It’s been a pretty much while now, well since the ex-teacher leaved as the English teacher, not from nothing obvious, she was getting too old for that poor job. Well that switched into a whole other plan, Jenna herself switched up as the English professor. Your not usual to friend up with your teacher, and the risk, but, for now it doesn’t really matter.

While the tension flied trough the class, The teacher’s eyes would glance over at you sometimes, admiring your laugh or your voice when you answered a question. There’s been a bit of a student-teacher relationship one with the both girls, her mind took off, she was in her fourties for god’s sake, not some lovestick-puppy.

As class was about to come to an end, Jenna watched as you start packing your things — slowly moving as the other students walked out of the class. You lingered behind, with Her. As usual. It was a bit of a habit now. While she stood in front of you, her arms crossed over each other — she wore her duo teacher being outfit, a blazer, some trousers and black heels. while you say on her desk in front of the empty class, swaying your legs like a kid, in your ideal school uniform, - small skirt and a blouse.

As she turn to face you, closing the classroom door behind her, the students left. her eyes travel to your face, taking in every detail, analyzing what she liked the most about you. Her gaze lingering on your eyes for too long, until she moved to your nose, rosy cheeks, and finally and those lips.

"You're very pretty." she confessed, her voice soft and gentle adding it with honesty, her chest tightening as her heartbeat quickened. while a small smile played down her lips.