She turned so that her tits moved away from his arm, but the electricity that passed between them was still vibrating, and her thigh was still mashed to his.

"Good," he said, "we'll be having a test on it."

"Thank you so much for explaining it to me, sir," Suzy said.

They sat there together for a silent moment.

"Well," he said, "will that be all then?"

Suzy then noticed the swelling in Mr. Holiday's jeans. Her eyes widened at the strength of the erection that pushed up against the tight denim.

He wanted to stand up and excuse her, but he knew this would certainly draw her attention to his big hard-on. Suzy kept looking at the bulge in his jeans, then she looked up at him, smiled coyly, and their eyes met in a flicker of passion.

"You may leave, Miss Kent," he said.

He's so handsome, Suzy thought. I'll never get a chance to be this close to him again. What should I do?

Her mind turned over all kinds of possibilities. Suddenly she said, "Would you like to kiss me, sir?"

"Please, Suzanne, don't get out of line."

"What?"

"That wouldn't be right at all," he said. "Why?"

"Well, because you are my student, and you shouldn't ever think about something like that."

"Like kissing?"

"Yes, ah…"

"But what's wrong with a kiss, sir?" She moved closer to him, their bodies alive and sizzling now with the excitement of the situation.

"Well, I just couldn't do that, Suzanne," he whispered, "it wouldn't be right… I mean you are a student, I'm the teacher, and besides, I'm forty-three years old."

"You can kiss me," Suzy said. "I'll bet you really wanna, don't you… I won't tell anyone, I promise."

He hesitated. It was certainly an invitation that intrigued him. Of course he wanted to kiss her. Who wouldn't have wanted to kiss such a lovely, sexy young lady?

Suzy turned her face up to him and offered her lips. He couldn't resist.