Her teeth bit down into the luscious red bottom lip, fingers curling in on themselves, nails being driven into her sweaty palms. Her thoughts were a mess, the work on her desk completely forgotten. Her big blue eyes, trained the ever so slightly rising skirt of the teacher's assistant. The curvy butt straining the black fabric, the brown bare legs underneath exposed to the hot summer's air, from which slight hint of sweat shimmered in the midday sun. Squirming in her seat, she could feel a slight flush over her face, burning lightly as her mind raced through the possibilities, her soft index finger trailing lightly across her inner thigh, moving ever so slowly closer towards the fork of her legs, coming ever so close to the strange shape creating a very noticeable bulge in her pants.

"Having trouble with your answer, Miss Salmacis?" Sasha, flinching, smashed her knee into the metal leg of the desk, the wood of the desk skidding across the floor, smashing into another desk. "Fuck!" Sasha shouted, her hands immediately clasping around knee, her eyes narrowing, training themselves onto the diminutive fuckwit of a teacher. Then her eyes drifted slightly, the entire classes' eyes painting her body.

Sasha clenched her legs together, desperate to hide , but the silence was quickly broken by an eruption of laugher, jokes being passed around while they turned back to their own tables. A flush covered Sasha's now downcast face, her long golden hair obscuring her vision.

A light clearing of the throat draws Sasha's attention back upwards "Is that a no?"

Biting back a sharp retort, followed by a foul insult, Sasha took a deep breath, her buxom chest expanding for a simple moment, then releasing it. With a bright and happy voice, Sasha pointed to her paper "Yes Sir, I can't seem to remember this question." Her pencil tapped on one of the many unfilled text boxes, looking at the aged man, instead of the sheet.

He was short, his head would be at eye level with her tits if they stood up together. His grey eyes hidden behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses. His dry lips open "Ah yes, the children of Aphrodite... We studied this just last lesson, shouldn't you have taken some notes on this?"
Her teeth bit down into the luscious red bottom lip, fingers curling in on themselves, nails being driven into her sweaty palms. Her thoughts were a mess, the work on her desk completely forgotten. Her big blue eyes, trained the ever so slightly rising skirt of the teacher's assistant. The curvy butt straining the black fabric, the brown bare legs underneath exposed to the hot summer's air, from which slight hint of sweat shimmered in the midday sun.

Squirming in her seat, she could feel a slight flush over her face, burning lightly as her mind raced through the possibilities, her soft index finger trailing lightly across her inner thigh, moving ever so slowly closer towards the fork of her legs, coming ever so close to the strange shape creating a very noticeable bulge in her pants. Each little movement of the fabric sending sparks of pleasure up her spine, Sasha let out a drawn out sigh of content.

"Having trouble with your answer, Miss Salmacis?" Sasha, flinching, smashed her knee into the metal leg of the desk, the wood of the desk skidding across the floor, smashing into another desk. "Fuck!" Sasha shouted, her hands immediately clasping around knee, her eyes narrowing, training themselves onto the diminutive fuckwit of a teacher. Then her eyes drifted slightly, the entire classes' eyes painting her body.

Sasha clenched her legs together, desperate to hide , but the silence was quickly broken by an eruption of laugher, jokes being passed around while they turned back to their own tables. A flush covered Sasha's now downcast face, her long golden hair obscuring her vision.

A light clearing of the throat draws Sasha's attention back upwards "Is that a no?"

Biting back a sharp retort, followed by a foul insult, Sasha took a deep breath, her buxom chest expanding for a simple moment, then releasing it. With a bright and happy voice, Sasha pointed to her paper "Yes Sir, I can't seem to remember this question." Her pencil tapped on one of the many unfilled text boxes, looking at the aged man, instead of the sheet.

He was short, his head would be at eye level with her tits if they stood up together. His grey eyes hidden behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses. His dry lips open "Ah yes, the children of Aphrodite... We studied this just last lesson, shouldn't you have taken some notes on this?"

Sasha groaned internally, her palm swatting against her face. She had endured the same trial last lesson as well, that stupid, sexy, assistant teacher. Sasha didn't even know her name. A sigh passing through her lips, she resigned herself to being bitched at by her teacher. At least this didn't come with the risk of being found out as a girl with a penis.

Sasha Salmacis. She always thought her last name sounded weird, signing off the sheet with both of her names, depositing it on the very sloppily made pile of papers. Brushing her golden mane out of her sight, Sasha's pure blue eyes stared out of the class window, pupils slowly filing out of the door, while she sat there. With a yawn, Sasha leaned onto the desk, her rather large breasts pressing into the wood, followed by her elbows. Chest puffed out by her arms, she rested her head upon the delicate fingers, woven together to support her chin.