Something mischievous gleamed in Tammy's eyes, even as she innocently shook her head. "I don't think so, Mr. Jennings. Why?"

"Well, we really don't have a formal one here either. Times have changed quite a bit since I first started teaching. Nonetheless, Tammy, if you don't mind, I would like to ask you a little favor."

"What's that, sir?"

"Would you mind wearing clothes that are… a little less revealing… in the future?" Tammy looked down at herself in mock dismay. "What's wrong with what I've got on?"

Jennings seemed increasingly, flustered as the conversation continued. "Well, it's provocative, Tammy. Teenage boys are very easily excited, you know, and same of them were obviously having difficulty concentrating on my lesson today."

"But lots of girls wear cut-offs and tube tops!" Tammy protested. "I saw girls dressed like that all over school!"

"I realize that, Tammy, but the other girls aren't nearly as… well-developed as you are. Every silver lining has its cloud, in a sense. It's just a lot easier for a young lady with your unusual physical, attributes to entice males than it would be for other girls. Perhaps if you wore a bra things might be different. That would be good for a start."

There was a long pause. Tammy's cunt throbbed wetly as she stared steadily at the cock-bulge in her teacher's pants, which was now so big and stiff that it looked like his prick might explode through his slacks.

"Mr. Jennings," she said softly, "I don't think its the other boys you're concerned about at all. I think you're just too scared to say how much you want to fuck me."

Jennings blushed fiercely. "Why, T-Tammy!" he sputtered. "What a thing to say to me! You must know that's not true at all."

"Not true, huh?" Tammy's ripe lips, broke into a lascivious smile as she shamelessly lifted her hand to squeeze the rock-hard prick pulsing in his slacks. "Then how come your cock is so hard, Mr. Jennings? Hmm?"