First day, last hour. Time has passed quickly today as I’ve met the students that have elected to take the history classes I teach at the local Community College. This last class, The American Revolution, is not a required course for any degree program, so the students who took it will be those with a genuine interest in the subject. Scheduling it for the last hour will hopefully end each day on a positive note.

I look up from my desk in the front corner of the room when I hear the door open and see a young man enter at the back of the theater style room. He makes his way down the short steps and moves into a row about mid-room and takes a seat.

More students filter in and select their seats and I move up the rows introducing myself and checking their names off the roster. I hear the bell ring and see that there are only two students not in attendance. Not too bad.

As I return to my desk I hear the door open again and look up towards the back of the room. The person I see descending the stairs instantly takes my breath away.

Marie Slip. It’s been…four years? My heart is already beating fast as memories of a History 101 class at Tewksbury High School flash though my mind. To say I came very close to making a career ending decision with this erotic vision of teen femininity would be an understatement. I cannot think of Marie without thinking of the Police song, “Don’t Stand So Close”, and my palms begin to sweat as a result.

My blonde former student makes her way down the aisle, stepping carefully so that she doesn't trip as she descends towards the front rows. The black and white checkered skirt she's wearing barely covers her and all I see below that are those long sexy legs, ending in a pair of ridiculously high black heels.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor Donelli," she purrs in that cute voice that used to haunt my dreams. She came to the U.S. from Germany in her freshman year, and her accent drove all the young men crazy. Okay, not only the young ones.

"Miss Slip," I say, as I pick up the roster again, "I missed your name on the..."

"I just came from my councilor, sir." She's sitting down in a seat four rows up and directly in front of my lectern. "You'll get the update tomorrow, I'm sure."

Of fuck, there's that smile; that cute little smile that always made my cock hard. This must be a dream! Snap out of it, I've got a class to teach!

I clear my throat, "Well, great, welcome," and, looking up at the class, I welcome everyone and launch into my synopsis of the semester to come.

My prepared remarks are going well, but as hard as I try not to, I can't keep from looking at Marie. Four years! No longer a teen, she’s a beautiful young woman. She’s definitely grown; I'd say a pleasant C-cup at least. Her breasts press outwards against the tight white blouse she's wearing, making the button holes stretch slightly. Images of those buttons popping, one by one, flash through my brain.

Come on Darios, the Founding Fathers, as I was saying....

And those legs, my God! A movement catches my eye and I see those lovely legs move apart. Heelloo pink panties! Lacey and delicate, they barely cover her sex. She's either well-trimmed or hairless. I have to move away from the lectern if I'm to concentrate on the topic at hand, but my cock is so hard now I dare not leave its safe haven.

I continue a discussion with a student across the room, not knowing if what I'm saying makes sense or not. Marie is sucking on her pencil eraser and her other hand is in her lap. What the hell is she trying to do to me? Her fingers are...inching their way....down her bare thigh to her...crotch. Very subtly, she's stroking herself through her panties.

Another student, closer to me, has something to add to the discussion. As I turn I can see that no one is paying any attention to the bundle of raw sex in the fourth row. Her position in the seats is guaranteeing that this is a private show. But I have no doubts that when I explode it will be seen by all.

The bell rings, ending the class, and I feel as though I'm going to faint from relief. I grab a stack of papers and head up to the back to pass out the course hand-outs as the students leave. As the last one passes I look back to see that one student remains.

Marie.

She stands and glides down to my desk. Taking the hem of her short skirt in her hands, she lifts upwards, pulling the checkered fabric up over her shapely ass as she bends at the waist to lean over the desk. The bright pink of her panties makes for a dramatic contrast against the whiteness of her flesh.

I see her open the drawer, withdraw my wooden ruler, and set it on the edge of the desk. She looks up at me and presses her torso forward so that she can grip the far edge of the desk. Her legs separate so that each foot is outside the corresponding leg of the desk.

"I'm not really in your class, Mr. Donelli," she says, loud enough for me to hear. "I'm not even enrolled here at all. I'm just being a bad, bad, girl, sir."

I turn the lock on the door and begin my descent towards her.

"Yes you are, Marie, yes...you...are." A thousand dreams have just come true.