Edited more thoroughly -- but I still need an editor! The teachers tried to make her nervous about the new class she was to teach but it didn't cut any ice with her. At every school she had been assigned to, the teachers had tried to put her and the other student teachers off. She had an advantage this time. A fellow student teacher had been there last week and gave her the low-down on the class, so she knew this would be an easy week. Everyone was eighteen and just waiting to finish the term in two weeks. Her friend said they would all settle down even without her presence.
My name is James. I am 18 years old, am in my final year of high school, but most importantly, I've been wanting to make love to my English teacher, Ms. It's something I've wanted since 10th grade, when I first had her as my teacher. I immediately saw her as a woman, as well as a teacher. It always amazed me that she never married, but I wasn't complaining. Her body was stunning, having an hour-glass figure, with big full breasts, and wide fertile hips. Her body practically screamed for a man to plant his seed.
I read the official note again on the way to my fourth period teacher's classroom: "Come by room for a special lesson. This is for your greater knowledge only. Whatever the case, I walked into the classroom with the usual friendly greeting: a shave-and-a-haircut knock. He turned around at his desk and looked at me. I wanted to discuss a lesson I was planning to teach you. I crossed my legs so as not to appear so tomboyish in my skirt and faced him. Then he pulled the blinds over the windows all the way down and secured them. I started to wonder what exactly he was doing as he covered the door-window and flicked the bright lights off, but I shushed my suspicions and sat there as he came back to me. He sat back down and smiled at me. I'm a student, you're a teacher.
Nobody pays much attention to Westminster College: in Charlottesville, all eyes are focused on the University of Virginia, the storied institution of higher learning founded in the eighteenth century by Thomas Jefferson and attended by Edgar Allan Poe and many other luminaries. But Westminster itself dates its origins to the tumultuous post-Civil War period, when a new generation of Southerners was attempting to put the humiliation of defeat in battle behind it and establish a "New South" that could compete both economically and culturally with the victorious North. Some years ago Westminster duly celebrated its sesquicentennial and in its quiet way continued to operate as the classic "small liberal arts college.