The girl shed her skirt while he stood watching. She could see his hardness growing in his pants, and had finally succumbed to his advances.
She had been sitting in her English class, reading the latest of the novels recommended by her teacher, and had looked up on an impulse, and seen her teacher gazing at her legs. Looking down at herself, she realized with a little embarrassment, that her when she had last crossed her legs, her skirt had ridden up her thighs slightly, and the white lace of her silky half-slip was visible.