It was another sunny evening with Ms. Harshwhinny in her math class. Not in a way that you would expect when you hear these types of stories. We were just two adults together in a classroom, her the teacher, and me the student. It was just like any other regular day than it was before; she focused on toning everypony’s minds to take in more thought than they usually could, giving them a larger aspect on their ability when it came to working on a job that needed that type of brain power, who could come up with numbers quickly and accurately.

I was one of the top students in her class at that time. I was fully content on making college well worth the money I paid to slowly progress towards graduation, which was growing nigh. I made sure that I was going to pass with flying colors on every class that presented itself toward me and get the chance to make something happen for the rest of my life.

But then I started slipping in my math class.

Now, I’m not going to say that I was falling back because I lost inspiration, or that I no longer drove for the success that held my future. The paper was just dangling in my face by this point, so I wasn’t going to waste my money. And I already passed the point of saying this wasn’t worth it.

The truth was that I couldn’t stop staring at that beautiful ass of hers.

I tried to do my work and pay attention in her class, but ever since I first met Ms. Harshwhinny, it was my worst and favorite distraction, not to mention the rest of her wonderfully aged body within that dashing professionalism she called clothing. I even sometimes called for her assistance in helping me with equations I couldn’t understand. When she would get close and lean over my shoulders, I would subtly smell her sweet perfume that raised from her orange trimmed hair beneath her purple blazer. It always got me riled up for the idea of smelling her while having my-

“Mr. Caramel?”

“H-Hmm? Yes?” I was startled again. I had to stop getting my head in the clouds.

Ms. Harshwhinny looked at me while the rest of the class looked at the projector screen full of information, taking notes on their phones and textbooks, really anything that could hold details.

“Are you paying attention? I don’t want you to get lost on the final exam in a few days.” Exams, my biggest and worst enemy. It would always be easy to have practice before taking them, to get an idea of what it’s going to be like so I could pass and succeed... But, it would be a real pain if I didn’t get the memo on it.

“Sorry Ms. Harshwhinny, kinda dozed out there.” Seeing a nice ass could do that to you.

She continued to look at me with disinterest. “Well don’t go to sleep on me just yet. Most of this will be on the test, so I expect consistency.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She turned back to her board and all was well again in the world, that was until a few minutes later happened and class was over for me. Everypony was leaving the small room and emptied out with haste, most likely to get to their other classes. Me? This was my last class of the day. I planned on getting home and playing my favorite video games on my PC while eating leftover pizza and talking crap over my mic.

But, Ms. Harshwhinny stopped me just as I was hitting the door.

“Caramel, mind if I speak to you for a moment?” I silently cursed myself and closed the door, turning back to her.

“S-sure, what do you need?” I moved away from the door and gave her body my undivided attention. I made sure to look her in those blue pearl orbs, but my peripheral vision didn’t blur out her amazing figure. It made me pull on the collar of my buttoned shirt as I walked and stood by her desk. I was getting nervous.

“I wanted to talk about your performance so far in my classroom...” She pulled off her jacket and hung it on her chair. Within it this whole time was a neatly tucked beige turtleneck top that showed even more than what I expected. She was sporting a nice rack under all of the tight clutches of professionalism. I scratched my mane to distract myself from a display that was at no time previewed before me; she never took off her blazers during classes.

“Well, how am I doing?”

“I don’t know. You tell me…” She moved some supplies around her desk and fixed her skirt before sitting down on top in front of me, folding her legs and showing me her black stockings with her stilettos. “... all I notice is you being distracted as of late, and in a time where it’s the least of importance… Mind telling me what’s going on?”

“Uhm… well, I’m just uh, not getting enough sleep as I should.”

“You look wide awake to me.” She leaned back, putting her palms against the desk to support her weight. I swallowed my saliva. She was getting curious. “Even your eyes right now show no bags or redness. There has to be something else. Maybe an equation that you couldn’t comprehend? Other classes that you’re too focused on?”

My mind was taking me into different thoughts all at once. In a quick second, I didn’t think that I would have my hands on the table within two meters of Ms. Harshwhinny, with my chest pushed up against her own.

“Or is it ‘me’?”

“Oh! Uh… I-I, um...” my heart was racing and I was left dumbfounded. Everything escalated so quickly between us in mere seconds and all she did was give me the same curious visage she had since she called me for this little talk. I was getting hot not only from the embarrassment, but also from her heightened tenacity.

“I’ve seen this type of behavior before when it came to a few of my past students, all finding appeasement from my unintentional resume...” she moved one of her hands up to my shoulder and wrapped her legs tighter around me, making me look down. Her hand inched over to my top button and began slowly unbuttoning my shirt. “... I always turned away any efforts that they would give towards me. But I find you different from the typical stallion...”

For a teacher of her stature, I wouldn’t take Ms. Harshwhinny for somepony who would cheat out on something that could be made through improvement. She’d make sure that all tasks were met from every student in her class, because every one of us paid good money to get to where we are today. So it was very unique to see a teacher with such eagerness to help her learners.

But I wasn’t expecting this much to happen. It just seemed so wrong to be in that position, to associate myself in such unethical behavior. I should’ve been offended or uncomfortable after that gesture. Hell, I should’ve left the room.

But I didn’t, and she already knew I wasn’t before doing all of this.

“So, here’s my proposition for you…” she stopped at the last couple of buttons and gently slides her fingers along my chest, making me feel tense and tight. “I’ll give you the opportunity in achieving the desires that you wish for if you get a one hundred percent passing grade this Friday…”

I stared wide eyed at Ms. Harshwhinny. I couldn’t believe I was hearing this from my own teacher. She was going to give me a shot and all I had to do was pass a freaking test?

It sounded rather odd to me at the time. There had to be something behind her reasoning for this. But I didn’t focus much on it since her body was still against mine. The feeling of her forced warmth against me made me want to fall fully into her caress, letting my dick to do the talking from that point.

“Are you serious?” I still had to ask, just incase she wasn’t pulling something on me.

Just like that, she put her hand at the nape of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. It felt like a dream to see my own teacher this way toward me. It never did happen in high school - still kinda sad about that - but, it still took my interest.

I was still flabbergasted, but I couldn’t pull away. Everything felt warm inside me and I wanted more. I wanted to touch that body of hers, feel that fishnet that rested against her thighs, maybe even get a chance to see her cutie mark.

Unfortunately, I’m forced to wait.

She pulled her sweet lips away as I was just getting used to them. That was definitely one response to remember.

She ceased her hold of me and lightly pushed me back. Feeling it get colder without her against me, I began to button up my shirt. This was where she told me something important.

“Remember that the test is in a few days from now. If you need help on it, look over the subjects on the ‘CS Blackboard’ on the school website, or just call me and we’ll have a personal session.” She got up from her desk and stood in front of me, putting her hands on my third to last button. “I believe you have what it takes to be great in your studies, Mr. Caramel. And seeing you struggling is no short of a sudden decrease in success.”

She buttoned up my last one, but I barely paid heed as her words went through me. She continued. “And I hate to see my best struggle. So, make haste. You have studying to do.”

Basically pushing me out the classroom, I stood there in complete heat. My body was on overdrive and all it took was just some small contact against me. I even had to shift my pants a bit to hide my erection from the rest of the public.

If she could do that to me, what else could she do once I ask her for tutoring? What else could she do when I pass the exam?

“... Well, fuck…”

This was going to be an eventful few days.

Author's Note

As you all may know, I'm a slow writer. So for the next chapter, you'll get it when you'll get it.