As uncertain as she was, Ms. McKenzie clasped her hands together and cheerfully announced "Class, this week, we will be discussing sexual education!"
The novice science teacher frowned a bit as her students begun to clamor and giggle amongst themselves. It was to be expected that middle-schoolers would find the subject amusing, but Ms. McKenzie was determined to keep things under control. Little did she know, the boys of Bridgevale Middle School were a rambunctious, perverted lot—whether it was because of the school's location in a low-income area, or a fault of the administration, or their parents, or the media, or something else.
"I know the topic of sex-ed can be quite embarrassing," she stated, maintaining her bright smile, "but I've got a little project to make things a bit easier. I want to know what you want to know, and so..."
Ms. McKenzie procured a box with a slit in it from underneath her desk. "We'll start with a little exercise: I'll pass this box around, and you just write down a question you have about sex—anonymously—and put it in this box. I'll be sure to answer whatever questions you have!"
The boys all pulled out scraps of paper and begun to scribble down their questions as they snickered and whispered to each other. Ms. McKenzie proudly stood at the front of the classroom, unaware that her slender yet buxom figure was fueling lewd thoughts among her students. Once they were done, she passed the box around, and each boy deposited their slip of paper into the box.
Once the box had made its rounds, Ms. McKenzie retrieved it and shook it up, shuffling up the contents. "I'm eager to see what you've all had to ask!" she beamed. She reached into the box, and pulled out the first slip of paper.
"Do you... swallow?" she read, her confident voice turning to uncomfortable uncertainty.
As her cheeks turned red, she shook her head and leered at the students with her bespectacled emerald eyes. "Class, this is not an appropriate question, and I will not be answering it."
Ms. McKenzie pulled another slip of paper from the box. "What is your... cup size?!"
Her hand begun to fidget with her curly ginger hair as she grit her teeth in embarrassment. "I'm... I'm not going to answer that one either!"
She retrieved a third slip from the box, which asked "Does the... carpet match the drapes?!" Ms. McKenzie turned around in shame and practically begun to steam like a fish dinner at the inappropriate questions as the boys begun to snigger.
Heaving a great sigh, Ms. McKenzie begun to think about these questions. Were they all like this? Do they not know any more appropriate questions? Would answering them be the only way they would learn? Would they respect me more if I answered?
She turned back around at her students, put on a fearless face, and asserted "Yes, I have swallowed. Yes, the carpet matches the drapes. And, my cup size is E."
The boys began to buzz in surprise—they never expected her to answer one of their perverse questions, much less three of them! Their tormenting laughs turned to engaged 'ooh's and 'aah's at her honest answers.
Ms. McKenzie grinned to herself, practically on cloud nine—if the only way to engage with these students was to stoop to their level, then so be it! With control restored to her, she felt quite elated, and she drew another slip of paper from the box.
"Ms. McKenzie," she read, "what's your favorite position?"
The teacher smirked as she proudly responded "Oh, I just love being on top~. It really takes men by surprise when you take control!"
The boys blushed at her answer, and she fished out yet another slip of paper to read, which said "Show us your tits!"
Ms. McKenzie pouted. "Come now, that's not a question. Besides, there's plenty of that to see in our anatomy textbooks." She began to search the shelves for the textbooks, but found none beyond the standard biology textbooks, which offered nothing on the topic.
One student clarified "Ms. McKenzie, the administration got rid of all the anatomy textbooks. They were too old."
Biting her lip, Ms. McKenzie put a finger to her cheek and begun to ponder the situation. "Now how am I to teach sexual anatomy without an anatomy textbook?"
"I do suppose I'll have to get hands-on," Ms. McKenzie resigned as she began to unbutton her blouse. The boys became silent and transfixed, watching as their teacher's massive mounds swung carelessly as she released them from her shirt.
She firmly squeezed one of her breasts and begun to explain "Now, class, this is