Who actually likes English class?

I was sitting in yet another boring as hell English class. Seriously, why do I need to read Chaucer? Is that necessary for anything I will do in my life? As much as I try to convince myself the answer to those questions are yes, I still can't get interested in what he talked about in 1400 a.d.

However, there were two things jiggling at the front of the classroom that I was very interested in. Those would be the breasts of my incredibly hot English teacher, Evelyn. Now before you get creeped out (or excited if that does it for you), this isn't one of those milf stories, ok? Technically calling her a professor is incorrect. She works at my college as a graduate student and teaches as part of the program, but I still call her a professor out of habit. Now that that is out of the way, lets move on with my experience with her.

Evelyn was 25 I think, 5 years older than me at least. She was tall for a girl, about 6' 2", which was great for me because I was really tall for a guy. Plus, she had legs that went on forever. Her course had started in the winter unfortunately so I had to wait until it warmed up before she started wearing her skirts and low cut shirts, but it was completely worth it. She had a bit of a bigger butt than was usual for someone her weight, but the way it wiggled as she walked around the class just set me on fire regardless. She had long, dark red hair that went around her lower back if she wore it down, thought she rarely did in class. Finally we come to the center of my attention today, her breasts. Wearing a low v-neck shirt (which had some weird name that only woman actually know) her chest was open for eyes to marvel at, especially when she would lean it to help, and my eyes were certainly marveling.

Unfortunately as I said before, the whole class was not quite as captivating as the woman standing at the front talking about God knows what that Chaucer said, so I admit that I was probably staring a little more than was safe at this point.