College Studies in the Heat Wave

It’s a hundred degrees outside
the air conditioner in need of repair
expectedly, most of my pupils
come to class quite bare

Sitting in the third row
my sophomore, Jackie, sits in a short blue skirt
pushing up her spectacles
nodding in agreement, seemingly alert

I get to the greatest part of my lesson
hoping the message is heard
Jackie makes a point of her own
bowing her knees slowly outward

I stopped talking at once
Afraid my bulge will soon show
Darling girl brought her books and pencil
But left her panties at home

In my mind, I have her bent over
Elbows and torso flat on the desk
Pulling the flowered ribbon from her hair
Thrusting into her pussy, a glistening mess