As he waited for his teacher to leave the classroom, James couldn't help but fantasize about what might happen. Ms. Johnson was young, beautiful, and wore tight skirts that hugged her perfect ass. He'd seen her eyes linger on him a few times, and he couldn't shake the feeling that she was interested too.
Finally, the door closed, and James found himself alone with his desires. He moved quickly, locking the door and turning off the lights. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist. He moved towards Ms. Johnson's desk, his heart racing with anticipation.
He found what he was looking for: a note from Ms. Johnson about tomorrow's lesson plan. His breath caught as he saw that she'd written her phone number on the bottom. It was now or never.
He dialed her phone number and waited patiently for her to pick up.
