Shades Eva Long is the best teacher

The sensuous curves of Eva Long’s petite body undulated gracefully as she strolled confidently down the hallway, her high heels clicking rhythmically against the polished linoleum floor. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in glossy chestnut waves that framed her heart-shaped face, the same hair she’d worn in that infamous “teacher/student” vid that had gone viral months ago. But it wasn’t just her tantalizing good looks that had the boys drooling and the faculty talking. No, it was her unparalleled passion and dedication to her craft as an educator that set Miss Long apart from the rest.

She smiled knowingly to herself, pushing open the door to room 207. Inside, the usual motley crew awaited her. Little Timmy Wilson, overweight and pimply, slumped over his desk, head in his hands. Skinny, anxious充Bao Patel twitched in his seat, jumping at the slightest sound. And then there was Jake, the arrogant shirtless jock who thought he ran the show.

“Good afternoon, class,” she cooed, gliding to the front. “I trust everyone has reviewed the material from last week’s lesson on sexual education and incorporated it into your daily lives?” She gathered a mess of papers from her desk, purposely bent over to give a cleavage-enhancing view of her ample cleavage straining against the buttons of her silk blouse.

Unsurprisingly, all eyes remained glued to her chest, except for Jake’s, who continued to ocularly molest her backside instead. Eva smirked. This one was a true handful.

“Well then.” She cleared her throat loud enough to snap everyone to attention. “Who can tell me what we learned about thrusting angles in penetrative intercourse for optimal g-spot stimulation?” She perched her shapely rear on the edge of her desk, the hem of her short skirt riding up dangerously high on her thighs.

Bao hesitantly raised his scrawny hand. “Uh, ah, Miss Long, I think we learned that missionary style was one of the best positions for most women to reach orgasm…” His voice faltered as she leaned over, giving him an eyeful of her lacy bra strap peeking out.

“That’s correct, Mr. Patel. But can anyone tell me a specific angle I demonstrated? And who was the lucky student volunteer?” Eva locked eyes with Jake, her ruby lips curling in a challenge.

Jake swaggered to his feet, mirroring her smirk. “Well I’d be happy to demonstrate that move again, teach. I seem to remember havin’ to give you a few private lessons after class.”

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary, Jake. I think we ALL understood the concept after your thorough…” she paused and deliberately licked her lips “…detailed explanation. Now if you wouldn’t mind rejoining the class so we can discuss the different techniques for…”

As Eva began to elaborate on the other styles, Timmy whispered to Bao, “How does she come up with all of this perverted stuff? Isn’t it inappropriate?”

“Shhh! Just watch and learn man, just WATCH and LEARN!” Bao whispered back. Timmy could only stare open-mouthed as Miss Long unbuttoned her blouse, revealing more of her ample breasts barely contained by sheer lingerie, before slowly bending over to write more notes on the chalkboard. The effect was electric. Every male eye was glued to her swaying backside. She was completely in control here, these silly 17 year old boys putty in her well-manicured hands. Eva could hardly wait until after school when she could really apply her skills on her secret ladies man.

Finally the end of the hour bell rang. The boys shuffled out, giving her appreciative nods and winks. Bao stopped to hand her a folded note. “I wanted to say thanks Miss Long, you really helped me with my, um, * sahip confidence this year. I wanted to give you something in case you ever need a good guy to come to for help! ( Outside of class nothing fishy!)” The innocent kid looked up at her imploringly. Eva laughed and gave him a hug, careful to keep her body parts covered. She tore the note up. “Thanks Bao, that’s very sweet of you to offer, but no thanks. I’ve got more than enough boys in my life. Now go be a kid!”

Finally in the empty classroom, she released a breath. Relatively uneventful today. With all the lewd looks and naughty asides, she knew it was only a matter of time before a student got a little too bold. But it was all part of the game, all part of her twisted thrill as sex teacher. She packed up her books and went to her car. School was out. Lunch beckoned. And maybe a little after school “hot for teacher” fun with her ladies man on the side. She climbed into her car, pulling down her skirt to hide her lacy white panties and strapped in for the drive home. All in a day’s work for Eva “Dirty Diva” Long.