@Garth Convoy It is a bit odd your teacher would make the bad boys sit under her desk, especially since she was well aware you were there as she sat down. Nonetheless, I would be under there with you.
5th grade. Our teacher always wore a mid-length skirt and nylons. When she conducted class she would either walk around the classroom or sit in a chair she placed in front of her desk. She had a habit of repeatedly crossing and uncrossing her legs. It distracted me. At my age then, I didn't comprehend the feelings I got but I liked it.
We had an assignment and she was walking around looking at all of our work to see how we were progressing. She stopped in front of where I was sitting, with her back to me, and was talking to the student in front of me. She was leaning behind her overlooking her paper. I deliberately dropped my pencil on the floor and as I got down to pick it up I took a peek up the skirt. She turned around and I just said "I'm sorry. I dropped my pencil." I don't know if she knew I was looking or just wondered what I was doing.
I don't know what possessed me to do that. It was a feeling, or curiousity. I still remember to this day. Green skirt, matching pumps, shimmery tan nylons, and white panties. Great legs.
My God, I realize that I became a pervert in the 5th grade.
Now I feel kinda bad for all the poor hormonal boys in my 4th, 5th, and 6th grade classes. Our teachers where ancient...and I'm pretty sure Brian's ears weren't that big until Mrs. Callahan spent the entire 5th grade year pulling him out of his desk by his ears and marching him into the principal's office on a weekly basis.
