When I was in highschool we had a biology teacher called Mr Mallard. He was tall and had short cropped hair. He was kind of skinny but had this really tight ass that had every girl going crazy. Of course he never did anything to his students, in fact he’s only just recently gotten engaged to the physics teacher Miss Kerbs.
I was like any of the other impressionable girls studying genetics and nervous systems under him. Completely head over heels. My biology book was covered in doodled hearts and HS 4 DM (his first name was Dave!) I always hitched my pleated skirt up a little more before his classes, and had just one too many buttons undone on my white shirt! Sometimes I would even wear a shocking bright pink or yellow bra that showed through the thin white material. I was also going through a period where I was loving my Asian heritage and my hair was always up in the cutest Chinese buns. Of course I wore no make up, it was against school regulations, that being said other girls managed to cake it on! I preferred the fresh school girl look though.
I almost feel sorry for Mr Mallard now though, thinking back on my biology lessons. Here he was, just trying to teach us biology and get us through school, and here we were trying to get him into our pants. I spent many a lesson fantasising wildly about things I could be doing besides learning the function of the kidney…
My favourite fantasy is one where after class he tells me to stay behind. I must have done something wrong.