That was all it took. A few brief, graceful movements from Mrs. Brooks to have him harder than a rock. His thoughts quickly strayed from any sort of school work to the usual daydreaming that he couldn't avoid in her class. His focus blurred, now moving on to his strong desire to have his way with her. Her sensual way of sitting on his desk and running that sexy finger across his cheek didn't help matters. "I'll stay after class and finish them," Jack murmured.<br/><br/>With great effort, he tried to think about something less arousing. His hand discreetly reached down to shift his hardened manhood beneath the waistband of his jeans to hide it. As he looked up, his steel hues met her own gaze as she finished informing them of the daily assignment. Jack couldn't maintain it for long and hurriedly began writing about biotic and abiotic factors, though with great difficulty considering his mind was desperately trying to continue to entertain the idea of pounding Mrs. Brooks. The boy finished quickly and arose, taking great care not to shift his hard on as he walked to the desk and set his paper down. Moments later, the other students were gathered around the desk to place their papers. This was much to his luck, as his hard-on became quite obvious as it slid down from his waistband, leaving Mrs. Brooks the only one able to see it. Jack nearly jumped into his seat, his face now bright red.