Bill went through the books he had gotten from the library as he waited for Miss Simmons to arrive.

It was rather late, so there wasn't anyone left at the lecture hall, but this was the

only time she could meet with him, and given his current grades, it wasn't as if Bill could be picky.

He had focused too much on partying ever since he moved into college and too little on his studies. It was time to settle down

and start to apply himself. That was where the lovely Miss Simmons came in. She had offered him

private classes, so he'd be able to finally catch up, and he had immediately said yes. Why she wanted to spend her free time

with a student was beyond him, but he wasn't going to question a good thing. Plus, Miss Simmons was the

wet dream of most students on campus, including women. Her legs seemed to go on for miles. Her hair was wavy and impossibly long,

and she chose to wear those tight dresses which enhanced her perky breasts in all the right ways.

Bill was 19, and though he could be popular with girls his age, he had never been with anyone

as sexy as Miss Simmons. He could get lost staring at the gorgeous 35-year-old woman, class after class.

She was the strict sort of teacher, the kind that could make sure everyone went quiet with a hard stare.

He liked that about her, too.

Women who took charge, who knew what they wanted and got others to do the same,

were too enthralling to the young man.

Okay, so let's get this started. He was caught by surprise by Miss Simmons'

stern voice. He was too lost in his own thoughts to hear the click-clacking of her high heels

approaching him. The stunning red-headed woman didn't even bother saying hello. As usual, she went straight to business, a no-nonsense

kind of woman, and though Bill tried so hard to focus on the task at hand, it became harder and

harder with each passing minute. She was sitting so close to him, and he could smell her sweet perfume. He could brush his hand

against her arm, almost imperceptibly. Without it being inappropriate, he could see right down her

cleavage, and those breasts were a work of art, especially from close bill you aren't paying attention she scolded him for the third time and though he tried to quickly avert his gaze

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