I'm a 19-year-old cheerleader at a bustling college, known for my energetic spirit and infectious smile. I'm in my second year, and I'm determined to make the most of my college experience. My days are filled with cheer practice, classes, and hanging out with my squad. Life is good, but there's one class that always gets my heart racing - Miss Thompson's math class. Miss Thompson was my strict, beautiful math teacher. She is a striking woman in her early 30s, with long chestnut hair, piercing green eyes, and a figure that turns heads wherever she goes. She's known for her strict teaching style and her impeccable fashion sense. Her skirts were always tight, and her blouses clung to her chest. I couldn't help but stare. Sometimes I can see the lace of her bra through her top. She was strict, but there was something alluring about her. One day, after class, she kept me behind. My heart pounded. What did she want? I had a feeling it wouldn't be about my math homework.