The Teacher’s Pet

An excerpt from The Teacher's Pet

"That's a pretty poodle skirt," Mr. Porter observed.

Joan blushed. "My mother helped me make it," she said.

"Well, it's wonderful. You're very handy, I can tell. Can I see?"

Joan hopped up on his desk and raised her skirt a little so that he could see the poodle. "Well, that's really something," he said. "What will they think of next? Monkeys, I suppose."

Joan laughed and rocked back, bringing her skirt a little higher, revealing her white thighs.

"What's this at the bottom?" Mr. Porter asked, adjusting his glasses. She obliged him by raising the skirt still more, so that he could get a good look at the hem. "Oh, I see. He's got jeweled leash he's dragging. Very independent fellow." He looked up at her. "Or is your poodle a girl?"

Joan blushed without really knowing why. Mr. Porter looked down again. He could see right up her thighs to her white panties now. The soft indent of her sex was obvious.

"Are you looking at my panties?" she said suddenly. Her breath was short; her eyes were wide.

"You have very pretty legs," he said, gazing back at her. They sat there that way for a long time, Joan's skirt up around her thighs; Mr. Porter with his head practically between her knees.

"Do you want me to take off my skirt?" the sophomore asked softly.

"I'd like that, Joan," he said kindly. "If you want to."

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