The Lesson Part I It was Christina's turn to read her report on Modern Civilization to the class.

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably when Professor Finicky called her name. He was a middle aged man, tall, handsome, with a somewhat muscular build. Christina shifted nervously and looked at the clock, hoping for a reprieve.

Unfortunately, there was lots of time left on the clock. It was her final class of the day and she had hoped to, once again, barely get by by the hem of her skirt. Professor Finicky eyed her suspiciously and stroked his short goatee while he thought long and hard.. "See me after class" he responded, after what seemed like an eternity. The minutes ticked by more slowly for Christina than for the others. At last, the bell finally rang.

It too even seemed to ring more slowly than usual. The class slowly cleared out of the room.

Professor Finicky remained motionless in his chair. Christina hoped he had forgotten.

In a last ditch effort to avoid detention, she quietly collected her books and headed for the door. Professor Finicky watched her, over the tops of his steel rimmed glasses, as she approached his desk. He traced his way up her stark white knee high stockings.

His eyes then came to rest on the hemline of her short plaid skirt, as it swung from side to side, teasing him.

As she passed, he sat motionless, straining his eyes as they continued their journey up her white blouse. Just then, she turned for the door. He drank in the profile of her breasts as they jiggled with in the confines of her tight, sheer, blouse.

As she walked away, his eyes fell back to the hemline of her skirt. Her creamy, almond thighs occasionally peeking out between the above-knee socks and her short skirt. She reached for the knob, her heart pounding, just in time to hear "Christina?".

Slowly, she turned to look at Professor Finicky.. "Christina, I thought I had asked you to see me after class." said Professor Finicky softly. "Oh, that's right, that was today, wasn't it?" she let out a soft, nervous laugh... and then fell silent, still hoping to get out of certain detention.

This wasn't the first time she had not done an soft placeignment and most certainly not the first time she had tried to sneak out of a detention either. Slowly, Christina approached his desk. Professor Finicky quietly pushed his chair back from his desk. For what seemed to be like the first time, Christina looked Professor Finicky over.

From his short dark hair, down to his powerful chest, his kaki pants, and what shockingly seemed like a large lump in the crotch of his pants. Christina quickly blushed.

Professor Finicky, matching her gaze, suddenly realized exactly how much he really had been studying her as she was leaving the room.