I stand in front of amy’s desk staring at her, she has blonde hair that hangs down past her shoulders and I can see down the front of her tank top to her cute young breasts. She glances up from her homework and sees me looking at her. I blush as she smiles at me. I watch as she unbuttons a third button on her thin tank top and pulls the top open a little, giving me a better view of her small pert breasts and her lacy bra. Her hand then starts rubbing her chest, I can see she is running her fingers between her bra cups and occasionally sliding one finger under a cup and touching her bare breast.
“Mrs Herndon, can you help me with this question.” Amy says biting her fingernail as she looks up at me.
My legs feel wobbly as I walk over beside Amy’s desk and bend over next to her. Looking down at her textbook, I read the question she is pointing at. Suddenly I feel Amy’s hand on my leg, sliding up underneath my dress. My body freezes and Amy looks up at me and smiles. I feel her fingertips brush against my panties and stroke my pussy. A sigh escapes my lips and my face turns bright red.
“Its ok ma’am, I think I’ve figured it out.” Amy says slowly withdrawing her hand. “Can I see you later today though if I have any other questions?” She says as she looks at me with her warm inviting eyes.
I nod. “Yes of course. I was going to go home right after classes, but you can come over. It is a nice day and I was going to be out by the pool, You can enjoy the weather and I can answer your questions poolside.”
“Great, I’ll be there.” Amy says.
I quickly stand up and compose myself as other students are filing into the classroom. As I begin to teach I wonder what I had just done. Did I really invite Amy over to my house? What would my eighteen and nineteen year old daughters Jenny and Julie think?
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