
you now too . I sit up to attention and throw an answering uncertain smile
his way.
'What was it
about last week’s lesson you wanted to run through, Jessica?' he asks, and OMG,
the way he looks at me! He's relaxed in his chair and idly flicking the pencil
across his knuckles.
I should tell
you at this point that we're studying anatomy at the moment. Imagine it; this
hot as hell guy who looks more like he should be on TV than in a classroom
using an overhead projector to point out the finer points of the female body to
a group of students who are hanging off his every word.
'This might
sound stupid, Mr. East, but I find it really hard to remember all of the correct
anatomical terminologies. I mean, I know the common ones of course, but I
wondered if you had any hints or tips on how to remember the more tricky ones.'
He nods slowly,
looking at me over his glasses.
'I see.'
Does he? Does he
see through my lame question to the real one beneath it?
He's messing in
the drawer of his desk now, and when he closes it again, he has a pen in his
hand.
'I learned this
little trick years ago,' he says. 'Come on over
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