My Old Teacher and I

I followed her and pulled up outside her house. It was a modest house, but very nice and well kept. She pulled her car in her driveway and walked back towards me. I rolled down my window as she leaned down. I could see straight down her shirt to her beautiful tits.

“It will take me a minute to find it. Do you want to come in and wait?”
“Sure.” I didn’t hesitate.

If this prolonged my interaction with Rebecca then I was up for it. As we entered her house, she set down her bag and books and kicked off her shoes. She dropped a good three inches and now I felt like I was towering over her. She asked if I wanted a drink of water and began walking down a hall towards what I assumed was her kitchen.

“Yes, please,” I responded.
“You can have a seat in there,” she said waiving her hand towards a sitting room off the
main entryway.

I sat down and took in the surroundings. She had a large table in the dining room across from the sitting room. It had stacks of papers all over it. I assume graded and ungraded assignments. I could hear the soft pad of her feet as she came back down the hall. She handed me a glass of water and then sat down on the couch next to me, curling her legs up to her side as she sat.