The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as Kellie Macaleese leaned against her wooden desk at the front of the classroom, grading papers while her students worked quietly. The scent of dry erase markers and old textbooks lingered in the air. Her burgundy pencil skirt hugged her generous curves, accentuating her famously voluptuous figure that had been the subject of many whispered conversations among the male student body.
At the back of the room, Aidan McGee's gaze kept drifting away from his textbook. His pencil had been motionless on his notebook for nearly ten minutes as his attention repeatedly wandered toward his teacher's prominent posterior, currently showcased perfectly as she bent slightly to organize some materials on her desk. The way her skirt tightened across her round hips was hypnotic, and Aidan found himself swallowing hard, his adolescent imagination running wild.
Kellie might have been grading papers, but she wasn't oblivious. She'd been teaching long enough to recognize that particular brand of distracted silence from teenage boys. A subtle smirk played across her glossed lips as she caught Aidan's gaze darting away for the third time. Oh yes, she'd noticed.
As the final bell rang and students shuffled out, Kellie deliberately lingered, straightening her desk with slow, exaggerated movements that made her skirt shift tantalizingly. "Aidan?" she called just as he reached the door, her voice dripping with faux innocence. "Could you stay behind for a moment? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."
The way his Adam's apple bobbed nervously told her everything she needed to know. This was going to be fun. After all, what was the harm in making the boy squirm a little before she forced him to admit what they both already knew? History wasn't just about dates and dead people - sometimes it was about teaching life lessons too.
