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“Notepad on your desks,” she instructed, her voice carrying that familiar authoritative cadence that had both attracted and intimidated him all year. “I want a five-hundred-word summary on chapter twelve by Friday.” As she continued her lecture, her movements flowing in that graceful yet rigid manner she possessed, John remained transfixed. He’d imagined this moment a thousand times – the way her skirt would hitch when she climbed the steps to the whiteboard, how her blouse strained against her breasts when she leaned over his desk to scold him for talking in class. His cock thickened in his jeans, pressing uncomfortably against the zipper. Time to turn those fantasies into reality.