"You keep looking at my legs," she said to her teacher. "Would you like to touch them?"

"I beg your pardon?" Mr. Anderson stammered. His face was red but Cammy also noticed there was a lump in his pants.

"They're nice legs, don't you think?" She couldn't believe she was saying these things, but the malt liquor kept her from losing her nerve. "Aren't they nice?"

"They're magnificent legs," Mr. Anderson said unexpectedly. He stared again. Camilla took his wrist and put his hand against her thigh.

"Feel how firm I am. Go on, squeeze me!" Mr. Anderson squeezed. "Jesus!" he murmured, "what am I doing?"

"You're feeling my leg!" Cammy giggled. She was drunk. "Try the other one if you want!"

It felt good when Mr. Anderson slipped his finger higher, petting the satin smooth skin of her inner thigh. Then his finger touched the crotch of her panties and it felt even better.

Cammy tried to remember all the things Janet had been telling her about sex being good and healthy and all. She closed her eyes and leaned against Mr. Anderson's shoulder. He wasn't a bad looking guy. When he took his glasses off, he was even kinda handsome.

"You're nice," Cammy sighed. "You touch me nice!"

"Camilla, I don't quite know what to say."

"Ohhhhhh," Camilla moaned, moving her hips as her teacher pushed his finger against the taut, damp band of silk that stretched across her young pussy. He rubbed her and she turned her mouth up to be kissed. Mr. Anderson's tongue went between her teeth and he pulled her body hard against him. Suddenly, his fingers were stretching the elastic of her panties as he forced her crotchband aside. His finger danced over her clit, and she arched her back.