Benny watched from the sidelines as his favorite character, Gwen Tennyson, a professor in this particular fantasy, walked to the front of the classroom, her hips swaying subtly. She was wearing a short skirt and a fitted blouse that showed off her ample cleavage. It was obvious she'd done her hair and makeup specifically for this lesson.
As she began to speak, his mind wandered to thoughts of being with her intimately. He imagined her voice whispering naughty things in his ear as she unbuttoned his shirt, nipples hardening under his touch.
Suddenly, she stopped lecturing and turned towards him. "You seem distracted, Benjamin. Am I not giving you a good lesson?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
His heart raced in anticipation of what might be around the next corner.
