Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three

... classrooms. I reached my room and stepped inside, closing the door behind me.

"Morning, class; sorry I'm late," I said.

As I walked to my desk, every eye was trained on me. Several jaws had dropped open, and a few male students appeared to be afflicted with eye-pop syndrome. I smiled to myself, knowing I'd accomplished my first goal. They were all taking notice of the transformed Ms. Walker.

Gone were the baggy sweaters, the floor-length skirts, and those god-awful flat shoes. Gone were the plain face, the flat, uncolored lips, and the knot of hair with a pencil sticking through it. Gone was the matronly Ms. Walker - replaced by the vibrant, seductive, passionate Genevieve.

I still had a job to do and enjoyed showing these young people that there was more than rap lyrics and screenplays that included the word fuck in every line. My first order of business was to collect the assignment I'd given them to keep their minds occupied over the weekend.

I like using what I call interactive lectures in my classes. I normally would sit on the corner of my desk and just let my legs hang. Today, I moved squarely to the middle of my desk and crossed my legs, showing the entire class my sexy new heels and the silk that covered my ankles. I smiled as I noticed several more young men come down with eye-pop syndrome. Our discussion went on normally, with the exception that there seemed to be more of my male students who were paying particularly close attention.

As the bell ...

... marking the end of our fifty minutes together sounded , I reminded the class of their reading assignment and offered them a "Good Day" as they rose to hurry to their next destination. While the class ushered themselves out, I slid off the desk and turned to walk behind and sat in my chair.

I was making some notes in my day planner when I realized someone was standing in front of me.

Steve Kosmerl said, "Ms. Walker, I have a question for you?"

Steve was a below-average student. He was passing by the skin of his teeth, doing only what was absolutely required to earn the credits he needed toward his degree.

"Mr. Kosmerl, what can I do for you?" I asked.

"Well, Ms. Walker, I'm having a little trouble understanding some of the finer points of your class. Could you give me a little extra time to clarify my mind?" he said.

I smiled at him, wondering if the finer points had anything to do with English Lit and which head contained the mind that needed clarification. I decided that if Steve were bold enough to approach, I'd play along and see which head was thinking here.

I reached down and unbuttoned the front of my blazer. Leaning front in my chair, the silk blouse parted a little, revealing the hidden red lace across the top of my bra.

"Why certainly, Mr. Kosmerl, I'd happily give you extra help,” I offered.

Steve's eye pop syndrome became more severe as he got a good look down the front of my blouse.

He swallowed hard and asked, "Do I need to set up a ...