History class. Youre sitting down, watching the most fine man to walk the planet teach. You can't take it anymore, you're getting hot. You decide to take off your sweater, but on accident, you pull up your shirt, too, and you're wearing a push up red lace VS bra. Embarrassed, you look to see if anyone saw, but no one did. Except the teacher. Oh fuck, his perfect clean shaven defined chiseled face is a bit red. After a minute, you feel a masculine presence behind you. "See me after class, sweetheart."