I walk into the class wearing a tight blouse with the top 2 buttons undone and a tight, short skirt. “OK boys, I’m your substitute teacher for today, your normal teacher is off sick. He tells me you’ve been doing algebra, is that correct?” Silence. “Why is no-one answering me? And why are you all looking at the floor in embarrassment?” I bend down to look in your face specifically, and I ask you why everyone’s ignoring me. I follow your eyes to my cleavage, and then I glance down at the bulge in your pants, and I understand.

“OK, I see. We’re going to need a sex education... Show more