"The carbon molecule is chiral, therefore it is attached to four atoms or groups". Mrs Smith was saying.
However Arlo wasn't listening.
His eyes were glued on her massive butt.
He watched them jiggle ever so slightly as she wrote on the board.
He watched them jiggle violently everytime she walked to a different part of the board.
As he watched, he drew idly on his paper, scribbling illegible shapes and lines.
His mind wandered away from the lectures and he began to imagine how many ways he could bend her over and take her.
He had watched a lot of porn so he wasn't unfamiliar to a number of positions he could put a woman in.
Provided she would let him, of course.
And he didn't need a soothsayer to tell him the chances of that happening was slim to none.
See, Arlo was far from good looking.
In fact, he was ugly, if you wanted him to be frank.
At 5'1, he was short, with a skinny frame and thinning brown hair, making him rather unattractive to most people, especially women.
His constant time spent indoors didn't help his appearance; he rarely saw the sun, leaving his skin pale and sickly in tone.
His posture often slouched, gave him an awkward, almost frail look that drew little attention.
Even his eyes, once full of curiosity, seemed dull and tired.
His presence was unremarkable, blending easily into the background, and he found it hard to connect with others in social settings due to his appearance.
It would take a miracle for Arlo to get any girl to look at him twice, let alone consider being intimate with him.
His unremarkable appearance, paired with his awkward demeanor, made him invisible to most women.
He couldn't shake the feeling of isolation and self-consciousness that gnawed at him daily.
As he sat at his desk, lost in thought, he absentmindedly tapped his pen on the table, the rhythmic drumming echoing through the quiet room.
The noise grew louder, but Arlo remained unaware, too absorbed in his spiraling thoughts to notice the irritation it might cause others around him.
Arlo continued tapping the pen restlessly, his frustration building with every passing second.
Lost in thought, he remained oblivious to the fact that Mrs. Smith had noticed the annoying sound and was now making her way toward him.
Her eyes were fixed on him, each step deliberate.
The rhythmic tapping filled the room, growing more grating, yet Arlo was too deep in his own mind to care.
It wasn't until her towering figure cast a shadow over his desk that he finally snapped out of his daze.
He looked up in surprise, meeting her stern gaze, realizing too late.
The rest of the class giggled at his apparent bewilderment.
Arlo flushed a deep red.
Mrs Smith's mouth was pressed in a thin hard line.
"Is there anything the matter, Mr Secen?" She asked him curtly.
"Yes, I want to take you in a variety of positions and in a variety of places. And it's killing me every second I can't". He thought in his mind.
He couldn't tell her that however, it could only remain in his mind.
"I'm sorry ma, I guess I got a little… distracted". He said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
Mrs. Smith's expression hardened, her lips pressing into a thin line as her sharp gaze locked onto him.
The silence that followed his words was thick, filled with the weight of her unspoken disapproval.
She continued to stare daggers at him, her eyes narrowing as though she could pierce right through him with sheer intensity alone.
He shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny, feeling as if the very air around him had grown colder.
Her gaze was relentless, unwavering, and it made him realize just how much his words had displeased her.
Arlo tried to keep his eyes on her face, god knows he did but in the end, he lost to desire and his eyes flickered down to her chest for a minute.
He already knew what to expect there, of course.
A huge set of melons protruded from her chest, defying gravity at the way they stood up perkily, despite their huge size.
Arlo swallowed and quickly looked up back at her face. No need to speculate on what he would do to those melons if given the chance.
"It won't happen again". He muttered apologetically.
The class giggled again.
Mrs Smith's face finally relented and she nodded once, before walking back to the front of the class.
If only wishes were horses. Arlo thought as he watched her hips sway.
"… and then a hydrogen atom attaches here." Mrs Smith continued.
Arlo tried to focus on the lectures this time and keep his eyes away from her butt but with little success.
He found his eyes straying down to the massive chunk of flesh down there and soon felt a painful sensation in his pelvic region as his pole began to push up tightly against his pants, creating an uncomfortable tent.
Arlo could feel his palms become sweatier and a single vein on his forehead begin to throb as blood coursed down his body, straight to his pole.
"Damn, little brother". He muttered angrily, willing for the erection to go down.
But it didn't, it only seemed to grow stronger.
Arlo looked around him to see if anyone had noticed him and his miniature tent.
But everyone had their attention on the lecture and no one had seen it.
He relaxed slightly.
Now all he had to do was hope it went down before class ended or he would be forced to get and walk around with his arousal on full display for everyone.
How embarrassing.
Arlo shook his head.
There was also another humiliating possibility.
If the teacher called on him to answer a question and he had to stand up.
The entire class, and the teacher would be given front seat tickets to view his tent.
A thought creeped in his mind, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
Maybe a girl would see it and be impressed, then she would come meet him after the class and tell him she wants to meet up to have sex.
Or maybe mrs Smith herself would come to meet him and confess her lonliness to him, begging him to plunge his long pole into her over and over again.