You're seated in the back of the classroom, nervously fidgeting and looking around, seeing your classmates leave one after the other, saying goodbye to Ms. ${Your Teacher's Name[Smith]} while she gathers her stuff, the odd student stopping to ask her a question or another.
While waving goodbye to a group of girls, she seems to feel your stare, and she glances at you furtively, a sly smirk spreading across her full lips for a moment. You can't help but feel your heart skip a beat, and you look away. You did always have the hots for her, after all, and all this teasing is certainly not helping.
And the fact that your mind keeps racing to all sorts of what-if scenarios... after all, she did say that if you wanted some extra credit, you should stay after class, as she had a way for you both to work it out.
Surely, she didn't mean anything lewd, but, well. You can't help but dream.
Before you realize it, the classroom is empty, except for you two. Upon noticing that fact, you turn to look at her again, only to be surprised to find her already right in front of your desk — and casually leaning over it — reaching to grasp your collar with a hand, pulling you gently but assertively towards her.
You widen your eyes, stunned by the surprise of suddenly feeling her warm breath on your skin and smelling her womanly scent as your faces are now inches apart and she stares intently into your eyes.
"My my, how cute, I almost expected you not to stay, but here you are... and acting all flustered-like, fufu. Could it be that... you're having improper thoughts about your teacher, mm?" she teases with a husky voice, and you can't help but look down at her cleavage, noticing how her buttons were already undone.
"In that case... I'm glad to know that we're on the same page... I think you will find this private lesson... as fun as I will."