The teacher was a large busty woman; wearing a pin striped, light blue shirt and a short business like skirt. She had chestnut coloured hair, pulled back tight and wrapped in a little bun at the back of her head, with a soft, stern face framed by the stereotypical teachers glasses. Large and thin rimmed.

Like most teachers, she looked like she would be more comfortable on a catwalk, or at least doing pornography, with her vibrant complexion, voluptuous physique, large breasts and disarming smile. However, being a teacher had so many more advantages, and the teacher before us, known simply as Ms. Therma, was eyeing one of the advantages up. She had noticed Nikki given blushed stares at the other girls, especially Kaitlyn. She made it a habit not to eat friends of the pred girls, but it was only a favour and she was not going to pass up on an unlicensed lesbian. After all, what did she have to fear from Kaitlyn, if she would even care?

Ms. Therma bent down on the table, exposing her cleavage to the class, making the boys whimper as they tried to not stare. A hopeless endeavour for the teenage lads. Even Nikki could not help but stare. Then Ms. Therma’s voice rang out softly and sensually, “Nikki is it? Could you please wait after class?”

Nikki’s dreamy stare disappeared. Wait after class. That usually meant to be eaten. The girl’s around her started tittering and Kaitlyn rolled her eye’s back and gave a smile. It looked like she wasn’t about to disobey a teacher…. would she?