Math
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You're a young, good looking math teacher. It's the end of the day and you're sitting at your desk while your class noisily filters out of the room, a sea of white shirts with the splashes of red of the school colors. You notice two girls who aren't pushing for the door. Amy Fox hasn't finished putting all her things in her bag and is facing away from you talking to her friend Hannah in low voices. Hannah seems amused by something, but is trying not to show it. She heads for the door with the last of her classmates. "Bye," she says casually as she passes you, then closes the door behind her as she leaves, leaving you alone with Amy.
As Amy packs the last of her things away you look at her blonde hair, then down at her gorgeous, toned, slender legs. She wears the same school uniform as everyone else, but somewhere she's found skirts so short you're surprised you can't see her panties. You've seen glimpses of them a couple of times, but you're pretty sure that was because she wanted it that way. That plus a few other things have made you think she wants you. Staring at you in class, laughing a little too readily at your jokes. She's not the first student to have a crush on you but she's by far the prettiest. You try not to, but whenever she walks past twisting her hips from side to side a little too much, you can't help but imagine bending her over a desk and fucking her brains out. You've even thought about her while you were having sex with your ex. Looking at her body now you start to get a hard-on and roll your chair closer to your desk so she won't see. You're sure she's about to come on to you, and curious how she's going to do it.
She seems to take a deep breath, then turns to you. "Could I ask you a question? A math question?" she smiles.
"Of course you can." Hmm, a strange place to start.
She walks over and sits on the corner of your desk, propping her legs on the edge of your chair. She's trying to play it cool but you can tell she's nervous. You look at her face but you're thinking about how easy it would be to slide your hand between her thighs.
"It's that 'cos' thing that you use for the angles. I don't get it. How does it work?" she asks.
