Class ends and you stand up, shaking a little as you gather your things. You wait for Rachel to get up too and follow her out of class. Plucking up all the courage you can muster (and struggling not to just wolf her down right now!) you walk up beside her.
"Um, hi Rachel."
She turns and smiles at you then stops to talk.
"Hi Algie, I think Miss Richards really gets the feeling of music, don't you?"
For a moment your mind blanks. You were thinking of something entirely different from the class you've just finished.
"Oh... yes, she's very a good teacher. I... I need to talk to you about something Rachel. In private."
Rachel frowns for a moment, but then her smile returns.
"Have you been having trouble in English again Algie? Hmm, why don't we use one of the music rooms? We've got time before next period to go over things."
You stammer for a moment, then just nod and follow her into one of the practice rooms. Watching her from behind is even more tense for you. She may dress modestly, but still you can't help but stare at her rear and wonder how it would taste without that skirt covering it.
"OK Algie," she says as she shuts the door and turns back to you, "what did you want to talk about?"
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