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The Lesson Part 1A

The Lesson Part I

It was Christina's turn to read her report on Modern

Civilization to the class. She shifted in her seat
uncomfortably when Professor Finicky called her name.
He
was a middle aged man, tall, handsome, with a somewhat
muscular build.

Christina shifted nervously and looked at the clock, hoping
for
a reprieve. Unfortunately, there was lots of time left
on
the clock. It was her final class of the day and she had
hoped to, once again, barely get by by the hem of her skirt.

Professor Finicky eyed her suspiciously and stroked his

short goatee while he thought long and hard... "See
me
after class" he responded, after what seemed like
an
eternity.

The minutes ticked by more slowly for Christina than for
the
others. At last, the bell finally rang. It too even seemed

to ring more slowly than usual. The class slowly cleared

out of the room. Professor Finicky remained motionless
in
his chair. Christina hoped he had forgotten. In a last ditch

effort to avoid detention, she quietly collected her books

and headed for the door.

Professor Finicky watched her, over the tops of his steel

rimmed glasses, as she approached his desk. He traced his

way up her stark white knee high stockings. His eyes then

came to rest on the hemline of her short plaid skirt, as it

swung from side to side, teasing him.

As she passed, he sat motionless, straining his eyes as
they
continued their journey up her white blouse. Just then,
she
turned for the door. He drank in the profile of her breasts
as they jiggled with in the confines of her tight, sheer,
blouse.

As she walked away, his eyes fell back to the hemline of her

skirt. Her creamy, almond thighs occasionally peeking
out between
the above-knee socks and her short skirt. She reached for

the knob, her heart pounding, just in time to hear
"Christina?".

Slowly, she turned to look at Professor Finicky...

"Christina, I thought I had asked you to see me after
class."
said Professor Finicky softly.

"Oh, that's right, that was today, wasn't
it?" she let out
a soft, nervous laugh... and then fell silent,
still hoping to get out of certain detention. This wasn't

the first time she had not done an assignment and most
certainly not the first time she had tried to sneak out of
a
detention either.

Slowly, Christina approached his desk. Professor Finicky

quietly pushed his chair back from his desk. For what seemed

to be like the first time, Christina looked Professor Finicky

over. From his short dark hair, down to his powerful chest,

his kaki pants, and what shockingly seemed like a large
lump
in the crotch of his pants.

Christina quickly blushed. Professor Finicky, matching
her
gaze, suddenly realized exactly how much he really had
been
studying her as she was leaving the room.