yes this one is inspired by one of my favourite bands, The Police. Please enjoy it because there is a lot more where this came from.

It was the first day of school and Arthur Kirkland's 5th year of teaching 9th grade English. He had begun to take roll.

"Henderson?" "Here!" "Hunter?" "Present!" "Jones? Jones? Jones?" "She isn't here."

"Absent on the first day? How irresponsible." He made a mark on his clipboard and shook his head as he began the roll again only to be interrupted again by heavy panting and the clack of shoes coming to a halt. "Sorry I'm late Mr….um."

"Kirkla-.."

The English teacher stopped when he turned to face his tardy student. She was perfect, head to toe. Starting at the toes she had the typical uniform shoes. But as he moved up it got far more orgasmic. She wore lacey white thigh highs held up by a garter belt. A sliver of porcelain skin was shone between the brim of the short uniform skirt and the lace. Her shirt was buttoned down far enough for her cleavage to be seen. Her hair and eyes were gorgeous. The brightest blue and dirty blonde highlights.

Arthur found himself staring for a moment. " ?"

He snapped from it for a moment. "Oh uh, sorry my name is Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland. And its quite alright for your dilemma, accidents will happen. She smiled as she took her seat across from the teacher's desk. Arthur found himself glancing a few times at the newly revealed skin as the skirt rode up.

"Okay class I would like you all to have some down time to read a book that you brought to class today. I will expect silence."

Arthur sat down across from his goddess and typed at the computer, inserting grades and attendance. He scanned over the student, but his eyes stopped at the girl. She was bent over a book with her cheek propped by her palm. But the best part was the gapping shirt forcefully spreading with each small movement.

Those tits, slowly exposing, first just the cleavage line, then a bra strap, finally he almost lost it when she pulled up, tugging the shirt against the desk edge far enough to show the bridge between each cup. Blood dripped from his nostril. Arthur quickly wiped it away before his goddess noticed. He needed to focus on more important matters, like his work for example.

"Okay students, that's enough silent sustained reading for now. Pull out you're spirals and I want you all to write a paragraph about yourself. You have 15 minutes. Begin." The timed writing commenced. Arthur strolled up and down the aisles, checking occasionally on the writings. He stopped when he got to the girl. He read her name on the paper. 'Amelia Jones' What a lovely name he thought. He wanted to scream it out loud in the middle of his perverse fantasies.

The bell rang and they passed the papers forward. Arthur collected them and stacked them together neatly so they could fit into his briefcase. (Shortest class ever right?)

" ?" His goddess cooed. Arthur looked to the girl standing beside his desk. How he wanted to throw her down over it. "Yes Amelia?"

"When are you're tutoring times? English has never been my best subject so I might have to come in later after class."

"Monday through Saturday after school."

"Saturday?"

"Oh uh yes. I tutor at my house as well. Of course if you need it."

"Okay that's cool. I should get to my next class; could you write me a pass?"

Arthur scribbled a few words on a paper to hand to her and in the process felt her hand brush against his in an effort to receive it. He felt his heart skip a beat as she ran out the door catching a glimpse of her white panties. He placed his head on his desk.

"Good God, what am I going to do?"