At least it was hidden under my dress and panties. xxx I parted my legs…I was telling him something…that he was arousing me, exciting me, that I wanted a good grade and more. “Let’s talk,” he said, “about poetry and why we study it…how you will learn to enjoy it because, after all, lots of poetry is about love and affection.” I was blushing and felt a thrill. Emerson,” I said. We couldn’t say that word out loud of course. Now both his hands were under my dress. My breathing slowed to normal and he was rubbing my back again, feeling my butt and kissing my neck. Emerson was rubbing my back. It helped…I didn’t know it at the time…that my teacher was good looking.
