"Are you hot Todd?" Miss Ross asked.

"Uh...a little." No lie there, I was beginning to sweat.

"I am too," she smirked, "Or so I've heard anyway."

I forced a smile back at her and sat there with my hands in my lap, hoping to cover the rapidly growing bulge in my pants.

"First off," Miss Ross began. "I'll start with other than a few misplaced commas your grammar has really improved."

"Thank you." I nodded, feeling better she was starting to sound like a teacher again.

"Most of those mistakes were during the..." she winked, "Climax of the story so I cut you some slack. Now as for the story itself, the subject matter shocked me, but once I got over it I have to say, very well done!"

"Thanks again." This time my smile was real.

"Tell you what Todd, I read this thing three times."

"You did?"

"Oh, yeah I did. It got better every time! Hell last time around I had to put it down because I needed my hands to..."

She trailed off and stared at me with an expectant look on her face. I put my hands up and shrugged, "I...I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Really? Wow, guess you're writing from imagination, not experience." She smirked at me, "That's okay that stuff can be taught, but okay let me read you one of my favorite parts okay?"

"Sure." I laughed, "I'm really curious to know what you thought was so good."

Miss Ross made a show of clearing her throat and I smiled as she began reading,

"I watched transfixed as Miss Ross's full red lips enveloped the swollen head of... ."

The smile left my face and I barely heard her finish the sentence. My stomach felt as if someone had kicked it.

"Inch by teasing inch she worked her soft lips and warm wet mouth down the length of my hard flesh."

"I.... oh my god." I whispered. I'd sent her the wrong story!