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Sol sits at a desk in the far corner of the immaculate classroom. This being the first day of college, things are rather stressful, especially since there is such an empty feeling in the long echo-drenched halls of the campus. He taps his pencil upon his desk, licking his lips as he seeks some solace from his nerves by looking at the text book. "History and Sex - An essential guide."The dry recounting of famous historical events does little to calm his nerves, however, when they are accompanied by the bawdy recollections of some of the most scandalous sexual encounters of the time periods, complete with detailed illustrations and photography. Even his 'little Sol' was feeling like coming out to play, so he crosses one leg over the other, biting his lip. Not on his first day!

A door closes down in the hall, and Sol slams his textbook upon his lap, his eyes widening behind his large glasses. When the door to the classroom finally opens, in steps Wave. The book rises to the occasion as its propped up, but he pushes it down, forcing out a smile as she smiles back at him.

"Hello, there," she says with a nod. She approaches the white board, standing on her tip-toes as she writes her name in sweeping cursive script. Her skirt peeks up her thigh just enough to show Sol a peak of white.He grabs his head and rubs his fingers frantically over his ears. Not white panties, anything but those.

Wave spins around and taps the board with her marker. "My name is Miss Wave, and welcome to my 'History and Sex' class. Now, let me take attendance." She pulls out her tablet device and hops onto the desk. As she scrolls through some things and crosses one leg over the other, he gets the perfect view underneath. Those legs ended in perfectly white cotton. Granny panties? Not those! Those are his biggest weakness.

Sol leans forward on this desk, his heart pounding, his book standing up now by the stand his anatomy has made.

"Sol?" Sooool?" Wave asks.

Sol stands up and stands straight. "Y-es, ma'am!?" he asks, his book clattering to the floor, the only cover for his tented pants gone.

Wave checks his name off of the list and nods. "Alright, that concludes attendance." Her eyes narrow a bit as she smirks, tapping the top end of her tablet pen to her cheek. "Well, Mr. Sol, you seem ready to begin the lesson. Since you're the only student in my class, don't think I'll get you off easily?"

"Let me off?" Sol asks.

She blinks and tilts her head. "that's what I said, isn't it?" She shrugs and then hops off of the desk, crossing her arms over her chest, tapping her foot. "Though, if you're trying to be smart with me, Mr. Sol, I can send you to the Dean."

"Bu... but the Dean's not here!"

"Then, I can send you to the security."

"But there is no security!"

"Hm... you're right," she sighs and then shrugs. "Guess if I have an unruly student, I'll just have to take care of him myself." She picks up a ruler from the white board and smacks it against her open palm. "Now, then. First thing is first. Tell me what you know about history and sex!"

"Uh, well... lots of stuff happened and, ummm, sex is really exciting."

She nods, closing her eyes. "Quite profound. What I was going to say is that History and sex are intertwined." She steps around her desk and approaches his desk. She stares up as she walks, continuing her speech. "Without sex, there would be no history. If the first sexual creatures decided they would rather be celibate, neither you nor I would be standing here where we are today. Men have moved mountains for the sake of sex, and women have used its power to move the foundations of history and to cause revolution! Why, the history of the world is the history of sex, if you get right down to it, and-"

Passing by Sol's desk, her ruler catches across it and she drops it. She eeps, but turns around,facing away from him. "Oops, better be careful. Here. Let me pick that up." She leans forward, her skirt lifting over her cute butt as Sol gets a face full of beautiful, delightful panties! The poor boy, just trying to get an education, practically faints at the sight and slumps back, engrossed by the beauty.

When Wave stands and turns around, she slaps his desk. "Are you paying attention to me, Sol?" she asks.

Sol jumps up, blinks, and frantically looks around. "W-wha? Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I need to pass."

"Why don't you tell me what you know so far... or rather, stand up in front of the class and show me."

"S-show you?"

"Yes," she smirks, pulling the ruler up and holding onto it with dainty hands as if she were sliding upon a pole. The metal tip catches on her skirt, dragging it up little by little as she raises the stick. "Show me everything you know about History and Sex education. Who knows, maybe you'll even get extra credit if you're a real good boy."

Her panties reflect on his glasses. He wipes his brow, panting. How is he going to get out of this while still being focused on class? He grips his desk, his palms slipping upon the flat surface. Miss Wave is... is so amazing, but he can't just out and tell her that. He can't help but stare at her, and she knows it. All he wants is to just whip it out and show her. Is that what she wants from him, this wonderful panty-wearing, sex-loving, milfy wonderful woma-

Wave yelps, grasping the ruler in her hands. Her teeth chatter and her eyes fly downward at her skirt. She then grabs the outfit and pulls it up with one hand, giving him a show of her belly as well as the entirety of her lovely granny panties. What he doesn't notice, but what she knows all-too-well. Of all the creatures in the world to still exist, it had to be her fleas!"

Wave drops to the floor, her butt pressed against it and her hands in front of her. She scoots her rump down along the hall past Sol.

"M... Miss Wave?" Sol asks, his eyes widening. He turns in his seat, to keep an eyes upon her.

She gets to the back wall and hops up to her feet. She looks over her shoulder, sticking her butt out to see if she got them all. Furiously, she scratches at the itches, gritting her teeth as her fingers go at the tiny menaces that attack her at her panties. She runs across the room, back past Sol, who finds his raging erection deflating, only to increase again as she hops onto the desk, her legs spread and one foot reaching upward to scratch over and over again at her ear. The whole time, those lovely white panties kept him focused on themselves instead of the truly bizarre actions of their owner.

He gulps, tapping his fingers on the desk to see what would happen next.

"Confound you!" she shouts, hopping off of the desk once more. She runs, butt first toward the wall, and slaps herself against it. "Is this what you want, you sick freaks!? Take it! Take it you tiny monsters, you! Her skirt does not fall back down as she falls onto her knees, both hands now scratching furiously at her flea problem. She sighs as she hits just the right spot, her eyes rolling back in her head. The teacher lets out along, loud, groan of release before falling back against the corner, panting happily.

"M... Miss Wave?" Sol asks, adjusting his collar. "Are you... alright?"

Wave blinks, then looks over toward Sol, then jumps up to her feet. "L-Sol, uh... I was just,that is to say I am, and they and me and...!"

The two stare at each other, the awkwardness multiplying with each passing second. Finally, Wave coughs into her hand and plants her hands upon her hips. "Well, that was a demonstration of what you should have learned about history and sex."

"Wait... really?"

"Very much so!" Wave says, giving him a quick nod. "In fact, I'm not done my demonstration,for behold!" She steps closer to him now, one foot in front of the other, and then she swishes her hands upward past her skirt. The draft of air pushes her skirt upwards, Monroe-style, giving him another glorious panty shot."As you can see, the art of exhibition is a very profound thing, and by no means is it something that I made up in order to hide my shame and embarrassment."

"You don't have to be embarrassed around me, Miss Wave," Sol blurts out. He cups his hands over his mouth, his heart beating like a drum in his chest.

She tilts her head with a confused grunt, folding her arms over her chest as she tries to figure his meaning. "Oh? Why's that?"

"What, Miss Wave?" he asks, hiding his face behind his book. Now, his boner is hidden by a carefully crossed leg. Unfortunately, the family jewels are uncomfortably squished in their now swollen state.

"Why don't I have to be embarrassed around you, Mr. Sol? I mean, it's natural to be embarrassed, this is a rather sensitive topic.

"It's not that!" Sol gasps. "It's just, well, I mean, you and I, we're like... and then there's..." he gulps and closes his eyes. Then he slams his hands on the table and stands up, shouting out. "We're the only two people on this planet right now, and I'm a horny teenager who has never had sex before and you rock your panties so wonderfully, I've been hiding my boner from you all class and I literally feel like I'm gonna burst if I don't do something about it right this second!"

The silence covers the class once again. This time, Wave's glasses fall down over her face. She presses up between the lenses to push them back onto her eyes, and then she licks her lips.

Sol remains standing where he is, one eye squeezed completely shut, the other opening just a tad to look at her.

Miss Wave bites her lip, and then lifts her nose slightly. "Well," she says, brushing her hair back down into place. She then reaches down and straightens out her skirt. "I thank you for telling me this, and with that information, I think I can safely say that there is a solution to that problem of yours and I'm will-"

The bell chimes on the clock tower outside of school, and Wave gapes out the window. She lifts her arm, looking at her bare wrist and slaps her cheek in shock. "Oh? Is class over already? Wow. Time flies when you're having fun. See you tomorrow, Sol. You can write a paragraph on what sex means for you and me-I mean for you to me, I mean by you for me, I mean write a dang paper! Don't forget to see me in my office hours, which are between..." she looks at her wrist once more. "Now, and when class is back in session. Toodles!"

With that, she grabs her things and walks out the door, humming happily. Sol stands there, alone, with his pants practically ripping off, stunned, confused, and horny.