"It's about Carl."

"What?" Amy asked. "I'll tell you tonight." Amy was sure they were going to be married.

"Well, okay then," she said.

She walked to school and went to classes. After her English class, Mr. Lane stopped her.

"Stay a moment with me," he said.

"Me?"

"Yes, you, Miss Cosgrove."

Amy stood in front of his desk. She looked charming in her school uniform, her sweet little skirt that fit tightly around her young, juicy hips, then pleated out five inches above her knees. Her pink sweater was slick and her yummy tits gave the sweater a delicious lift.

Her blonde hair was banged and pulled into a ponytail.

Mr. Lane smiled. "How are you coming with your assignments, Miss Cosgrove?"

"Okay, sir."

"That's good."

Amy saw how his eyes looked her over. She dared to think that her teacher liked her a lot. She smiled back, her pretty white teeth glistening, her thick little lips pink and wet.

Mr. Lane stood up. His tight jeans bulged at the crotch. And Amy thought she could detect a blossoming erection starting to happen.

"Well," he said, "if you need help with anything, please let me know, will you?"

Was that an invitation? Amy wondered. Or does he really want to help me?

"Okay, sure," Amy said.

His eyes burned at her tits. Then he looked into Amy's blue eyes.

"Yes, just come up to my office if you need anything," he offered.

"Gee, I will. Maybe when I finish reading Julius Caesar I'll come and see you."

"That will be fine. We can discuss Brutus' motive."

He sat back down, but not before Amy was sure that she saw his crotch move with the thump of his cock.

She smiled again and left class. She tingled as she walked down the hall.

I think Mr. Lane wants to do more than talk, she thought. God, and he's so handsome and manly and stuff.