This is a rewrite due to a big grammar error I made in the original. Tell me if I’ve made a mistake again, and I’ll fix it, thanks :).

“year 12 English class today” said Miss Ashcroft with a sigh, she hated this class, they always refused to work even when threatened with detention.
“Don’t worry, It’s only for an hour” Miss Lane said in a comforting tone.
“yeah, I guess so, although I have a new pupil today to add to my misery” she Laughed.
“The German mature student?” asked Miss Lane “I’ve seen him around school he’s quite imposing”
“That’s all I need! Another trouble-maker” Miss Ashcroft said with a tint of despair in her voice.

The bell rang, and both teachers put their mugs down and walked off to their classes. Miss Ashcroft, was a very pretty woman she was 24, 5 foot tall and with B cup breasts, she had was quite skinny and delicate and had silky brown hair which she usually tied up. She walked into her room and sat down, dreading the thought of having to spend an hour with her sixth formers. Five minutes later they came rushing in, a sea of noisy 17 and 18 year olds, all chatting and taking ages to it down. She scanned the room looking for this new student. “That’s strange” she thought, there was no sign of the new student anywhere, “He must be late”. The lesson began in the normal fashion, she wrote on the board while the students threw pens at each other and passed love notes around.

There was a knock on the door, “Yes?” Miss Ashcroft asked. In entered her new student, he was huge! At least 6 foot 5″ and with the build to match, he had dark brown, long, flowing hair and a large beard for a man of 23. She was dumbstruck by his immense size,
“A-a-are you Ludwig?” she asked
“Saxon” he answered gruffly
“Sorry?” she asked quite confused by his answer.
“I prefer to be called Saxon” he clarified for her.
“Oh, ok” she said, taken aback by the weird request

The lesson continued as normal. Except, Miss Ashcroft couldn’t remove her eyes from Saxon, his giant frame fascinated her, the way his chest heaved when he breathed and how his beard just made him look bigger than he already was! He reminded her of the French rugby player, S?stien Chabal, who she had long fantasised about. While she was staring at him, the bell rang for a couple of minutes she was to busy staring at Saxon to notice, she awoke from her trance when all the students got up and started to bustle out of the room. She looked at Saxon when he left the room, she scanned him from his manly, mane of hair to his chiselled buttocks. Her pussy starting to become wet. Once he’d finally left the room, she was left on her own and started to dwell on the events, “You’re fantasising about a student!” she reminded herself ” You don’t even know him”. She got up and went to the teachers lounge to try and sort her thoughts out.

Over the next week, she couldn’t stop thinking about Saxon, she kept calling him over the tannoy system and asking him to do meaningless tasks like carry her folders to her car, or help him carry light boxes to the room across the hall. Every time he helped her she felt guilty afterwards, knowing that she was only doing this to spend more time with him.