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Sixth Period Trig

By: notemale



Chapter 1 

Miss Vickie Roach sat at her desk and looked out at her students who were trying to solve the daily trigonometry problem. Her eyes moved across her senior section and the smallest of smiles appeared on her face as she observed her favorite class. Vickie was well liked by both faculty and students despite the fact that she dressed as a much older school marm. Although very confident in her teaching ability and her ability to communicate with her students, Vickie was just the opposite when it came to her own self esteem and sense of style. 

This was her fifth year as a high school math teacher in a small suburban town and many of the other teachers secretly thought that her attire and style would be the same when she had forty years of teaching behind her. Although she had a pretty face and an athletic body, she hid it behind loose sweaters, baggy pants, and plain, concealing dresses. Vickie liked to keep in shape but was much too self conscientious to ever appear in a health club so she purchased equipment that she constantly used to keep in shape. Vickie's house, left to her when both her parents died in the same year due to cancer, had a room of gym equipment that she used often. 

Vickie had always been shy around her peers, uncomfortable around men and never had a really serious relationship. It was that she just felt inadequate and lacking confidence that she never emerged on the dating scene and was content with her lot in life. Vickie was happy, lonely, but happy as she watched her students. Student who were so unlike her. She never had a laptop computer to use at their age. Every student in her class had one and they all were busy at the keyboard solving today's problem, at least she hoped that's what they were doing. Since the school was setup for wireless internet, there was an occasional student who just had to check their e-mail or see who was online by checking their buddy list. More than one student was caught setting up a clandestine meeting with a schoolmate that they had planned in class. Such was the case with the high tech schools of today, teachers had to be aware of so many more things. 

The school year was into its second month and October seemed to be long and difficult. Learning new names was always a chore and the looming parent teachers meeting just added more stress. Vickie was always afraid that she would forget a students name and be embarrassed beyond belief, so she scanned the class, trying to match a face with a name but those darn computer screens hid some faces making the job that much more difficult. 

Vickie looked down at her own laptop and snickered to herself as she snuck a look at her own e-mail. If her students caught her there would be no end to the harassment. Six new e-mails. Two of which she knew were not meant for her because both boasted of increased penis size, she deleted both immediately. Three others were of no consequence but the last one was intriguing. The sender was SIXTH PERIOD TRIG in big, bold letters. She paused before opening and she reminded herself that this was her sixth period trig class. Could some one in this room be sending her a message. She wondered how they got her address but then reminded herself that her school e-mail would be really easy to determine. It was always the teacher first initial, followed by the their last name and then the school. 

Vickie was torn between just deleting the message but the her curiosity got the better of her and she opened it. It read: 

Dear Miss Roach, 

You are my favorite teacher. You could not begin to believe the impact you have on my life. Thank you for being you. 

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG 

Vickie read and reread the message and then scanned the class to see if some one was observing her. She saw no incriminating stares and was troubled by the message. She wondered if she she report it. It contained no threats, no vulgar language, no inclination that the sender would harm anyone so Vickie decided that it might just be a smitten teenager. Vickie never really had a student, or anyone for that matter, write her such a note. The more she thought about it the more she thought it must be a joke. Some cruel student trying to aggravate a teacher or it could even be a practical joke from a colleague. Vickie promised herself to be on guard because she didn't want to look foolish but she also felt a flush of excitement that it was possible that someone liked her.

The rest of the period and day went without further incident and the phantom e-mail slipped from her mind. 

Dave Barry wondered how his teacher received his e-mail. He had sent it to her on a whim, although he did find his trig teacher to be both very pretty and desirable. Nobody else thought of Miss Roach this way but Dave knew that if she just would take the effort to modify her look that she would be a beautiful woman. Dave had watched as she looked down at her computer. He wasn't certain that she was reading it but when her head popped up and she looked the class over, he knew. Since she started looking at the opposite side of the class from him, he had plenty of time to busy himself with today's problem. He already had the answer and that was why he had time to think of his teacher. He liked her as most of the students did but he liked her for her potential, her inner beauty and wished he could extract that and turn his thoughtful, caring teacher into the beautiful flower that he knew existed under her disguise. 

Dave was an average eighteen year old boy. He was good looking and smart but if his peers were asked to name the best looking and smartest, Dave's name would not appear in the top ten, if at all on the list. Dave was the kind of student that tended to melt into a crowd, become invisible, the kind of a student that others never remembered. But Dave was kind and caring even though he had only a few choice friends. He never was one to do something just be with the in crowd. Dave had confidence and a fine eye for what really mattered. He would be quick to help anyone and had done so, even though his kind acts were quickly forgotten. Miss Roach was Dave's kind of person. She was also kind and caring and all he had to do was bring out her inner beauty. He wanted to do this not for his own benefit, not so that he could ravage the new found beauty but he wanted to do so in the same manner a gardener cares for a newly planted seed, knowing that his effort will yield a precious flower. 

The days passed without another message and Vickie quickly forgot until one day after class she checked her e-mail. In her in box a new message from SIXTH PERIOD TRIG waited for eyes. Vickie nervously looked around her now empty classroom and then she felt silly for doing so. She opened the message and it read: 

Dear Miss Roach, 

I come to school every day to see you. I wonder if you know that during class that someone desires you, someone thinks that you are special, someone is peeking under your well masked facade and sees the beauty that lies therein. Well, Miss Roach, I desire you. 

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG 

Vickie must have read that message a dozen times and each time she asked herself another question. Who would write this? What high school student would use words like facade and therein? What high school student would find her desirable? The more she read it the more confused she became. She opened her grade book and went through each name and thought about the possibility of that student being the author. Name after name and name and no suspects. Vickie didn't even realize it when her finger glided over Dave Barry's name without so much as a thought because Dave was one of those students who was invisible even though he was in plain sight. 

That night as Vickie exercised she thought of the e-mail and it's contents and she carried those thoughts with her as she went to bed. Unknown to her, Dave had planted a seed in Miss Vickie Roach's head that was just starting to germinate. 

Wednesday's class went without incident. She could not even venture a guess as to the source of the mystery e-mailer. At the end of the period Vickie had mixed emotions about not receiving another message. She was somewhat relieved that another had not come but also a splinter of disappointment had pierced her well hidden demeanor. 

The origins of the messages had started to dominate her thinking. The rest of her day, the drive to her house, the time it took to grade papers, her exercising, even her attempts to fall asleep were troubled by the content of the e-mails. The thought of why someone would do this to her was also present with the thought that someone found her desirable. These conflicting emotions troubled Vickie. 

Friday, sixth period finally came without any more e-mails. Vickie tried to match the absentee list to see if this gave evidence to uncover the secret sender but it was to no avail. The class went well, the students seemed to grasp the concepts and quickly busied themselves with the problem of the day. Vickie sat behind her desk and watched them work. She could not spot any furtive glances and decided that she must begin some of her other obligations. She avoided her e-mails, even though she worked on her computer and after five minutes her curiosity won out and she checked her in box. One message and it was from SIXTH PERIOD TRIG. She wasted no time and opened it. It read: 

Dear Miss Roach, 

Each day your students see you as a teacher, a very special, caring, kind teacher but not as a woman. I know the woman that lies beneath. I look at you and see the woman, the desirable woman that you are. I think of you at night and wonder. I wonder why you hide, I wonder why you wrap your body in concealment. I wonder how you would look if you just let your hair down. Please, Miss Roach, on Monday let your hair down, I think we'll both find it exciting. 

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG 

Vickie logged off her computer and shut it down. She didn't know what to do but she was troubled. The question of who was doing this played on her mind even as the bell rang and the students filed out of her class. A few students muttered to her about having a nice weekend but Vickie was preoccupied and barely acknowledged their kindness. 

School ended and Vickie felt paranoid. Even as she made her way to her car, she would cast nervous glances over her shoulder, afraid that someone would sneak up behind her. 

Finally, she sat behind the wheel of her car and let out a deep breath in relief. Vickie pulled down the sun visor and looked in the mirror. She concentrated on her own face and realized that she was plain in appearance and she wondered why she was that way. She looked at her hair that was pinned up and it came to her that she had always worn her hair this way to school, never once letting it down. 

At home, she busied herself with correcting papers while the day was fresh in her mind and was done in ninety minutes. In her bedroom she studied herself in the floor length mirror and wondered why a boy, a high school boy would find her attractive. Vickie's hands went to her hair and soon it collapsed around her shoulders. She always took great care of her hair and it showed. The curly locks of fine, silky, brown hair fell so that it surrounded her face, draped over her back and in the front brushed against her breasts. The curls and swirls of hair seemed to blanket her chest providing a soft pillow of comfort for her firm breasts. Vickie's eyes were critical of the rest of her nerdy attire which also matched her daily school clothes. 

The weekend was a blur for Vickie. Her workouts were far more strenuous as if she was trying to prove something and she seemed to pay more attention to her body. She had firm, shapely legs, a pert ass and breasts, although not large, exploded from her chest as solid orbs that somewhat embarrassed her. 

Fresh from her shower, she slipped into a robe that fell to mid thigh and logged on to her computer. She was very anxious as she checked her e-mail and couldn't decide if she wanted to see another phantom e-mail or not. She wasted no time when she discovered that Sixth Period trig had indeed left a message. 

Dear Miss Roach, 

I know that you have wondered about my request. I mean you no harm, it's just that I think that you're very attractive. I think you are so very special. I think of you often but in my mind, I picture you differently. I see your hair, your beautiful, silky hair as it cascades over your shoulders. I see the way it bounces as you walk. I picture it swirling as you turn to the chalkboard and then back. I see you dressed with more attractive clothes. You can't believe how I imagine you wearing a simply, white cotton blouse instead of those baggy sweaters. I dream of you wearing slacks that are tailored for your shape instead of the floppy pants you wear. I cannot even imagine what you would look like in a skirt. Please do not think of me as vulgar because I am not. Do not think of me as a pervert because I am not. Think of me as an artist, someone who can bring out the inner beauty and you are my subject. I would never harm you, Miss Roach, never. If you think of me as a stalker or someone who would harm you, then respond to this e-mail with one word. Respond with STOP and I will cease all contact. I will never e-mail you again. I will still be a respectful student and I will always see your inner beauty. If you wish me to continue then respond with another one word. Respond with PLEASE. I hope to hear from you soon 

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG 

Vickie must have read the e-mail ten times. She was confused and tried to gauge her reaction. Then it struck her. She was a teacher, a professional, someone who was to lead by example. Why was she even doubtful about what she must do. She hit the reply button, erased the previously typed text and typed STOP. 

Vickie looked at the send button, placed the mouse directly over and pressed it. There, that would be the end of that. Now she could get back to normal and not worry about her unknown student. Now she didn't have to worry about those sexy e-mails, even if it did excite her just a little. Vickie stared at the screen, the word STOP, the mouse on the send button which was still pressed down. She stayed that way for minutes and slowly, carefully moved the depressed mouse off the send button, in effect canceling the send request. Vickie sighed deeply but she felt a little bit more alive, a little bit naughty as she shut down her computer. 

That night Dave Barry went to bed after waiting the longest time for a response but none came. He wondered if she received it or maybe just hadn't opened it yet or maybe she was thinking about it. Dave Barry went to bed that night with erotic thoughts of his teacher and masturbated. When he came in an explosion of pleasure he dreamed that it was not tissue that found his hot seed but his math teacher, Miss Vickie Roach. 

Vickie Roach went to bed that night in the one sexy article in her wardrobe, a silky, clear nightie with dainty matching panties. Vickie went to bed without bothering to put on her skimpy panties. She laid in her bed and thought of her unknown student and masturbated. When she came, she raised her hips in pleasure and dreamed that it wasn't her fingers that brought this excitement but her unknown student who was between her legs, cumming at the exact same moment they locked lips in a passionate kiss. She felt very sexy as she still felt the warm after glow of her orgasm but she also felt troubled when she thought about her lonely existence. 

Chapter 2 

Vickie tried to keep herself busy that weekend so that her thoughts would not drift to the e-mail, the e-mail that seemed to consume her thoughts. She went grocery shopping then came home and exercised. She went to a clothing store and browsed, actually looking at more modern clothes, clothes that would accentuate her figure but she could not bring herself to purchase them. When she arrived home that Saturday, she exercised some more as if doing so would answer all her questions. 

The rest of the weekend was a blur and she realized more than ever how lonely she was, how few friends she had and wondered if it would ever change. 

Monday morning came and Vickie readied herself for school as she had done every previous day, the same boring hairstyle, the same boring attire, the same boring Vickie. 

School was normal that day. She really liked to teach and she anticipated sixth period trig more than ever but no e-mail was forthcoming nor was there one on Tuesday, Wednesday or the rest of the week, or the rest of the month and Vickie had long forgotten her e-mails. 

Suddenly, the day before Thanksgiving break, there it was, an e-mail from sixth period trig. She immediately scanned the room, since that class was now in front of her. She saw no guilty faces, no telltale stares and she proceeded to open the correspondence. 

Dear Miss Roach, 

You never answered my last e-mail. Did you get it? If you did, then signal yes by taking your stapler out of your desk drawer and putting it in the right hand corner of your desk. If you never got it or wish these letters to stop, then do nothing. Thank you. 

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG 

Vickie stared at the message. The emailer wants to secretly communicate even though she is surrounded by a roomful of students. She gave it no thought as she opened her desk drawer, grasped the stapler and placed it in the right hand corner of her desk. Vickie felt naughty, she felt alive as she stared at her screen. She then realized that she needed this adventure and promised herself that she would never let it get out of hand, never let it go too far. 

The next e-mail was in her inbox in minutes. 

Dear Miss Roach, 

I can only assume that you were confused as to what actions you should take. I believe that I should be more direct, more insistent as to what I would like you to do. This evening, I will e-mail you again with instructions. I want you to follow these directives and keep in mind that I would never, ever do anything to harm you or your career. You are able to stop this at any time. 

I need some information first. I know where you live but I don't know where your computer is situated. Use you desk as a map. The front center of your desk is your front door as seen from the street. Place the stapler on your desk to the corresponding place in your place. 

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG 

Vickie moved the stapler to her left side of her desk, about half way down. 

Another e-mail followed. 

Dear Miss Roach, 

It looks like you have designated the back room on the side of your place. I'll assume it's the first floor. 

I want you to open this e-mail at precisely 7 PM, tonight but before you do that, I want you to raise the shade in that room a few inches. Don't be frightened, I want to look at you as you open the e-mail. If the shade is completely down then I will go home. 

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG 

The bell rang, the class filed out but Vickie stayed at her desk, barely acknowledging her exiting students. It dawned on her that If she were to continue, she would have to arrange for him to peep in her window. Vickie knew that a dangerous step was taken and she finished the rest of her day in a fog, knowing that she should stop this now. 

Once home, Vickie went about straightening up the computer room. She had a desk on the side of the room, her exercise equipment was on the far wall with a sofa and TV on the other wall. She had arranged the room so that when she was on the treadmill she could watch TV. She glanced at the windows, two of them. Either one would let just about anyone peer into her room and see but she went to the one closer to her computer and raised the shade about 2 inches. 

Vickie went to the sofa and collapsed not because she was tired but rather because she was confused, confused but excited that for the first time someone was interested in her. Vickie's head was back against the cushion and her hand was cupping her breast as she just dreamed of nothing in particular. 


Sixth Period Trig Pt. 02



Chapter 3

Conflicting emotions swarmed Vickie. Fear and confusion were intense. Before today she could be described as the sky diver who held the door of the plane, white knuckled, and never let go out only to reach land in the same manner she left it, by plane. But now, she had jumped and her heart pumped with excitement. She knew that she was taking a chance, but she also knew that for the first time in her life she felt total excitement. She just hoped that she would be able to pull the chord in enough time to avoid disaster.

That evening, she returned to the store and was happy to see the same teenage girl was working. The girl recognized her immediately and said "You look terrific, I bet you were the hit of the day."

Vickie smiled and thanked the girl, asking if she could help her pick out some more clothing. "That's what I get paid for", replied the girl, "although, for you, I'd do it for nothing."

That remark caused Vickie to blush but she liked the attention. For the first time, Vickie really looked at the girl. The name tag that was pinned prominently on her ample chest had PAM typed on it. "That's very kind of you, Pam", said Vickie and Pam told her to wait while she selected some outfits. 

Vickie tried on many blouses as well as more slacks. Pam's comments were helpful as Vickie found herself in a buying frenzy. One blouse that Pam had her try on was quite sheer. When Vickie looked at herself in the mirror, she was shocked and commented that she could never wear it. Pam replied that with a fancy bra, it would be both provocative and a confidence builder. Vickie asked what she meant and the young girl said, "This blouse says that I'm a lady, I'm beautiful and I'm proud of it. You, dear customer and this blouse are made for each other." 

While Vickie added a few bras that complemented the sheerness of the blouse, Pam brought her some skirts to try. Vickie didn't even own a skirt that showed her legs, so she felt apprehensive and awkward about trying on even the most modest of skirts. When she stepped out of the changing room, Pam immediately said that she looked great.

Vickie stared at herself in the mirror, twisting one way then the other as she looked at the skirt. It fell just at the very top of her knees and was quite modest. Pam stood to the side and grunted.

"What's the matter?", Vickie asked.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this but if I had legs like yours, I'd never wear a skirt like that."

"I knew it was too short", replied Vickie.

"Too short!" exclaimed Pam, "Too short, It's not short enough. Do you mind if I tell you what I think?"

"You have so far, so don't stop now." said Vickie.

"Well, Miss, Miss..." Pam said searching for a name.

"Vickie" 

"Well, Vickie, I get many women who really look good in our designs but you look terrific, absolutely terrific. Here try on this skirt."

Vickie took the garment and in minutes exited the dressing room, wearing a black skirt whose hem rested a good three inches above the knee.

"Wow" was all Pam could say.

"I could never..."

"Wow, If I had legs like yours, Vickie that's the longest skirt I'd ever wear. Here try this."

Vickie reappeared wearing a skirt so short that she felt the need to keep pulling down the hem. 

"I could never wear this in public, Pam, it's way too short."

Pam was staring at Vickie's legs and said "You walk down the street in this and every man and woman will stare, you might even cause an accident. You're right, you couldn't wear this in public but maybe for that right man, that right moment, maybe.... Do you mind me asking, what type of work do you do?" 

"I'm a high school teacher"

Pam laughed and said "I'd have a school full of grateful boy students if I could talk you into wearing the short one."

Pam looked at the teacher wearing the short skirt and said "You could wear the other one, though."

Vickie picked up the longer of the two remaining skirts but Pam interrupted, "You can safely wear that one but if you want the boy's attention wear the other one. Hell, you'd have my attention."

For the second time that evening, Vickie blushed and she thought of her secret e-mailer and purchased all three skirts along with some slacks, blouses, including the sheer one and some bras.

The next day, Vickie wore a new blouse and new slacks to school. When sixth period came she didn't hide as before but greeted them at the door, just the way the old Miss Roach did. She did notice that she got more greetings than normal, genuine greetings as if they really cared. Joann stopped and looked at her teacher and then suddenly thrust her hand up towards Vickie's breast. Vickie jumped a little but all Joann did was retrieve a loose thread from Vickie shoulder. 

"you scared me." said Vickie.

"Sorry, I just figured..."

"I know, I'm sorry, I just thought for a second that.." and Vickie stopped mid sentence.

Joann smiled at her teacher, took a step into class before stopping again and in a soft voice said "That's a nice thought, though."

Vickie blushed and wondered as Joann went into the room.

The trig class went smoothly, as usual, but not as many heads were lost in computer screens. Vickie seemed to think that her students were looking at her far more than normal. Vickie assigned the problem of the day and sat at her desk with anticipation. 

A knock came at the door and Mr. Williams entered. He asked some stupid question about when the next teacher's meeting was scheduled but his eyes never left Miss Roach's chest. Vickie's hand went to top button of her blouse. She clasped it tighter, even though it was already buttoned, apparently nervous from her neighboring teacher's leers. Mr. Williams sensed her defensiveness, thanked her and left.

Vickie released her clothes line grip and went to her mail. She waited, knowing her admirer would send her a message and was rewarded with a new e-mail.

Dear Miss Roach,

You look incredible just as I knew you would. The bumbling Mr. Williams also seems to agree. I thought his eyes would bore a hole in your blouse, but I can't blame him. As I look around the room, all the students are busy staring at their screens and I want one more quick look at my beautiful, math teacher. Miss Roach, could you please stand. Just for ten seconds, stand right at your desk so I can soak in your beauty one more time.

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG

Vickie, obediently stood, facing the class and didn't even try to discover who was looking. She stared at the ceiling and slowly counted to ten before sitting.

A new e-mail followed.

Dear Miss Roach,

Thank you. You are indeed beautiful. Your wardrobe could be enhanced significantly if you would just undid one more button on your blouse. This would not cause any of your cleavage to be visible but would rather give the impression of you having more confidence in your appearance. Remember, Miss Roach, I would never, knowingly, give you bad advice. 

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG

PS: The next time Mr. Williams or any other ogler stares at you, do not try to cover yourself. You are beautiful, your are sexy and you are confident.

Vickie finished reading the message and slowly slipped her fingers to that top button and popped it out of its confining hole and then even though he did not ask, she stood, stared at the ceiling and again counted to ten before sitting down again.

The days passed and Vickie's inhibitions seemed to melt away. She treasured his e-mails but with a sense of dread. She sincerely hoped that he wouldn't push his control over her to unacceptable levels because she feared that she might not be able to refuse. 

Most of his e-mails inflated her confidence and one morning she donned her skirt for the first time. Not the shortest skirt or even the middle shortest one but the skirt that fell just above her knee. She put on a blouse that complemented the skirt and as she looked in the mirror she made sure that the top two buttons of her white cotton blouse were undone. She liked the way she looked, the way her shoes enhanced the subtle lines of her sexy legs, the way her hair curled over her shoulders. She felt good, she felt sexy and wondered if her students would even notice if she undid just one more button. They probably wouldn't because they would be staring at her legs and she liked that idea.

She tested her outfit in the mirror and saw that if she turned and bent a certain way that her bra and soft flesh overflowing the tops of the delicate cups would be visible. She reminded herself to be cautious in her movement and wondered if her secret student would be proud of her.

Sixth period finally arrived and she greeted the students at the door. The looks she was getting got bolder as most students stared directly at her chest. Some just glanced quickly before raising their eyes to greet their teacher but more than a few never pried their sight away from her chest. Vickie remembered her student's advice and stood tall, with her shoulders back and her head high and looked directly at each of her charges.

Vickie went to her desk to take attendance and she quickly checked her e-mail. She rarely got one this early in class but she looked anyway and was delighted to see that a message awaited.

Dear Miss Roach,

You look terrific. During your lesson, make sure you walk by the windows and turn slowly towards the front of the room. I know you're curious as to why, so I'll tell you. I'm hoping that the sun will be bright enough to shine through your blouse and allow me a glimpse of the treasure beneath. Thank you.

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG 

Vickie felt herself become flush with the request and hers eyes went to the windows. The sun was bright and it streamed through the windows. A few of the shades were down so as to keep the sunlight from washing out the student's computer screens but she knew that if she walked by the windows then some students will be able to see her breast through her blouse. Well, Vickie thought, they would really only see the outline of bra encased breast and she knew that she would comply with the request.

The attention the students gave her during the lesson was amazing. Not a single student took their eyes off her as she taught. All eyes stayed glued to her as she walked away from the overhead projector and towards the windows. She walked slowly down the last aisle and knew the sun was penetrating her blouse. She was even bold enough to raise the few drawn shades and let in more sun. Vickie stayed a long time in the sun and noted a few of the boys just stared with their mouths open. Vickie felt great and she was having fun. She paced up and down that sun bleached aisle as she taught and she knew that her students, at lest the males, were hoping to get a glimpse of her silhouetted breasts. Vickie never felt this way before and wondered what a picture she would be if she wore some sort of sun dress. A dress that would be near invisible with the harsh light behind her, but Vickie knew that the season did not call for such a dress. Maybe in the spring time, she thought, maybe in the spring.

The school days slid by and there wasn't a single day that Vickie did not receive an e-mail. Her secret messenger built her confidence with flattery and subtle requests. On one cloudy day an e-mail told her that if she stood at a certain spot between the powerful light cast by her overhead projector and the board, it would have the same effect as the sun. Vickie promptly stood at that spot.

Dave made sure that he went slowly with his teacher. He marveled at her steady progress from a shy, insecure teacher into a beautiful, sexy woman who oozed confidence. He urged her to walk among the students. To bend over an observe their work on the screens, knowing that the student who was being helped got to look down her blouse and the students on the other side got rewarded with her shapely butt or when she wore one of her skirts from her ever expanding wardrobe, they glimpsed her butt and the back of her gorgeous thighs. 

One evening, a Thursday, Vickie got an e-mail at home from her student. She quickly opened it.

Dear Vickie,

You make me so proud. I don't know if you realize the changes that have occurred in class over the last few months. I mean changes in your students. The change in you has been dramatic and wonderful. Today, in class, Maryellen did not wear a bra and did not draw the boys' attention away from you. Veronica's short skirt was bunched around her waist as she sat in the back of the room. She sat there all during class with her legs apart, showing her pretty panties. She did get a few stares that is until you went towards the windows. Joann played with her nipples the whole period. There's a whole lot of sexual energy in the room, your room, Vickie and all because of you. Joey Peoples never looked up Veronica's skirt but her did "accidentally" drop his pencil and tried to peek up your skirt as you walked down the aisle.

At lunch, I overheard a few of the boys planning what they were going to do in your class. A few admitted to asking for your help, just so that had an opportunity to peek down your blouse. 

Does that bother you, Vickie? Does it make you angry?

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG

Vickie read the message and replied immediately.

DEAR STUDENT,

First of all I need to call you something. I mean, you're the one who deserves credit for my changes, You're the one who has made my live so exciting, lately, what do I call you?

Vickie

His response,

DEAR VICKIE

Call me SIX, you know, from sixth period trig.

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG

Dear SIX,

You sound a little jealous.

VICKIE

DEAR VICKIE,

I guess I am, just a little. In one way I'm so proud of you that I want to shout out to everyone, "look at my teacher, look at Miss Roach, Look what I have done." In another way, I want you for myself but I know that's impossible.

SIX

Dear SIX,

Don't be jealous my dear SIX. I appreciate everything that you've done for me but don't forget that I'm only doing what you want me to do.

VICKIE

DEAR VICKIE,

Does it bother you that boys are looking down your blouse? Does it bother you that Joey Peoples tried to look up your skirt?

SIX

Dear SIX,

No, it doesn't bother me. If I can get the boys to pay attention and ask legitimate questions just for the opportunity to peek then I guess it's worth it. Remember it is you who doesn't want to be identified. Why don't you ask me some questions? 

VICKIE

PS: If you try to look up my skirt, try to be more creative, see you tomorrow in class.

The next day, Vickie dressed as sexy as she knew how, She still did not have the courage to wear the shorter skirt or the transparent blouse but she wear a skirt and a blouse with the highest acceptable number of buttons undone.

Sixth period came and went without a message. Vickie sat at her desk after class and wondered what happened. On a chance that SIX might be monitoring his e-mail, she sent a message.

DEAR SIX,

What's the matter?

VICKIE

Vickie Roach busied herself preparing for Monday's class when she spotted an e-mail.

DEAR VICKIE,

I want you to make me feel special.

SIX

Vickie leaned back in her swivel chair and thought, long, deep, hard thoughts and finally sent a reply.

DEAR SIX,

Be at my window at 9 o'clock, tonight

VICKIE

That afternoon and early evening, Vickie prepared for SIX to be at her window. She hoped he would show because she was prepared to go to the next level.

At a few minutes before nine, Vickie entered the room where Six would be stationed outside. Every nerve in her body tingled as she walked towards her computer. Vickie wore the short skirt, the skirt that she had previously determined never to wear. The hem line was a scant 2 inches below her crotch and she knew that she couldn't sit or bend without revealing her undergarments. She also wore a button down sweater with only the middle two buttons holding the straining material for exposing her braless chest. Vickie stood beside her computer, facing the window, facing SIX and she proceeded to wrap a black cloth around her eyes, tying it behind her head thus blinding herself.

SIX got to the window just as his teacher entered the room. He sucked in his breath as he watch his teacher, this sexy woman,walk towards the computer. He knew that his mouth was wide opened as he stared at her exquisite legs in the very short skirt. He stared at her chest and the way her breasts moved like puppies lost under a blanket and was stunned when she covered her eyes. SIX wasn't sure what he was suppose to do when his hand brushed up against something on the window sill. It was a key and the key had a tag on it. "Key to Miss Roach's front door." the tag said. SIX looked at the key, the tag, the sexual goddess in the room and slipped off the milk crate. He made his way to the front door, and quickly slid the key into the look. He heard the latch disengage and he turned the knob, The door opened and he went inside. He was in a hall. He heard Miss Roach say "SIX?"

"yes", he answered in a fake, deep voice so as to keep his identity a secret.

"Come here my student hero. I want to test some new teaching method." As she spoke, SIX walked into the room where she was standing and she looked even more ravishing from closer up. Vickie continued, "SIX, will you help me?"

Another deep "yes" was grunted by SIX.

"My, My, SIX. Are you sick?"

"No" he quickly replied, forgetting for that one word his fake lower voice.

"Good" answered Vickie amazed at herself for her brazen conduct, "I wouldn't want a Sick Six", she giggled.

"Have you taken off your jacket?" she asked.

Dave Barry took it off and stood there dumb founded for a few seconds. 

"Here, sit at the computer."

Dave did as he was told, never taking his eyes off his teacher.

"Well, dear SIX, you're probably wondering why you're here."

"Un ha" was all he could mutter.

"Well SIX, you got me wondering. With all those boys doing their best to look down my blouse, I was thinking that maybe I could use it to my advantage." Vickie stood beside her seated student and then she sat in the extra chair that she had supplied for tonight's lesson. 

"Are you looking down my blouse, oops, I mean sweater, right now SIX?"

"Yes"

"Do you think any of the other boys in class would look?"

"Yes" croaked SIX.

"Do you think that anyone would do their homework if I told them it was okay to look?", Vickie purred.

"I know I would", volunteered Dave, 

"What are you looking at right now, SIX."

"Your chest."

"My chest? Is that what you usually call it. SIX? A chest."

"Your breasts, Miss Roach, I was looking at your breasts."

"You mean my tits, don't you SIX?"

"Yes, Miss Roach, your tits." 

"By the way, SIX, do you like my new skirt?"

Dave looked down and saw his teacher's legs. Naked legs, naked, shapely, legs that Vickie had slightly apart. 

"By the way, SIX, I saw Veronica today. I saw her sitting there with her little skirt hiked up so high that I could see her panties. So, this is how she felt. This is how she felt when she was sitting in a roomful of students knowing anyone of them could look. Can you see my panties, SIX?"

"Yes"

"But Veronica had some sort of picture on the front of her panties, An animal, I think, but I couldn't quite see. Did you notice?"

"Yes" SIX again croaked.

"What was it?"

"It was Garfield the cat."

"That seems like a strange thing to have on her panties." commented Vickie.

"Well", added SIX, "She liked to say that she let everyone see her pussy."

Vickie laughed and said "smart girl. Did you drop a pencil to look up her skirt?"

"No, I was more creative than that."

"I hope you're creative with me", said Vickie

"Okay, SIX, can I test my new teaching theory on you?"

"Yes"

"I'm going to test you on your homework. Now I know I didn't give any weekend homework, so lets pretend that I did. Ready?"




Sixth Period Trig Pt. 02



"Yes"

"What is the sine of zero degrees, SIX?" asked the teacher.

"Zero", Dave, aka SIX, quickly replied.

"Very good, SIX. You have completed the first part successfully. You are free to undo one of those pesky buttons on my sweater or receive no homework for the next two days. What is your choice?"

"The button" he answered.

"Good choice" replied Vickie and she straightened her back and made her chest available to her student.

SIX slowly brought his hand up and fumbled with the bottom button. He was able to undo it without the slightest contact with Vickie.

"Next question", said Vickie. 'What is the tangent ratio?"

"Sine over cosine", Dave said.

"Right" answered Vickie and asked "button or no homework?"

"Button" said Dave and his fingers went to work quickly. When he slid the button out from the grasp of the whole the sweater burst open as her breasts spilled into view. 

Vickie's breast were firm, pear shaped breasts topped with a swollen puffy nipple that seemed to turn upward.

"Like?" asked Vickie.

"You're beautiful." and he stared at her lovely tits while she asked "want to touch?"

"Yes, yes, yes" groaned Dave.

"Vickie was feeling powerful and sexy when she said "a simple yes, yes, would have done. There's only two of them."

"Last question, SIX. What is the law of sines?"

"Thursday" was all that came from Dave's mouth.

Vickie laughed and said "Thursday? Well close enough." She found Dave's hand and brought it up to her naked tit and held it there. He brought up his other hand and used both hands to hold her breast. One hand cupping her tit from underneath while his fingers of the other hand traced around her nipple.

"Can I suck it?" he pleaded.

"Of course" whispered Vickie and she leaned forward so that her breasts arched away from her chest and towards her waiting student's mouth. Dave licked, sucked and let his tongue make furious laps around his teacher's tit. Vickie gently held his head while she nursed her eager student.

Dave wished this moment would never end but it did when he let his hand slip to her warm thigh.

Vickie suddenly stood and said "I'm not ready for that."

Dave quickly apologized but Vickie took two steps backwards and said "You should go."

Dave got his jacket and Vickie heard him take a few steps towards the door when she said "SIX."

"Yes" he said for the umpteenth time.

"Do you think it will work?" she asked with a smile on her face.

"It's a sure fire winner." he replied.

"Why don't you come over here and give each one of my breasts, I mean tits a goodbye kiss."

Dave took three giant steps and reached his teacher and gave each tit a long kiss.

Vickie held her sweater together with one hand, turned and said goodbye as she reached to untie her blindfold with he other. When she turned to look SIX was gone but she could still feel the wetness of his kiss on her nipple.

Later that night vickie sent one last e-mail.

Dear SIX,

I feel so selfish. All I did was think of myself. I never considered your needs and I'm so very sorry. I will leave out my key at the same time, same day, next week. Knock on the window so I have time to put on the blindfold. Hope I hear from you.

Your teacher,

Miss Vickie Roach.



Sixth Period Trig Pt. 03



Many thanks to ZMaria, the wonderful volunteer editor who was an immense help in editing this story.

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Chapter 4

Vickie's weekend was filled with erotic dreams which seemed to have a life of their own. She was shocked to find her fantasies were so strong. Just a little while ago she had no such fantasies, but she also found comfort in them. She felt as if she was growing, learning and her student was the instructor.

Monday's sixth period class was filing into the room. Vickie wore slacks and a modest blouse. She had spent much of the weekend in front of the mirror checking out more new clothes. She modeled short skirts, and see through blouses knowing that she would never wear them to school but it fueled her fantasies. She didn't really trust herself in class today, so she dressed conservatively. 

As the students filed past her, she couldn't help thinking that one of them had seen her naked chest. One of them had felt her tits and even sucked her nipples. Vickie spent the entire class scanning her students' faces for any telltale sign but instead of a suspect all she did was get herself more excited. 

She finished her lesson, did examples on the board, and assigned the problem of the day. She sat at her desk and anxiously waited for an e-mail but none came. After a few quiet moments, a student, Joey People. raised his hand. 

"Miss Roach, I need help." He said.

Vickie went to his side. As she walked towards Joey People's desk, she remembered what SIX had told her. Joey People liked to look up her skirt. Well, today she wasn't wearing a skirt and almost immediately regretted her decision. She liked the idea of Joey People looking up her skirt. She liked the idea of all her students looking. 

She caught a glimpse of Veronica sitting a few aisles away. She was busy looking at her computer screen but just like last week, her short skirt was doing nothing to cover her legs. She sat there with her legs wide open oblivious to James's leering glances. James, a student representative had his head on his desk and was looking backwards towards Veronica. Vickie felt a pang of jealousy as she knew that Veronica would draw the boys attention today, not her.

At Joey's desk, she asked, "What can I help you with, Joey?"

Joey asked a few questions relating to today's lesson and at one point, Vickie had to lean over to type something on his computer. She knew that he was trying very hard to peek down her blouse and she smiled.

"Did you do last week's homework, Joey?" 

When Joey said that he did do his assigned work, Vickie asked him three relatively easy questions, which Joey answered correctly. Immediately, Vickie thought about her new 'teaching method'. She wondered if SIX also thought about it. Was SIX looking to see if she let Joey open her blouse and give him access to her breasts? 

"Miss Roach," said Joey.

Vickie, lost in thought, pictured Joey, a freckled face, red headed boy with an impish personality fumbling with the buttons of her blouse.

"Miss Roach..."

Vickie imagined herself leaning over slightly to make it easier for Joey as he had finally slipped the last button out of the hole.

"Miss Roach....."

Poor Joey, Vickie thought, was having difficulty with the clasp in the front of her bra. Mary Ellen popped out of her seat and offered her help. 

"They should make these bras easier for the boys, Miss Roach," said Mary Ellen as she let the unclasped bra fall away. 

The whole class watched as Joey opened his mouth and Miss Roach lowered her breast.

"Miss Roach," Joey said loudly. 

Vickie snapped out of her trance. He asked another question that forced her to lean over again. Joey stared directly at his pretty teacher's chest and Vickie pretended not to notice. She stared at the computer screen but could sense that Joey's eyes were elsewhere. 

Vickie turned and looked at Mary Ellen, who was staring attentively at her computer screen. Mary Ellen did not have her chest resting on the top of the desk as she usually did but rather sat up straight in her chair. She noticed that Mary Ellen wore a vest, unbuttoned and opened. Under the vest she wore a white t-shirt and it was obvious that she did not wear a bra. From Vickie's vantage point she could clearly make out the outline of Mary Ellen's nipple poking at the t-shirt as the opened vest failed to cover her left breast. 

Vickie drew her attention away from her student's breast in time to notice that both Brian and José tried to sneak peeks of Mary Ellen's considerable attributes only to snap their heads back to their own screens when they realized they were being observed. Brian looked back brazenly one more time and then looked up and smiled at his teacher before busying himself with his class work.

Finished with Joey's questions, Vickie headed back to her desk and was pleased to see an e-mail from SIX.

Dear Vickie,

You are such a naughty teacher. I bet that you were thinking of your new teaching methods with Joey. Did you think about how you would nurse Joey with those lovely tits of yours? How do you know that I'm not Joey? 

SIX

Vickie replied quickly.

Dear SIX

I don't know who you are and yes, I was thinking about that. I was thinking about what it would be like to ....

Vickie

She kept her e-mails to a few words, afraid of what she might write, afraid to admit to SIX that all she thought about was sex. 

With about two minutes left in class, Vickie got another message.

Dear Vickie,

You are so beautiful. I can still see your breasts, I can still taste your sensitive nipple. Can you still feel my mouth on you?

SIX

Vickie was able to send one last e-mail before the bell rang, an e-mail that just read one word; YES. 

The bell rang ending class and she watched her students gather their books and belongings. 

When Veronica stood, her skirt clung to her waist allowing the leering James to see her panties. He let out a soft whistle which caused Veronica to look up and catch him staring at her naked legs and exposed panties. Vickie was amazed as Veronica did not immediately pulled down her wayward skirt but took two steps towards the still seated James. She stopped at his desk and did nothing as James whispered something to her as he brought up his hand and let his fingers slide between her legs and over the front of her panties. It seemed like his fingers caressed her for minutes but in reality it was a scant few seconds before Veronica gently patted his cheek and Vickie heard her say, "It's nice to see our elected officials trying to keep in touch with the student body." She then moved his hand away and slid her skirt down and continued out of the room.

Vickie sat at her desk for a while and could only think about her desire to open her blouse and the casual manner in which Veronica let a fellow classmate touch her. She again regretted wearing slacks. The teacher wanted to experience the feeling of sitting at a desk with her skirt hiked high, panties exposed, legs spread. She wanted so much to feel what Veronica felt, she wanted to be as free as Mary Ellen, even if she was in an empty classroom.

Vickie's new found desires worried her. She was afraid that they were getting out of control. 

She stayed in her empty classroom well after the school had emptied and worked on her lesson plans. Satisfied that her week was well planned she got up and went towards the door. She stood at the door and looked back into her classroom and wondered if there was a new sexual energy that flowed in her room. Was it always there and she just never noticed or were her students reacting to the subtle vibes that she was giving? She stood there for a few moments and relived that scene. Veronica letting James touch her without so much as a protest. With a deep sigh, Vickie closed the door and headed to her car.

That evening, after a supper that consisted of a salad and a glass of water, Vickie decided to go back to the store where Pam worked. She didn't know whether she went there to buy new clothes or just to see Pam. It seemed that Pam and SIX were the only ones who knew her and she wondered why she had this unfounded trust in Pam.

Vickie peered into the store and was relieved to see no customers and that Pam was working. 

"Hi, Miss Vickie," said a delighted Pam as she greeted her now favorite adult customer. "Here for some more advice from the girl who knows what men really want?"

Before Vickie could answer, an exuberant Pam added, "I was thinking about you, my sexy teacher, and I put aside some provocative additions for your wardrobe."

Vickie laughed as she raced off to get her stash.

While Pam was gone, a teenage boy entered the store and went directly to the counter without looking at any of the store's wares.

When Pam returned with an armful of clothing, she saw the boy and greeted him warmly by saying, "Doug! What a pleasant surprise."

She carefully put the clothes on the counter and hugged Doug.

She turned towards Vickie and said "Doug, this is Miss Vickie, the woman I told you about. Miss Vickie this is Doug, my best friend's current boyfriend."

Doug approached Vickie and said "You told me that she was good looking but you didn't mention that she was really, gooood loooking," He really dragged out the words good and looking in a manner that made Vickie nervous.

Pam sensed this and added "He's harmless, just a little overwhelmed."

"Yeah, overwhelmed," added Doug.

"And to what do we owe this visit, Doug?" asked Pam.

"Cindy couldn't get out tonight and I was bored, and I was passing by when I thought of Cindy's sexy girlfriend and how could I resist? So, Ta Da.. here I am."

They stood there for a few nervous seconds before Pam said, "Here, Miss Vickie, try this on." She handed the teacher some clothes and Vickie retreated to the dressing room.

It seemed as if Pam was determined to get her to wear skirts because the armful of clothes were mostly skirts, short skirts, pleated skirts, zippered shirts, skirts with large buttons down the front, really, really short skirts and a few dresses. Vickie tried on a few but was reluctant to exit the dressing room, feeling shy in front of Pam's friend.

Vickie tried on the pleated skirt. It reminded her of the skirts that girls wore to schools that required uniforms. It fell to mid thigh and swayed as she walked back and forth. Vickie thought it looked kind of sexy but knew that she would probably never wear it. It was just then that Pam yelled out "Why haven't you come out yet? Your audience awaits."

"My audience," thought Vickie and the idea of an audience appealed to her, so she put on the knee socks that Pam so thoughtfully added in the pile and a crisp, white blouse.

Vickie left the dressing room and went to the nearby mirrors. She was shocked to find that Doug had pulled up a chair near the mirrors so that he could watch. 

"Wow" said Doug and Vickie could feel herself blush.

"I knew it," added Pam, "That looks great on you. Walk over to me."

Vickie did as Pam suggested and soon she felt as if she were on the runway, modeling clothes.

Pam turned to Doug and asked "well what do you think? If she was your teacher would you be impressed?"

Doug just stared.

Vickie paraded herself back and forth in front of the seated boy.

"Come on Doug, express yourself. Think hard."

"Well. that's easy" Doug started. "I'm thinking about this sexy teacher and I'm hard."

"Boys can be such pervs," scolded Pam, "but Miss Vickie, you are sexy."

"It just needs a little tweaking," Doug explained and he jumped out his chair and approached the waiting teacher.

Doug pointed to the top button of her blouse and asked, "May I?"

Vickie shrugged her shoulders and smiled at Doug as he reached up and deftly undid the top button. He then took hold of the cloth above the buttons and pulled it apart a little.

"My, you're good at that," stated a more confident Vickie.

"He should be, he's had plenty of practice, from what Cindy tells me." said Pam with a small laugh.

Doug stood back a step and admired his handy work. Vickie stood tall and awaited his decision.

"Hmmm," Doug moaned, "just a tad more tweaking." He stepped towards Vickie again.

This time, he didn't ask permission but reached up and opened the next button. When he pulled the material aside again, a fair amount of Vickie's cleavage was visible. 

Doug sat back down and said, "Pretend that I'm a student that needs help. Come over to me, lean down and make believe that you're looking at my paper."

Vickie took two steps towards Doug and he yelled, "Stop!"

Both Vickie and Pam looked at him for an explanation.

"The skirt, it needs to be shorter. Pam fix her skirt."

Pam moved over to Vickie and twisted the waist of the skirt so that it rolled under itself, thus pulling up the hem even higher. 

Without prompting, Vickie moved toward Doug, leaned over and looked at his imaginary paper. 

Doug's eyes went quickly to Vickie's chest and his hand went to the back of her naked thigh. The teacher did not pull away as he caressed her leg and moaned softly at the site of her exposed cleavage.

"Now look at what you did, lady," said Doug.

It was then that Pam raced to the teacher's side and ushered her back to the dressing room. 

A surprised Vickie asked her what had just happened.

"Take these off, Miss Vickie. I'll wrap up a few things that I know you'll want. If not, just return them later. You can pay for them later, also. I trust you."

Vickie finished unbuttoning her blouse and questioned the teenage salesgirl again, "Pam, what happened?"

Without thinking, Vickie had taken off her blouse and pulled off the skirt. She stood before Pam not realizing that all she had on was a bra and panties when Pam said "It's Doug. I'm afraid that you turned him on. When he said, "Look at what you did lady", I knew that he had a....a... that his....Um, You know like he's sexually aroused and like he wants relief."

Vickie suddenly realized what happened and she said, "Pam, I'm so sorry."

"Oh, don't be Miss Vickie, really. I know what to do."

"But Pam, isn't he your best friend's boyfriend?" 

"Oh, Cindy won't mind. She'd rather that I take care of him than some stranger and I like it, but you have to leave right now. I'm going to close the store for a while and take care of Doug's.. ah, um, problem."

Pam moved closer to Vickie and gave her a small kiss on the lips and said "Thank you." 

She turned to leave but before Pam got to the door she turned and ogled her almost naked customer. 

"Miss Vickie, if you ever need anyone to take care of you, I'd be delighted."

Pam turned and left and Vickie wondered what she meant. What would Pam do? What would she expect Vickie to do? These thoughts raced trough her head as she dressed. Vickie had never considered being with another girl but Pam was pretty and gentle and she could still feel the young lips on hers. 

Vickie felt like she was going to explode sexually and made her way to the exit.

Pam locked the store entrance behind Vickie and gave her a wink as she went to the rear of the store, with Doug.

When Vickie arrived home, she tried on the clothes that Pam had given her to examine. Vickie tried them on and decided on the dress. It was a simple dress that fell about two inches above her knee. Shorter than the skirt but not so much as to be found improper by school authorities. The skirt was made of a silky material and hung loosely down from her waist. If she spun fast enough, the skirt would probably float to about waist high. "No spinning", Vickie thought. The top of the dress went over her shoulders and was cut square above her breasts. If Vickie leaned forward it would probably pull away and give someone an eyeful. "No leaning over," Vickie thought. The one thing she loved about the dress was that it buttoned up from the hem to the very top. She looked at herself in the mirror and asked herself, "How many buttons will SIX ask me to undo?"

Vickie laid the clothes out for tomorrow and went to her computer. She was surprised to find an e-mail.

Dear Vickie,

I hope you meant it when you told me to be creative. Well, I snuck into school over the weekend and installed something. I hope that you're not disappointed in me. Remember, it's not entirely my fault. I'm a high school boy and it's normal for me to think about sex. You could say that it's your fault for being so sexy. I know that you saw James looking up Veronica's skirt. She knew that he was looking at her but she likes boys looking at her. I know that you would like the same thing, Miss Roach. I know that you would like to sit there just like Veronica I'm not sure that I should tell you but I decided that I must. To see what I installed go to this ip address. I would never do anything to harm you. I can still taste you.

SIX

Instinctively, Vickie cupped her breast and she could still feel her students eager lips sucking her tit.

Vickie moved the mouse over the ip address and the pointer turned into the familiar hand, indicating on her Macintosh G5 that it was a live link. 

She clicked on the address with apprehension. It took a while to load and when it finished, Vickie couldn't tell what she was viewing.

It was dark, very dark but in the center of the screen it was a little lighter but not light enough for her to discover the true picture.

She moved the mouse over the image and it remained a hand. A right hand, index finger pointing as the thumb protruded outward. The remaining fingers wrapped under themselves. Tired from not being able to figure it out, she logged off and shut down. 

That night Vickie slipped naked under her covers. Her mind raced with today's events and with her fingers between the warmth of her legs she wondered what it would be truly like to have Pam take care of her.

The next day she went to her computer quickly and retried the ip address from SIX. The morning gave enough light but she still couldn't quite make out much. It looked like a tunnel or box with some sort with light at the end. She could also make out a solid looking object that slanted downward towards the middle. It almost looked like the leg of a chair but that didn't make any sense to Vickie so she dressed in the clothes she had set out. Vickie buttoned all the buttons and left a few minutes early, eager to see if the morning light would provide clues to what was in this mysterious ip address.

As Vickie walked from the office to her classroom, she got two compliments from her peers. It struck Vickie funny but that was the first time she ever got compliments and she walked quickly to her room.

She logged onto her new e-mail address at hotmail. SIX had suggested this might be safer than using the school's server.

She opened her e-mail and again clicked on the ip address that SIX provided. The image opened a little quicker due the faster service in school.

Vickie looked at the image on the screen. It was two legs. Two female legs, seated at a chair and visible from the waist down. It was Vickie's legs because she recognized her new dress. 

She jumped out of her chair and moved the chair aside. She put a few pieces of paper on the floor that allowed her to kneel without the worry of getting dirty and peered under the opening of her desk. 

Finally she spotted it. A tiny camera. It finally dawned on her what happened. SIX had installed a camera under her desk. She sat back down and looked at the image. She could see her legs peeking out from under her dress up to her mid thighs.

Vickie shook her head in wonder and remembered that she had invited SIX to be creative if he wanted to look up her skirt. Well, this is creative, she thought and decided to leave the camera alone.

She sat there for a few minutes and experimented. She watched her screen and moved her legs to various positions, just to see what it would look like. She knew that she would have to be careful because SIX had placed the camera in a very advantageous position. But then she just smiled as she realized that she wouldn't be careful. Lucky SIX.




Sixth Period Trig Pt. 03



Miss Roach couldn't wait for sixth period to begin but when it did, she decided to be at her desk, sitting as the class entered. She couldn't have the camera site on her screen for fear that other students would notice but she was hoping that while she took attendance SIX would log on.

The first e-mail was quick to arrive.

Dear Vickie,

Did you get my last e-mail?

SIX

Vickie opened the message and giggled to herself. He wasn't sure how she would accept his spy camera so she decide to make it clear.

Dear SIX,

I think what you meant to ask is, 'Do you mind that I installed a camera for the expressed purpose of looking up your teacher's dress?' Well, no, I don't mind. I actually find it quite exciting. I just hope that you like the view.

VICKIE

Vickie spread her legs a bit because she knew that he would be watching. It got her excited that he was watching.

A new message arrived.

Dear Vickie,

I hope that you don't teach today. I hope that you sit at your desk the whole period so that I can look at your legs. Are you wearing panties?

SIX

Dear SIX

That's for me to know and for you to find out. I hope the other students can't see this.

Vickie

A quick response followed.

Dear Vickie,

I can send this picture to every student's screen in this room, to the whole school in fact. Would you get excited if everyone could see? Remember, I would never do anything to hurt you.

SIX

Vickie didn't reply. She rose from her chair and started her lesson. Vickie had to fight the urge to speed teach. Part of her wanted to get back to her desk quickly, hike up her skirt like Veronica and tease SIX. As she walked around the room, the usual suspects were at work. Veronica's skirt was hiked high but Mary Ellen seemed to have crossed the line. She sat at her desk and was wearing a dark blue, button down blouse. What shocked Vickie was that every one of Mary Ellen's buttons were undone. 

If she sat straight up, you might not notice. If you looked at her from the front, you wouldn't notice but everyone to the side could notice.

Brian and José had noticed. The both sat on the same side of Mary Ellen and did nothing to hide the fact that they were looking at her. Vickie moved to the row behind the two boys, so they didn't notice their teacher watching them. Vickie looked at them but their attention was on Mary Ellen. When Mary Ellen leaned forward, the blouse opened completely and her entire breast was visible. The boys were treated to the side of her naked breast and Vickie could even see her nipple.

Vickie said nothing and headed back to her desk. She was upset at Mary Ellen's display. The normal teacher concern was not present, though. Vickie wasn't upset because ogling boys were sneaking peeks at an unsuspecting student. Vickie was upset because she knew Mary Ellen was exposing herself on purpose. Vickie was upset because more boys were looking at Mary Ellen's firm tits than hers. Vickie wondered if she should undo a few of her own buttons. She even wondered what would happen if she undid all of her buttons and let her dress fall open and expose herself but Vickie knew that she still had on a bra and couldn't compete with the well endowed Mary Ellen.

Vickie finisher her lesson and as usual she assigned the problem of the day. 

Mary Ellen did nothing to cover herself and at one point José even got her attention and made a hand gesture to her that suggested that she open her blouse even further. Mary Ellen obliged and even Vickie could see the girl's naked tits from the front of the room.

She ignored the e-mail from SIX and decide that she needed to talk to Mary Ellen. A few seconds before the bell sounded, Vickie announced that she would like to see Mary Ellen after class. A class groan ensued and one anonymous voice said, "why not, everyone else has."

The class left and Mary Ellen stayed behind at her desk.

"Come here please Mary Ellen," Vickie said in a soft, non threatening voice.

Mary Ellen, rose and approached her teacher until she stood to the right of the seated Vickie. She stood there with her hands on her hips and defiantly looked down at her teacher, not caring if her open blouse exposed her naked chest.

"Um, Mary Ellen, I don't know how I should say this but, did you realize that most of the boys could.. um.. ah..."

"See my tits?"

"Yes, exactly. Your blouse was completely open and anyone who looked, which was most of the boys, could see your nakedness."

Mary Ellen leaned over and placed one hand on the desk and one hand on the back of her teacher's chair. Her blouse opened up fully and both her breasts popped out.

"Miss Roach, you were my favorite teacher. Still are. I admire you and respect you but you've changed."

"How so" said a teacher who was having difficulty keeping her eyes away from Mary Ellen's tits.

"You're so much sexier, Miss Roach. You're beautiful. It use to be that the boys looked at me or Veronica, or a few of the other girls but not any more. They all look at you. I think most of the boys leave this class with hardons caused by you.

Vickie blushed and felt compassion for this girl who felt threatened.

"That's not all true, honey. The boys love to look at you. Who wouldn't'. You're beautiful. I know of two young men who will be dreaming of you and your absolutely beautiful breasts tonight."

Vickie could detect the slightest blush as her teacher's eyes went to her nakedness. 

"Thank you, Miss Roach. I'm so sorry, it's just that... it's because I like the boys to look at me .... and you're so beautiful and, and, I guess I got jealous. You should hear what the boys say about you."

Now Vickie's curiosity peaked and she said, "What...what do they say"

"Oh. Miss Roach, are you sure you want to hear?"

"Most definitely, my dear."

"First, Miss Roach, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I've never done anything like this before, although I thought about it. Maybe I should cover up."

Vickie looked up at this confused girl. Mary Ellen was an honor student and had applied to a few ivy league colleges. Vickie was sure that with her great grades and SAT scores she would most definitely be accepted to any school. But right now Mary Ellen looked vulnerable and confused and lost and oh so very sexy.

Mary Ellen's fingers went to the lowest button but her teacher stopped her. "Never mind that, honey, just tell me something first."

"Anything, Miss Roach."

"How did it feel?"

"How did it feel?" replied Mary Ellen, not quite understanding the question.

"Yes. How did it feel knowing that you were completely exposed, knowing the other students were looking at your naked breasts. How did it feel to be almost naked in a classroom full of students?"

Mary Ellen took a deep sigh and the words rushed from her. "It felt awesome. My whole body tingled with excitement. I wanted to yell out for everyone to look at me, look at my breasts, look at my tits. I wanted them to come to me, to hold my tits, to caress them, to suck them. I can't explain it, Miss Roach, but I felt so excited and I wanted to be just like you."

"Just like me? How?"

"The old Miss Roach would never act like you. It's like you're a different person, a sexy woman, a confident woman, a woman that knows what she wants, a woman that knows she's beautiful and wants everyone to see."

"That's not really true..."

"Oh, Miss Roach, I know you. I know that you wished you could do what I did. I know you. I know that you've been teasing your students for that last two months. I know deep down that you fantasize being naked in front of your class. I know."

Mary Ellen finally took her hands off the desk and chair and brought them to the top button of her teacher's dress. 

Vickie looked down as her student deftly undid the first button.

"Mary Ellen.." Vickie protested.

"Shush! You know you want me to." Mary Ellen's fingers were already at work on the second button. 

Vickie's mind raced. How could two of her students know her so well? Even Vickie couldn't understand where these desires originated. SIX had seen it in her and now Mary Ellen was undoing the third button. 

Vickie slid down in her chair a bit which made it easier for Mary Ellen's efforts. As if in a dream, Vickie watched her own hand raise from her side, up to Mary Ellen's naked breast and cupped it gently. She let a finger slide over the pointed nipple as Mary Ellen finished unbuttoning her teacher's dress and pulled the two sides apart. 

Vickie's hard body was exposed. Her chest swelled under her lacy bra as her student looked at her.

"You have a great body. How does it feel, Miss Roach?"

Vickie could only groan, a soft, pleasurable groan that signaled her satisfaction of not only being exposed but also satisfied in the power this young girl had over her.

Vickie sat up and moved her face toward Mary Ellen's nakedness. The teacher plowed her face between her student's breasts and then moved her face so that the soft, warm skin of Mary Ellen's tit moved over her face. 

Mary Ellen gently held her teacher's head to her chest as Vickie opened her mouth and for the first time, in a week of firsts, sucked the tit of a young woman, her student. 

Mary Ellen moaned softly and with a hushed whisper said, "Suck me. Miss Roach."

Vickie's head pulled away from Mary Ellen's tit which glistened from the kisses of her teacher and said, "Vickie."

"What?"

"Vickie. Call me Vickie. I let all students who let me suck their tit call me by my first name."

Mary Ellen pulled away surprised and asked, "And how many is that?"

Vickie kissed her tit before saying, "Let's see. Counting you, that's one." 

Mary Ellen giggled and added, "You're so sexy, Miss... Um.. Vickie." She pulled her teacher's head back to her naked chest.

Mary Ellen moved Vickie's head from breast to breast and allowed her teacher to suck her nipples and play her tongue round and round.

Mary Ellen finally pulled her teacher to her feet and gently dragged her to the front of her desk.

She pulled the dress completely open and met no protest as she found the clasp in the front of her teacher's bra and unsnapped it. She pulled the cups away from her and gasped as she saw Vickie's breasts, breasts puffed with passion. Her nipples seemed to have exploded like two kernel's of corn and Mary Ellen was soon sucking greedily at her nipples. 

The student pulled away and made her way back to her own desk. She sat, blouse open, breasts naked and said, "How does it feel, Miss Roach? How does it feel to be almost naked in front of a classroom full of students? You look so very, very beautiful." 

Vickie stood straight and walked around the near empty classroom and got the feel of what it would be like to have her chest exposed during an actual class. 

They made believe for about thirty minutes before both buttoned what needed to be buttoned. Mary Ellen and Vickie kissed softly. Mary Ellen said, "Thank you, Vickie. I've dreamed that I let some of my male teachers see me naked, I never dreamed doing in front of another woman. But I'm so glad I did. I can see why the boys would love to fuck you."

Vickie kissed her again and added, "You're so sexy and beautiful. I wish I had your beauty when I was your age. We need a truce."

"A truce? What for?" 

"Dressing sexy or should I say, undressing sexy. If we both do it on the same day, the boys might not be able to stand it. How about you have Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'll take Mondays and Wednesdays. But Mary Ellen, you can't completely expose yourself. That could cause a problem."

"Why?"

"Well, at least not in class" added Vickie. "After school, with your favorite math teacher is a different story. Okay?"

"Awesome. But what about Fridays?"

"Friday? Hmm.. Friday will be both our day. Let the boys suffer."

Mary Ellen left but not before they kissed deeply as the student fondled her teacher.

Vickie got home and couldn't believe that it was only Tuesday. She knew that she had to return to the store and pay Pam and what would she do about SIX and his spy camera. It was then that she wondered if SIX had viewed her little interlude with Mary Ellen. The idea did not trouble her, though, as she tried to imagine her secret male student pleasing himself.

After an evening meal, Vickie headed back to the store with the item she wished to return and the tags on the items she kept.

As usual, Pam was on duty and told Vickie that she trusted her and if she liked her new clothes.

Vickie told her she was more than pleased but was curious about Doug.

"Poor Doug was in such a state after seeing you that I knew that he needed a fix."

"A fix, like drugs?" gasped Vickie.

"No, I, we don't do drugs. Only idiots do drugs. Doug just needed a little pull."

"A little pull?"

"Boy, girl, get with the times. I gave Doug a hand job."

"Oh. I see. And that's okay with your friend. You giving her boyfriend a hand job?"

"I saw her last night and told her."

"She wasn't angry?"

"No. She thanked me. I hope she'd do the same for my boyfriend. Boys just need continuous satisfaction or they get so cranky."

Vickie shook her head in disbelief as Pam ran off and returned with another outfit.

"Wait a minute, girl. I can't afford all this stuff on a teacher's salary."

"No. NO. I don't want you to buy it. This is my outfit and Doug wanted to see who looked sexier in it."

"Pam. I can't be paraded around in some scant outfit for your teenage friend and besides he's not here."

"Oh, he's here. He just went next door for something and let's be honest here Miss Vickie. You want nothing more than to try on anything in front of Doug. Why, I bet I could drag in a bunch of strangers and you'd like nothing more that expose yourself to them. So, get in the dressing room and try this stuff on. Including the panties. And no bra."

Vickie was silent as she made her way to change. Now there was three people who seemed to have control over her.

In the privacy of the dressing room, Vickie stripped and pulled on the tiniest pair of panties she had ever seen. A small triangular patch covered her with a string that ran up the crack of her ass. She did not find it comfortable at all. The skirt was next and Vickie was appalled. This wasn't a skirt but rather seemed like a very wide belt. In the mirror, she could see her panties peeking out from under the skimpiest of skirts. She turned and arched her back to see that her ass cheeks were uncovered.

Next, she slipped on the top. It was a t-shirt of sorts. The bottom half was cut off with scissors. The top was not long enough to cover her breasts. The bottom of her breasts were visible from about an inch below the nipple on down.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Vickie felt like a common hooker and there was no way she would exit this room.

She stood there for many long minutes and decided that this was too much. She started to slip the half T-shirt over her head when she heard Doug say in a deep, demanding voice, "Get out her now, miss sexy teacher. I want to see you."

Vickie obeyed and Doug whistled when he saw the teacher in an outfit that did nothing to contain her body.

Doug was seated as before and told her to come to him. Vickie knew that from his seated vantage point he could see her panties. When he had her turn around his hand patted her naked ass and she let him, without protest.

"Fucking incredible. She is the sexiest woman I've ever seen. Next to you Pam. Next to Cindy, also." 

"Walk around my sexiness." 

Vickie did and actually twirled, causing her nonskirt to rise even more.

"Pretend that you're writing on the board, Miss."

Vickie turned and lifted her hand above her head, mimicking the action of writing on a chalkboard.

"But I can't see, Miss. Turn around and do it." He demanded.

Vickie turned and repeated her actions and she could feel the material of her half shirt rise above her nipples, providing the boy with a view of her breasts. Vickie stood like that for a long time until she heard, "Now look at what you did, lady".

Pam raced over and quickly ushered Doug to the back room and mouthed, "I'm sorry." 

Vickie could not believe it but she knew it was her voice and her words that caused Pam and Doug to stop. She knew that she had lost control when she heard herself plead, "Can I watch?"

Pam's eyes were wide ovals of wonder as Doug pushed her towards the back room. "Come on, teach. Time for you to learn something."

They ended up in a stock room. Pam and Doug stopped midway through the room as Vickie stood just inside the hanging curtain that acted as a door. 

Both teenagers stared intently at the scantily clad teacher. Doug stood tall as Pam quickly undid his belt buckle, zipper and pulled his pants down, followed by his boxer shorts. His cock bobbed in front of Pam and she surrounded it with her hand. Vickie stared in wonder as Pam pumped Doug's cock. She was fascinated as she watched Pam's hand move quickly over the hard cock.

Vickie's fingers found her way to her own sensitive nipple as she watched Pam stroke his cock and they watched the nearly naked teacher caress her own tit.

"Come over here, sexy teach. I want to show you something else." 

Vickie suddenly became afraid and she slowly backed out of the room, letting the curtains slowly drape in front of her. She knew that she had to leave but she also knew that she wanted to watch.

In the dressing room, she quickly changed and took two steps towards the back room. She could hear Doug's heavy breathing. She could hear the rhythmic motion of Pam's hand trying to satisfy Doug and was tempted to reenter the room. 

Doug then let out a loud groan and Vickie left after she heard him say, "Some day I'm going to fuck that teacher, some day. She'll be back, she can't help herself."

At home, Vickie took a long time deciding what to wear tomorrow. Wednesday was her day and she wanted to make the most of it.

In bed that night, Vickie couldn't believe what had happened to her over the past few days. As her fingers found that spot between her legs, she remember the soft kiss from Pam, Doug telling her what to wear, Mary Ellen exposing herself in the classroom, holding her student's tit, kissing her, watching Pam give Doug a hand job. She also remembered SIX and his camera. "What is happening to me?" she said out loud as she reached a climax. She closed her eyes and sleep came as she wondered what tomorrow would bring.



Sixth Period Trig Pt. 04



Vickie's eyes popped open well before her alarm clock was to sound. She quickly got up, showered and stood before her open closet trying to decide what to wear. Last night she was ready to go to school in her shortest skirt and in her sheerest blouse but the light of a new morning caused her to be apprehensive. Vickie peered into the closet and wondered what she could have possibly been thinking and reached for her modest, knee length skirt. She found a blouse that complemented the skirt and decided to wear a jacket. As she modeled the outfit, she thought she looked like a prim and proper lawyer.

Noting the time, she realized that she was very early and decided to check her e-mail. While waiting for her computer to power up, she sat at her desk and thought about SIX and his prying camera. Vickie spread her legs and tried to determine what it would feel like knowing that someone was watching her through a camera under her school desk.

Finally, she opened her mail and was disappointed that there was no messages from SIX. She was about to delete what looked like the normal amount spam when one of the messages caught her eye. It was addressed to Miss Roach with a intro line that stated 'Open before school'. Vickie opened the message and smiled when she read the simple message. DRESS SEXY. ME. The ME confused Vickie at first and then she realized that it from Mary Ellen. She closed the e-mail and sat there smiling. Never before had any of her students e-mailed her and now there were two, SIX and Mary Ellen and both seemed able to control her.

Vickie revisited the closet and took the hanger that held the other skirt that she purchased from Pam's store. She stripped off the modest skirt and looked at herself in the floor length mirror. This skirt stopped a good two inches above her knee. Vickie changed her blouse to one that wasn't as opaque as the first. She could see the outline of her black bra so she slipped on the sports jacket so she could at least hide her undergarments from the leering glances of her senior class. Next, she slipped into a pair of mid sized heels that gave her legs a lean, taut, sexy look, especially since the skirt allowed more of her legs to be visible. 

When Vickie left her house, she felt sexy and confident. Even the drive to school felt exciting. At a stop light, a truck slowly stopped beside her. The man in the passenger seat was staring down at her. Vickie wasn't sure what caused him to stare until she realized that her skirt had ridden up and her legs were exposed all the way up to her crotch. The feeling was overwhelming as she did nothing to cover herself and was disappointed when the light turned green.

All day at school, Vickie got complimented for her looks. This was a new experience for the former dowdy teacher who considered a baggy sweatshirt to be high fashion. She noticed the students turn and watch her as she walked by in the corridor. She was cognizant of the boys who let her walk past them on the stairs, knowing that they were peeking up her skirt as she ascended the stairs. She even noticed more than a few female students who eyed her and then gave her a knowing smile. 

The day was a whirlwind. Many students in her classes sat opened mouthed as they soaked in her new look. As much as Vickie enjoyed every second of her day, she was so excited when the fifth period ended and the students filed out. Within a few minutes, her sixth and last period class would be entering her room. Vickie buttoned her jacket and waited outside the door. She felt as if every student, teacher, administrator, aide, and custodian who walked by looked at her legs and she wanted so much to open her jacket and let the stare at her chest, her black, sexy bra. Vickie almost regretted wearing the bra. She stood outside her classroom door and wondered what would it be like if everyone who passed could see her naked chest.

The first of her students arrived. Elona, a rather tall, very slender, quiet girl, whose typical wardrobe consisted of a tight pair of jeans and an even tighter knit top, entered the class. Elona exuded athleticism with her fluid motions and for the first time she greeted her teacher. Vickie watched the young, eighteen year old girl walk to her seat and marveled at the way her perky chest was accentuated by the tightness of her top. A few more students entered the room and they all greeted their math teacher with cheery hellos and even one whistle. Veronica caught Vickie's eye and true to form this cute girl wore a short skirt and was chatting with her classroom admirer, James. Joey and José entered and bumped into a desk because they kept walking even though their heads were turned around to gawk at Miss Roach. Mary Ellen walked by, dressed very conservatively in jeans and a sweater, even though the sweater moved with her obviously untethered breasts. The students continued to enter and Vickie was about to close the door when she noticed Sarah. Sarah was the quietest student she had ever observed. Vickie wondered why the girl kept to herself and shunned the attention of others. Vickie had to chuckle to herself when she thought about how she should try to get Sarah to come out of her shell. It was just a few short months ago when people made the same statement about the her. With all of her students present, Vickie closed the classroom door and smiled, wondering what this day would bring.

Miss Roach, sat at her desk and took attendance. She looked down and was amazed at how high her skirt rose by the simple act of sitting. She kept her knees pressed together knowing that SIX was monitoring her on camera. He'd have enough leg to view without her purposely giving him a better view.

Vickie's lesson went well, with few questions. At one point, she decided to walk up and down the aisles as she used her new laser pointer to identify the concepts that she had written on the board. She stopped in the row with Mary Ellen on one side and Joey on the other and continued to instruct. Her lesson finished, she gave the assignment and continued to stand at that spot and observed the students as they busied themselves with the problem of the day.

Vickie felt so different, standing there. She felt sexy, she felt a surge flow through her body as she realized that most students were staring at her legs instead of the target of the laser pointer and she felt Mary Ellen's hand on the back of her thigh. 

Vickie turned towards the girl and Mary Ellen asked for help. Vickie bent over at her waist and peered at her student's computer screen.

Mary Ellen typed a message on her screen.

"Are you wearing panties?"

"Of course" replied Vickie, knowing her students would never imagine what question she was answering.

"Too bad."

"Why?" asked Vickie.

"Joey's going to break his neck trying to look up your skirt. "I'm sure that he can see your pretty panties."

Vickie continued to lean over and look at Mary Ellen's screen and she liked the idea of giving Joey a good look.

The next message startled her.

"Take off you panties."

Mary Ellen looked up to catch her beautiful teacher's reaction and was disappointed when Miss Roach shook her head, no.

Mary Ellen type another message.

"Do it. You know you want to."

Vickie stared at her screen.

Mary Ellen added, "Go into your back room and take off your panties, Vickie. Now! Then come back to me and give them to me."

Vickie straightened and headed back to her desk, where she defied her student's demand and sat down.

The teacher opened her e-mail and there was a message from SIX. Vickie was relieved to diverted from Mary Ellen's demands and opened the message.

Dear Vickie,

You look incredibly sexy. I bet every boy in school wants you. I want you to take off your jacket and place it over the back of your chair. 

SIX

Vickie smiled and stood behind her chair. It seemed as if every student was looking at her as she slowly slid one arm out of her jacket. Vickie felt like she was performing a slow strip tease in front of her class as she made sure that she thrust out her chest as she slithered her other arm out of the jacket. The young teacher couldn't believe how sexy she felt and wondered what it would be like to just keep going. She continued to stand behind her chair, even after she placed her jacket on the chair back. The whole class seemed mesmerized at her actions and it appeared that they could read her mind. She sat before she lost control.

Looking back to her e-mail, she noticed another message.

Dear Vickie,

I know what you were thinking, my naughty teacher. You thought about taking off all of your clothes. Next, I want you to go into your back room and take off your panties. You know you want to.

SIX

Vickie was shocked and wondered if SIX and Mary Ellen knew each other. They both demanded the same thing. It was too big of a coincidence. She was determined to find out but first she knew that she would obey and got up from her chair and went to her back room. 

Once inside the confines of her back room, Vickie quickly hoisted up her skirt and slithered her panties down her curvy legs. As upset as she was that two students were controlling her, she smoothed down her skirt and realized that she did enjoy the feeling of reentering her classroom not only without panties but also in the shortest skirt she had ever worn. Vickie balled the panties into her fist and felt excited as she left the room.

Mary Ellen's hand was quickly in the air. "I need help, Miss Roach."

Vickie made her way back to Mary Ellen's desk. She was suddenly aware that bending over might provide Joey and everyone behind her with a view that she was not willing to give them, so she sort of stooped to talk to Mary Ellen.

Mary Ellen held out her hand under her desk and Miss Roach placed her panties in Mary Ellen's hand.

"Thank You, Miss Roach." said a smiling Mary Ellen. 

"You're welcome" replied Vickie as she made her way back to her desk.

There was another e-mail from SIX.

Dear Vickie,

I love your black bra. I love your breasts. Did you take off your panties?"

SIX

Vickie had just moved the stapler into position that signaled SIX that she had complied with his request when the bell rang, ending class.

Mary Ellen lingered and made her way to her teacher's desk. When the last student left the class, Mary Ellen moved behind her teacher's desk and swiveled Vickie's chair so that she was facing her. Mary Ellen looked down and gawked at her teacher's naked legs peeking out from under the short skirt.

"How did it feel not having these?" asked Mary Ellen as she pressed her teacher's panties to her face. 

Vickie said nothing.

"I'm surprised the whole room couldn't smell you." she said as Mary Ellen again pressed the panties to her nose.

"May I have my panties back?" asked Vickie.

"Of course." answered Mary Ellen but she did not extend her hand to her teacher to return the undergarments.

"Well?", smiled Vickie.

"Stand up, my precious math teacher and allow me."

Vickie stood and Mary Ellen stooped down and held out the panties, indicating to her teacher that she should raise one foot.

Vickie complied and Mary Ellen slipped the panties over the extended foot and then the next. With both of Vickie's feet firmly planted on the floor, Mary Ellen, slowly raised the panties higher and higher as her teacher wiggled into them. When Mary Ellen reached the bottom of the skirt, she looked up at her teacher and said "I need a little help, here."

Vickie smiled and grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it slightly.

"Like, higher, duh."

Vickie obeyed and she could feel Mary Ellen looking at her nakedness as she pulled up the panties. 

"Mmmm.. Some day you should invite me over and I'd love to dress you, my sexy teacher."

Vickie readjusted her skirt and looked sternly at Mary Ellen.

"I have to ask you something and I want the truth."

Mary Ellen could sense the sudden change in Vickie and asked what was the matter.

"Just tell me the truth, that's all." demanded Vickie.

"I'd never lie to you, Miss Roach, never."

Miss Roach stared directly into her student's eyes and asked "Do you know SIX?"

"Huh?"

"Do you know SIX?"

"The number Six?"

"No. the person named SIX. Do you know him?"

"Him? SIX? Never heard of him. why?"

"Never mind."

"Forget never mind. Tell me. Who is Six and why should I know him?" demanded Mary Ellen.

Vickie stayed quiet.

Mary Ellen got very forceful and repeated in a very stern voice," Tell me."

Vickie swiveled her chair back to face her desk and put her elbows on the surface and her face in her hands as she stared blankly ahead.

Mary Ellen got a chair and pulled it so that she sat beside her teacher. She was suddenly very concerned.

Mary Ellen stroked the teacher's hair and in a soothing voice pleaded with her teacher to tell her. At one point she turned Vickie back so they faced each other again. Mary Ellen leaned forward and softly pressed her lips to her teacher's lips and uttered softly, "Please. Please tell me."

The words came as if in a torrent. Vickie told her student everything. She told her about the e-mails, the watching from the window, the blindfold, the new teaching method, the camera under the desk.

"What camera?"

Vickie opened the web site that displayed the camera image and turned so that her legs went into the well of the desk. Soon, both the teacher and the student were looking at the sexy legs poking from under the short skirt.

Vickie felt ashamed and said to Mary Ellen, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry? Why be sorry? This is awesome. This is so, so sexy, but, but.." and Mary Ellen seemed as if she wanted to ask so many questions at once that all she could say was, "but.. but."

Finally,"Why did you suspect that I knew about SIX?"

She told her about the e-mail telling her to take off her panties.

"Great minds think alike." smiled Mary Ellen.

"Do you suspect anyone?"

"No."

"Do you want to know?"

"I'm not sure." replied a confused teacher.

"Look. Tomorrow's my day." said an excited student. "this is so fucking awesome."

"Mary Ellen!" retorted Vickie, "Watch your language."

"Sorry, teach." she quickly said and moved towards Vickie and kissed her deeply.

See ya tomorrow." said Mary Ellen and she bounded out the door.

Vickie stood in her empty classroom and she could still feel the sexual tension in the room. She walked up and down the aisles, trying to determine who is SIX and wondering how her students perceived her. She made her way back to her desk and sat down. After accessing the camera web site. She watched her own legs as she sat. She crossed and uncrossed her legs to see what was revealed by the camera. At one point she spread her legs wide and she could detect her dainty panties in the images provided by the camera. Vickie managed to wiggle her skirt so the hem was at her waist and she just stared at the scene on her computer.

Unable to control her excitement, she slid a hand down and caressed her own thigh, imagining that it was SIX who was doing it to her. She watched her fingers slide over the front of her panties and wondered if she were ready to let SIX do this to her. She actually got a finger under the band of her panties when she noticed that she had e-mail. This caused her to sit straight up as she looked in her in box. There were two messages. She opened the one from SIX first.

Dear Vickie,

You have morphed into much more than I expected. You are incredible. You are so sexy and beautiful. Today, I actually thought about what it would be like if I had you strip naked in class. I know that's not possible but watching you caress yourself under your desk is close. I can't wait for Friday night.

SIX

Vickie suddenly realized that SIX was watching her every move. He had seen her touch herself and she instinctively closed her legs.

She opened the second e-mail.

Yo Teach,

I knew I shouldn't have put those panties back on you. Nice view. Make sure I get to sit at your desk tomorrow.

ME

Both of her students were watching and suddenly she got worried that it might be even more. The worry was not strong enough to pry the young teacher out her chair as she opened her grade book to scan the students names, looking for some clue as to the identity of SIX.

She let her legs part slightly as she studied some of the names. She didn't think it was Joey or José. She knew it wasn't Veronica or Sarah. She didn't think it was James who spent most of class looking up Veronica's skirt. Joann spent the whole day touching her own breasts. She dismissed Billy and Dave quickly. She knew it was a male student but some of the females were acting a little strange, lately. Elona, who until yesterday had never spoken a word to her seemed to be evolving on her own. Then there was Jenn. She could picture her sitting at her desk. Her long black hair outlining her pretty face and complimenting her gray eyes. Jenn didn't appear to be affected by the classroom antics of the past few months and actually appeared to be the most sophisticated and the most mature for her age. But Vickie remembered being in a teacher's room conversation with another math teacher, Mr. B. Vickie remembered Mr. B's disappointment when he looked at the student rosters for his classes and found that Jenn was not one of his students. The way he carried on, Jenn this and Jenn that. Vickie wondered if he had secret feelings for the student, especially since she remembered that it was about a week ago that he saw Jenn sitting on the edge of Mr. B's desk after school.

Vickie sat at her desk and thought about many of her students and lost track of time. It was an e-mail that got her attention.

Yo Teach,

Take off the panties.

ME

Vickie smiled, logged off and went home. 



Sixth Period Trig Pt. 05



It was Thursday evening and Vickie added something to her normal regiment. She did school work first, correcting papers, planning classes and then went through a rigorous workout. She finished drying off her tight body after a hot shower and slipped into a robe. Vickie next went to her closet and prepared her wardrobe for the following day. Normally, she wouldn't prepare her clothes the night before. She would just hastily dress herself in the morning and head off to school. But now, everything was different. SIX wanted her to dress sexy. Mary Ellen wanted her to dress with as little as possible but more important, Vickie wanted her students to notice her body.

She stood in front of the open door and gazed at her growing collection of clothes and thought about the previous few days. Tomorrow would prove to have limitations, since, by agreement, it was Mary Ellen's turn to be the most provocative. Vickie decided on a pair of brown slacks. Since these were new and Pam had suggested them, Vickie figured that she would be wise to try them on first. With her slacks on, Vickie stared at her image in the floor length mirror. The slacks were very tight in the rear and accentuated the round, firmness of her ass. As she turned to get a better look, she knew that a few months ago, she would never dream of wearing such a form fitting pair of slacks, never mind wearing them to school. But she liked the way they looked and she thought Mart Ellen would like them. She knew that SIX would be disappointed because he wouldn't be able to spy up her skirt with his under the desk camera.

Next, she picked out a cotton sweater that buttoned up the front. It also was tight, not enough to make her look like a street walker but tight for a teacher. She knew there was a danger in wearing something that buttoned up the front because SIX might demand that she undo a button or two or more. She also knew that she would probably comply. 

Clothes laid out, she went to bed early in the hopes that tomorrow would arrive quicker.

THURSDAY MORNING

Vickie again woke before the alarm and quickly showered. She dressed in her planned attire with the only doubt in whether she should wear a bra or not. She tried on her sweater without the bra and modeled in front of the mirror. Vickie decided that if she kept perfectly still, it would be okay without a bra but the slightest bit of walking would cause her breasts to sway noticeably. She decided to wear it.

She sat at her computer and logged onto her e-mail site. There was one message from Mary Ellen. 

Dear Teach,

Don't wear the bra.

ME

Vickie was shocked. How could this girl possibly know what was going on in her mind. Seeing no more messages, she logged off and powered down. 

Vickie threw on her coat and headed out the door. She made it as far as her car when she turned around and ran back into the house. She shrugged off the coat and sweater and unhooked her bra. She stuffed the bra into her coat pocket just in case she changed her mind and put the sweater back on. 

This time she made it to the car and uttered "Mary Ellen" under her breath. She wasn't angry with the girl just bewildered at the power that she held over her.

AT SCHOOL

It was only first period and Vickie seriously doubted her judgment in not wearing a bra. On her way to her classroom, she had to walk up a flight of stairs and she never walked so slow in her life. A normal walk made her chest move in such a way that a poor student who passed her going down the stairs fell as he bumped into the girl in front of him. Vickie turned to ask if he was okay and he just stared at her chest. The girl he bumped into wasn't as quiet. "If you kept your eyes off the teacher's boobs, that wouldn't have happened." The boy's face turned red and a few of the other student on the stairs snickered. The girl then looked right at Vickie and said "It's okay. Miss. I think you're beautiful. Boys are such pigs." With that remark, Vickie smiled at the girl and everyone made their way to their destination but Vickie walked a little slower. She smiled to herself, knowing that her breasts could cause such a commotion. 

During all of her classes, the students were quiet and respectful. Vickie kept her sweater buttoned to the top but she couldn't help herself in walking around the room, knowing that every student was staring at her chest.

Sixth period finally came and Vickie positioned herself in the doorway, pressed up against the door jamb. This caused somewhat of a traffic jam but Vickie wanted to be close to her students and she actually thought about what it would be like if she was stark naked, in the doorway as her students entered. When a group of about five or six students entered the room about the same time, Vickie felt a hand slide over her upper thigh and against her crotch. There was no way to determine whose hand it was or if it was done on purpose. It didn't matter to Vickie, she enjoyed the attention.

Vickie waited a while at the door. Mary Ellen was not present and she couldn't believe that she would miss this opportunity to expose her ample body, especially since she e-mailed her this morning. 

Veronica entered with James glued to her side. It didn't seem possible but her skirt seemed even shorter and she sat with total indifference as to how little her skirt covered. James took the lull time before class to slightly turn his desk and chat with Veronica. It did not escape Vickie's attention that James's hand was on his classmates bare thigh. As he gently caressed her thigh he turned and glanced up at his teacher. Noticing that Miss Roach was looking directly at his hand, he did not remove it but actually moved it higher on Veronica's thigh as he smiled defiantly at his teacher. Vickie's eyes went from James's face to his hand but she said nothing.

Elona walked in and cheerfully greeted her teacher. For the first time, Elona wore a skirt, a very short skirt but was she modestly covered with a pair of shorts underneath.

Jenn smiled at Vickie from a few feet away as she made her way to class. She had her long black hair tied with a ribbon so that it cascaded down her back. She quickly glanced at her teacher's chest and then said "Good day, Miss Roach. You look very nice today." Vickie returned the greeting. Still no Mary Ellen.

Vickie decided it was time to take attendance, so she sat at her desk and began checking off names. She realized that it was remarkable how much better her classroom attendance was since she began dressing more sexy and snickered to herself that maybe she could give the staff some inservice training on how to get better response from the students. 

She was about to start when she decided that she would check her e-mail first. One message and it was from SIX.

Dear Vickie,

What no skirt? I'm disappointed but you still look ravishing. Undo at least one button on that pretty sweater and if you really want to tease me then go for two.

SIX

Vickie used her computer monitor as a shield from her student's eyes as she deftly undid two buttons. This allowed the slightest amount of cleavage to become visible. She seemed pleased with the view that she provided, as long as she didn't lean over.

Vickie had just stood to begin her lesson when the door flew open and Mary Ellen rushed inside. Out of breath, the girl apologized for being late. Since Mary Ellen was never late, Vickie just told her to take her seat so that she could begin. 

Vickie was amazed by what she wore. Here she was expecting a scantily dressed Mary Ellen only to have her wearing a long knit wrap or sweater that draped well below her knees. 

Mary Ellen made her way to her desk and set down her books. She then raised her hand.

"Yes, Mary Ellen." said Vickie.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Roach. But I had no time to go to my locker. Could I please hang my sweater up in your closet?"

"Oh, okay. But please hurry. I'd like to start my lesson."

Vickie turned to her board and began putting up a few problems as she waited for Mary Ellen. 

As Vickie was just about finished, the classroom was suddenly filled with a collection of groans, wows, whistles and gasps. Vickie turned and her eyes fell upon Mary Ellen and her attire for the day.

She had on black shoes, white, knee highs that stopped three inches above her knee, a tiny plaid, pleated skirt that fell a few inches above her knee highs, a white, buttoned, blouse that was tied in knot so that it revealed most of her flat stomach and a loosely knotted, black tie that hung between her ample breasts. 

"Mary Ellen!" 

She turned to face her teacher, chewing seductively on a pencil as she thrust her breasts out and said "Yes, Miss Roach?" Her voice was sweet and innocent and in total wonder as to why her teacher would say her name so loudly.

Vickie knew that she was at another crossroad. She knew that she should immediately send Mary Ellen to the office for being improperly dressed in school. She knew that she should send a message to the rest of her class and act upon this impropriety. But she did neither.

"Turn around, Mary Ellen."

The young girl twirled in place and her skirt floated high as the whole class got a glimpse of her panties.

"Will anyone in class be distracted if Mary Ellen stays?" asked Vickie.

Both Vickie and Mary Ellen waited for a dissenting voice. The tension was broken when Joey said out loud, "I think you should make her take that outfit off."

The whole class laughed and Mary Ellen drew every eye in the room as she went to her desk and demurely sat down.

Somehow, Vickie was able to teach her lesson despite the craning necks trying to catch a glimpse of Mary Ellen. Vickie gave the problem of the day and went to her desk. 

Mary Ellen's hand shot up into the air.

"Yes"

"Miss Roach, I was just about to start my problem of the day when my computer froze and I can't seem to get it to reboot. Can you help me?"

"Of course."

Vickie went to Mary Ellen's desk and quickly noticed a hand written message. TELL ME TO USE YOUR COMPUTER.

"Well, Mary Ellen, I don't know what's wrong with your machine. I'll have to send it to maintenance. Why don't you use my computer to finish up."

"Thank You, Miss Roach." replied Mary Ellen and she made her way to the teachers desk as did every eye in the room.

Mary Ellen plopped down in the teacher's chair and Vickie knew that SIX, whoever he was, was getting the look that any teenage boy dreamed.

Miss Roach walked around the class and again was beckoned by Mary Ellen.

"Yes, Mary Ellen. Now what?"

"Could you look at this, please. You must have it password protected or something."

Vickie knew that she should have her computer password protected but never bothered so she didn't have a clue as to why Mary Ellen was calling her. Standing behind her at the desk, the teacher's computer screen was filled with the sight of Mary Ellen from the waist down. Her skirt high on her waist gave a clear view of her dainty panties. 

Vickie looked down at the desk because Mary Ellen was pointing to another scribbled message. DON'T WALK AROUND THE ROOM. SIX WILL BE AFRAID TO LOG ON TO THE CAMERA.

Now Vickie understood but she was uncertain as to what to do when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." she said.

A male student entered and handed Miss Roach a note.

Vickie took the note and walked around to the other side of her desk before she opened the note, knowing the boy would have a great view of Mary Ellen's legs and some of her cleavage as she bent down to read the note.

It was from Mr. B. 

If it's no trouble, could I please see Jenn. She needs to finish something.

Vickie could see Jenn as she was bent down and it seemed curious that the girl checked her watch.

"Jenn, Mr. B wants to see you."

Jenn got up quietly and approached Miss Roach. Vickie handed her the note and Jenn thanked her as she and the boy messenger left the room.

When the door closed, Vickie told the class that she needed to leave for a minute. She knew the class would be well behaved. She only hoped that they all had their clothes on when she returned.

Vickie quietly closed the door behind her just as she saw Jenn enter Mr. B's room. Vickie knew she wrong but she couldn't help herself as she wanted to discover what was going on between Mr. B and Jenn.

The corridor was empty as she walked quietly up towards Mr. B's room. His door had a small rectangular window and Vickie could see Jenn and Mr. B talking as they both stood near his desk. Vickie glanced away to make sure the corridor was still empty and looked back in tome to see Mr. B gently lift Jenn's chin. She raised on her tiptoes as his lips met hers in a passionate embrace. Vickie was enthralled as she watched. Mr. B raised his hand and placed it on Jenn's pert breast. Vickie thought that Jenn was protesting when she covered his offending hand with hers but she managed to pull her blouse out of her pants and away from her body, then guided his hand underneath her top. She then covered his hand through her blouse as he gently played with her breast all the while his lips never left hers. Jenn then whispered something into Mr. B's ear and they moved out of the view provided by the narrow window in the door.

Vickie made her way back to her room with about five minutes left in the period. Before she opened her door, she peeked in her own narrow window. Mary Ellen had the two head turners at her desk, Joey and José. They pretended to be helping when all they were doing was gawking. Mary Ellen didn't seem to mind. James had made progress with Veronica. He had a finger under her panties and she did nothing to stop him from touching her nakedness.

Vickie opened the door slightly and turned away from her room pretending that she was talking to someone when if fact all she wanted to do was afford everyone time to collect themselves. She entered the room that seemed undisturbed from the moment she left.

The bell rang ending sixth period trig and the students made their way out the door. In early September, the bell always brought a rush as the students raced to be the first out but now the lingered, almost hesitant to leave. Mary Ellen quickly went to the closet and covered her sexy outfit with her long sweater thing and explained to her teacher that she had to leave quickly. 

It was a good ten minutes after school when Jenn reappeared at the door. 

"I'm sorry, miss. I left a book on my desk."

Vickie nodded and waved the girl in to get her book, noticing that Jenn's blouse was pulled out of her jeans.

The girl tried not to look at her teacher and she went to retrieve her book and started to leave the room when Vickie called her, "Come here, Jenn, please."

Jenn came to the teacher's desk and stood in front of Vickie, "Yes ma'am."

"Let me help you, you're all undone." and Vickie started to tuck the blouse back into it's proper place. 

"Wait, please, miss", said Jenn.

Jenn undid her belt and slid down her zipper and then started to tuck her blouse back in properly. As she was doing this she looked directly into Vickie's eyes and said, "You're very sweet, miss. I saw you at Mr. B's door."

Vickie started to protest, "I.."

Jenn put a finger to her teacher's lips. "Shhh, don't blame Mr. B, miss. It's not his fault. It's mine. See, he told me that it was not proper but I kept on insisting, I kept teasing, I kept pushing until the poor man had no choice. Kind of like what you're doing in class, Ma'am."

"But, I.."

"Shh.. It's okay miss. I like it and Mr. B likes it, you like what you're doing and the class likes it. It's okay." she said then turned and left.

THURSDAY EVENING

Vickie again corrected papers, planned her class, exercised, showered and then stood in front of her closet pondering her next day's attire. She decided on a rather demure dress. It had a somewhat low, square cut top that provided a view of a little cleavage and fell to a modest two inches above her knees. She knew her definition of modest had changed in the last few months. This would have been rated as too sexy a while ago but now she thought of it as modest.

She scanned her computer for e-mails and was delighted to find one from SIX

Dear Vickie,

What a pleasant surprise having Mary Ellen sitting at your desk. While she is lovely and great to look at, she doesn't compare to you. I can't wait for Friday night.

SIX

She replied,

Dear SIX,

Thank you SIX, you are so kind. Tomorrow evening it's your turn to teach me. I think you'll enjoy being the teacher. I know I'll enjoy being the student.

Vickie

She went to bed that night knowing that Friday evening she would further evolve.

FRIDAY MORNING

Vickie dressed and liked the way she looked. She checked her e-mail and found her usual morning note from Mary Ellen. 

Yo Teach,

Let's drive them crazy. I betcha Elona finally wears a skirt without those ridiculous shorts. She has potential.

ME

As Vickie made her way to school she thought that nothing seemed to get past Mary Ellen.

The day was agony for Vickie. Nothing went wrong it just seemed a long, long time, until sixth period, any ways.

Vickie waited in the doorway, just like she did yesterday and was surprised to see Jenn walking quickly towards the classroom. Jenn wore a skirt and pretty blouse and greeted Vickie with a friendly, "Gooday ma'am"

"Gooday back at ya" replied Vickie.

"I need a huge favor, miss. I need to see Mr. B this period."

"But Jenn.."

"Today, I'm going to throw the entire Jenn package at him. Think he could refuse?"

Vickie looked at the sexily dressed school girl and said, "How could he possibly refuse. Go get him, Jenn but be careful."

"You're the best. miss", she said and off she ran.

The class started to enter. Mary Ellen won her bet. Elona wore a skirt, knee length and her usual tight sweater emphasizing her pert breasts. Mary Ellen was earlier this time and wore a tight, short black skirt with boots that rose to just below her knees. She also wore a tank top that wasn't quite long enough to reach the top of her skirt. Mary Ellen wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples poked at the soft material of her top as if wanting to seek attention. 

Class went as usual, except for the fact that Mary Ellen asked to be excused with ten minutes left in the period. Vickie handed her a note excusing her and thought nothing of this action. 

Vickie got an e-mail from SIX that simply said her couldn't wait. Vickie responded and told he to be at her window at eight o'clock.

She sent the message and within two minutes, the fire alarms were blaring. As is protocol in this type of situation, the power to computer labs was shut down. Students were told to immediately close up their laptops, leave them on their desks, and exit the building. Since it was late in the day, the students were told to go home and not to reenter the classrooms. They went to their lockers and went home. The faculty was also directed to leave.

FRIDAY EVENING

Vickie was extremely nervous. It was fifteen minutes before eight and she knew that SIX would be at her window, if he wasn't there already. She had a very difficult time deciding on what to wear so she went with daring. She remembered the reaction she got from Doug at the mall store where Pam worked. She took a t-shirt and cut off the bottom portion so that when she put it on it barely covered her breasts. She then put on her shortest skirt, the one Pam told her to save for a special occasion. She decided to wear panties and waited. She stood in her room, blindfolded. The key had been placed on the window sill and she waited.

SIX made some noise trying to get the key into the lock and the door opened with a squeak. He closed it gently and she could hear his steps as he entered the room.

"WOW! Look at you."




Sixth Period Trig Pt. 05



"You Like?"

"Very much so."

"Does my little skirt meet your approval?"

"Yes, teach. it sure does."

"Is my top okay?"

"Perfect." he said and walked up beside her.

"Guess what, Miss Vickie."

"What."

"That was three questions and I gave three answers. Do you know what that means?"

"Of course I do." and she lifted the material of cut off t-shirt so that her breast was available to SIX.

He wasted not a second as he lowered his mouth and sucked on her soft, puffy nipples. Vickie moved a hand behind his head and gently held the boy's sucking mouth to her tit.

"I have another over here." she teased as she held up the material that previously covered her other breast. SIX's mouth pounced on the new treat exposed to him and he let his tongue make furious laps around her nipple as he felt his teacher pulling at his belt and fumbling with his zipper.

"Why don't you take those off.", Vickie said in a soft, throaty voice.

SIX tried to slide his jeans and shorts down without releasing his teacher's tender tit from his mouth.

Vickie pulled his head back and said in a whisper, "Come on, SIX. My breasts aren't going anywhere. Take off these pants and teach me how to give you a hand job."

"You mean, you don't know how? You never?"

"She giggled and said, "You're my first, so teach me right."

She led him over to her long sofa and had him lie down on his back. She knelt on floor beside him and started to caress his legs starting at just above his knees.

Vickie was agonizingly slow and although she couldn't see, Six was rock hard.

"Higher, higher", he groaned.

"I may be inexperienced, SIX but I do know where it is.", she giggled.

Her hand went higher until it glided over his balls and she traced his erection with a finger, then two.

"Wrap your hand around it.". he pleaded.

Vickie held her very first man in her hands and whispered." You have a wonderful penis."

"Cock. It's a cock. Don't ever call it a penis." protested SIX.

Vickie giggled and said, "I'm sorry. You have a wonderful cock."

"And don't use wonderful to describe a cock."

Vickie's long, thin fingers held her student's cock and she wasn't quite sure what to do until he told her to move her hand up and down.

She did so but SIX was not quite pleased with the way she gripped him, so he regripped her hand around his cock.

"Cock". whispered Vickie and she suddenly let go. waited a few long seconds and regripped him.

"How's that?", she asked.

"Great."

Again, she let go, only to regrip him in a few seconds.

"What are you doing?" he protested.

"Practicing.". she explained. "You never know when you might want me to do this again. I mean, we might be in the middle of a test and my poor, horny SIX might want a hand job. You'd want me to know what I'm doing, wouldn't you?"

Vickie was getting into a good rhythm as she stroked him. The room was quiet except for the slight rubbing noise as she stroked him.

Rub, rub.

"SIX"

"Yea", he groaned.

Rub, rub.

"We've got a problem."

Rub, rub.

"No, Everything is perfect."

Rub, rub.

Vickie let her other hand glide over his chest after she had pulled up on his shirt.

Rub, rub.

SIX was breathing heavy.

"How are I doing, SIX?"

Rub, rub.

UH.." was all he could muster.

Rub, rub.

"About the problem.", continued Vickie.

Finally SIX said, "What problem?"

Rub, rub.

"Well, Six. I'm an educated woman. I have a master's degree. I'm well informed in my subject area. Would you agree?"

She continued to stroke him. Rub, rub.

"UH,,"

"Well. Mister SIX. This does not represent six.", and she gave his cock a squeeze.

Rub, rub.

"This is more like eight. So, I can not properly call you six when this is an eight."

Rub, rub.

SIX groaned and uttered, "I'm going to cum."

Rub, rub.

"What do you want me to do."

"Just keep doing what you're doing and then squeeze."

Rub, rub.

Six arched his back and groaned as he released the first orgasm coaxed by his teacher. She held him firmly as she whispered, "Is that nice?"

"Yea."

Sperm erupted from him and covered his teacher's hand, his cock and his stomach.

Feeling his orgasm abating, Vickie purred, "How did I do?"

"Awesome."

"Really?"

"Straight A+, awesome."

Vickie let a finger slide around the sperm covered head of his cock as she said, "That's too bad."

"Ah, why?"

"Well, If I get the highest mark on my first try, then there's no need of further practice."

Now it was SIX who laughed.

"I meant awesome for the first try, but you need lots of improvement."

"Oh goodie", she giggled. I think that I'm going to enjoy practicing.

They stayed there. Vickie slid up higher and offered SIX her breasts. He softly licked the nipples and let a hand move down to her legs. He reached between her legs and cupped her crotch. 

"Not now, SIX, I'm not ready, okay."

He respectfully released her and continued to mouth her breasts as Vickie made swirls with her finger in the slick sperm left on his stomach. She decide that she liked the feel of the slippery substance.

SIX fell asleep and Vickie got up and dressed. She was tempted to pull off her blindfold and discover who her student lover was, but she didn't.

She went back to the room and gently shook Six awake.

"Time to go, SIX."

He opened his eyes and gazed at his beautiful teacher and said "Thank you."

"No, I should thank you. If it weren't for you I'd never know how much I enjoyed that. Ready to teach me more?"

"Most certainly."

She leaned over to where she thought his mouth was, found it and kissed him goodnight.

"Leave when you're ready. I'm going to bed and dream."



Sixth Period Trig Pt. 06



SATURDAY

Vickie laid under her covers late Saturday morning. She relived the night before as her hand moved over her naked body. She knew the dangers involved in her actions but the lure of the excitement, the danger, the sex, the new found urges were overwhelming and she couldn't find nor wanted to find the strength to fight it. She lounged in bed until late morning and then did some school work.

Later that afternoon, she logged on and saw an e-mail from SIX.

Dear Vickie,

Thank You. I've got some HARD homework for you.

SIX, AKA EIGHT

Vickie smiled and closed that message and a new message appeared in her in box, from Mary Ellen.

Yo Teach,

Hope ur not busy 2night. If so, cancel. Secret mission. I know where you live. Leave key out, like u did for 6. CU at 7. 

ME

Vickie was both intrigued and bewildered. It was easy enough for Mary Ellen to find out where she lived but what was this secret mission? And why was her e-mail so cryptic? Vickie smiled to herself as she realized that this would not be a usual Saturday night.

SATURDAY EVENING

Vickie heard the key slip into the door at a few minutes before 7:00. She had turned off all but one small lamp in the corner of the room as she sat and waited on the sofa near the window. The door opened slowly and Mary Ellen stepped into to room without seeing her teacher. The student was wearing black sneakers, black, double knit leggings that held every curve of the girl's body, a black sweatshirt that zipped up the front and a black knit cap that was pulled down so that she could stuff her hair under it. Vickie sat and took inventory of the girl's attire before she said, "you look like a cat burglar."

Mary Ellen jumped a bit and replied, "that's the point. Now hurry up and get dressed like me and let's go."

As Vickie walked towards her bedroom, she pumped Mary Ellen for answers but the girl was not forthcoming and remained silent as she quickly went trough the teacher's closet and bureau, tossing to her the clothes she wanted her to wear.

The two of them were entirely dressed in black. The clothes matched not only in color but in the way they hugged the bodies of the two women. About the only difference was that Vickie's sweatshirt didn't have a zipper. Her sweatshirt was a pullover and was molded to her breasts.

Pleased with the way the teacher was dressed, Mary Ellen promptly said, "Okay. Let's go."

Vickie grabbed her pocketbook but Mary Ellen told her to only get her car keys, no pocketbook, no money, no identification, nothing else. Vickie started to protest but an insistent Mary Ellen finally got her to the car.

Mary Ellen directed her teacher to drive to school but would not reveal why. The parking lot was full with cars. The school was regularly used for activities, one of which was a basketball game that was heavily attended. The gymnasium was set on one side of the building so that the classrooms could be secured. A few of the classroom windows were lit, probably some sort of night courses for both students and adults or maybe the custodians were cleaning. Vickie was directed around the back of the building, to the teacher's parking lot and she pointed to a space along side the building under Vickie's second floor classroom.

Let's go", whispered Mary Ellen as she quietly opened the door and snuck to the side of the building. Vickie mimicked her motions, not knowing why she did so. "Where are we going?", asked Vickie and Mary Ellen pointed straight up towards her teacher's classroom. The now dark room was third from the end of the building and Mary Ellen led Vickie towards the end of the building and the lone exit door.

Vickie grabbed her arm and said, "Mary Ellen. Tell me what we're doing." 

Seeing that her teacher was determined to know, Mary Ellen said, "Remember Friday afternoon? Remember I left the room? Remember the fire alarm? Every thing was shut down, remember?"

"You did that? You pulled the fire alarm? But why?"

"History, teach, history."

"I don't understand."

"You know that SIX was watching you with his camera, right?"

"Right."

"You know how careful he is about back tracking and erasing his steps?"

"Right."

"Well, Friday, he didn't have a chance. The lab was shut down, The students had to exit. All we have to do is check the history of the lap tops in your room and Gotcha SIX. You want to know, don't you?"

"You're unbelievable. Uh, yea. I want to know. But how do we get in the building?"

"Oh, teach of little faith. Mary Ellen has thought of everything. I not only pulled the alarm, I also taped the lock on the side door. I'm in black, you're in black, it's dark. we enter, we search, we find out SIX, we leave, and no one knows. Ready?"

True to her words the door opened when Mary Ellen pulled the handle. The two women entered the dark building and with the aid of two pen light flashlights that Mary Ellen was smart enough to bring they made their way up the first few of stairs to the first floor. As they looked through the closed double doors, they could see a the light stream out of one of the classrooms on the far side. 

Vickie felt both dread and a high degree of excitement. Sneaking around in school, after hours was proving to be a turn on. They quickly climbed the the stairs and reached the second floor and walked quietly down the deserted corridor to Miss Roach's room. 

The doors to Vickie's classroom were locked but Mary Ellen told her teacher to wait in the corridor as she went down a few rooms and looked into what she thought was an empty classroom. Mary Ellen peered into the room for a full minute when Vickie got impatient.

"Hey.", she said in a whisper.

Mary Ellen turned towards her and crouched down, put her finger to her lips to signal her teacher to be quiet and then waved her to come to her.

Vickie moved very quietly, bent over to keep hidden under the small windows in the doors and crouched beside Mary Ellen.

"What's going on?", Vickie whispered.

"I was going to use the connecting doors from this room to get into your room, but someone is in this room."

"Who?"

"I'm not sure but she's standing by the window, looking out over the parking lot."

"She? Think she saw us?"

"Don't know. Depends on how long she was standing there. Take a look but be quiet."

Vickie raised up and looked through the window. She saw someone looking out the window. 

She quickly lowered herself and said, "I think I know who that is."

"Who?"

"I think it's Jenn."

"Jenn? From sixth period?", asked Mary Ellen

"Yeah."

"What's she doing here?"

Vickie raised up again to look into the window. She was confident that she couldn't be seen since there was no light behind her in the very dark corridor and the girl was silhouetted against the bright light of the moon.

Vickie watched as a man approached Jenn and stood behind her. He took her hair and gently collected it so that its entire length fell on her back. He then proceeded to place a hand on each of her shoulders and massage them. 

Mary Ellen gave Vickie a slight tug and softly said, "What's going on?"

Vickie motioned with her head and Mary Ellen popped up and their two heads were pressed together watching.

"That's Mr. B.", whispered Mary Ellen.

His hands left her shoulders and he wrapped his arms around the girl and pressed her to him as the both gazed out the window, oblivious to the fact that they were being observed by two people.

Jenn then turned slightly and twisted her head as she offered him her lips. They embraced. Jenn broke the kiss and stepped back a foot or two and then quickly moved her hands to the bottom of her sweater and jerked it over her head and tossed it aside. She stared into Mr. B's eyes as his gaze was on her naked chest. Jenn place a hand behind Mr. B's head and pulled his head, his lips to her naked breast.

Mary Ellen pulled Vickie down with her and said, "We have to go."

"Go?", said a surprised Vickie.

"Do you want to stay here and watch or go and find out who SIX is?"

"Ah..", was all Vickie could say.

Mary Ellen stayed low as he grabbed her teacher's arm and pulled her away.

She left her teacher at the door to her classroom and went to the next room that was on the other side of it.

Mary Ellen proceeded to use the interconnecting doors until she was in her sixth period trig classroom. She opened the door for her teacher.

Once inside, they kept the lights off and used the small flashlights to move from desk to desk, powering up each lap top. 

"Just do the ones where the boys sit.", directed Mary Ellen and Vickie nodded in agreement. 

The two women moved in stealth like motions and Vickie was actually a little excited by the whole course of action. It took about twenty minutes of quick work when Mary Ellen finally got Vickie's attention.

"I got it." 

"You sure?"

"Yea, I logged on and opened the site. Shine you flashlight under your desk."

Vickie went to her desk and shined the light into the open well of her desk.

"Bingo!", exclaimed Mary Ellen, when she saw the light reflected in the web site she was now monitoring.

They both stood and you could see them as their eyes mapped out the room, trying to place a person at that seat.

At exactly the same time, the both whispered, "Dave Barry."

Although, Vickie never suspected Dave, it seemed right. He was the right height and weight that she could determine from her encounter with him, even if she was blindfolded.

They both agreed that they should check the remaining computers, just in case there was more than one suspect. They did so but Dave's computer was the only one to contain the camera site in it's history.

As if reading her teacher's mind, Mary Ellen said, "I cleaned up my lap top before I left class on Friday."

They both leaned against the front of Vickie's desk, looking at the dark classroom when Mary Ellen said, "Sad?"

"Sad about what?"

"Sad that it's Dave? Sad that you know?"

"No and a little. I'm not sad that it's Dave but the mystery is a gone."

They were both quiet and the only sound was their breathing when Vickie said, "I can't believe Jenn and Mr. B."

"Me either but we can't go back and watch.

They were both quiet for a long few minutes when suddenly Mary Ellen said, "I'm not wasting this moment."

"What are you talking about?"

"I've always wondered what it would be like to be naked in my high school class."

"Mary Ellen! What if you get caught?"

Mary Ellen yanked the zipper of sweat shirt down and said, "I brought these in case I get caught." Two perfectly shaped, naked, breasts burst into view and Mary Ellen shook her shoulders and said, "they've gotten me out of trouble before."

She stripped off her sweat shirt and leaned against the desk in order to slither out of her leggings. Her panties followed. She slipped her feet back into her black sneakers as she stood before her teacher, raised her arms and exclaimed, "Ta Da, another fantasy brought to life. Come on teach, I know you want to."

Mary Ellen's hands were pulling her teacher's sweat shirt over her head before she had a chance to protest, but Vickie knew that there would be no protest because she too, wanted to be naked in her classroom. 

"What if Jenn and Mr. B.....", started a weary Vickie when Mary Ellen interrupted, "Believe me, they're occupied."

Naked, the two played teacher and student, mimicking sitting at their desks, bending over at each other's desk.

Vickie went to Mary Ellen's desk, pretending to help her. When she leaned over, Mary Ellen gawked at her breasts and then thought about the view that would be provided to the other students and said, "You just killed José and Joey."

Mary Ellen even pretended to answer a phantom knock at the door and let in a student messenger. It was then that she saw a beam of a flashlight at the far end of the corridor. It was then obvious that the school had night security.

Mary Ellen quickly turned to her teacher and pressed her finger to her lips. It was then that Vickie saw the beam of light as it arced across the corridor. Mary Ellen quickly picked up the two piles of clothes left on the teacher's desk and motioned to Vickie that they should get in the closet.

They did so just as they heard the door to her classroom rattle with the sure handed grab of security.

Both the naked women tried to keep their breathing under control as the guard tried a second time to open the door. Anxious seconds passed but the guard moved on.

"What about Jenn?"

"Can't worry about them, I'm sure they'll be okay."

"We got to get out of here." panted Vickie as Mary Ellen made her way to the classroom window. She set down their clothes which now consisted of one pile and gently opened the window."

"What are you doing?"

"Just checking to see if the coast is clear."

"Is it?"

"Yup."

"Then let's get dressed and get out of here before we get caught."

Mary Ellen turned toward her beautiful naked teacher and said, "Let's have some fun." She turned back to the window and tossed the clothes out, knowing that they would fall near the car.

"Are you crazy? Mary Ellen, what did you do that for?"

"Now we have to walk through the school, naked. Fucking awesome."

"You're absolutely crazy, Mary Ellen. Now go get my clothes."

Mary Ellen went her teacher and hugged her, pressing her body against hers and said, "I'm leaving, teach. You better come with me or you'll certainly be discovered here naked on Monday morning."

"Damn. Let's get out of here."

Two naked females made their way out of the classroom. They were about to head in the direction they came but were frozen by the light of a flashlight coming up the same stairs that they had used earlier.

"Quick, this way.", whispered Mary Ellen and the two raced down the long length of the corridor in the opposite direction. The stairs at this end of the corridor were empty and the stepped quietly, even though their breathing was heavy.

"Mary Ellen looked at her naked teacher and smiled as she said, "I bet the rest of the school would love to see you right now. Too bad it's not lunch time."

Vickie held up a fist and mimicked being angry but the thought was appealing.

They were now on the first floor but had to walk the entire length of the corridor, even going past the classroom that was well lit.

They walked on tip toes, hugging the wall and approached the classroom. It was full of adults, in some sort of community course.

The fact that Vickie, a respected teacher, could be found wandering the school completely naked put fear into her heart and she questioned why she could possibly be in this situation.

Then they saw someone raise their hand and from years of being asked the same question, Vickie knew that the adult in class asked to be excused to go to the bathroom.

Panic set in. They could not possibly go back the length of the corridor without being seen. Vickie grabbed Mary Ellen's hand and pulled her to the adjacent room which thankfully was unlocked.

The went into the room and closed the door, undiscovered. To their surprise, they noticed that they were in the school office.

They were on the one side of a long counter. Mary Ellen walked around behind the counter where the secretaries and school personnel worked. She sat at the secretaries desk, pretended to type and looked at her teacher. "Why, good morning, Miss Roach. I'm so glad to see that you're naked. I'll call ahead to your class so that your students can get ready for you."

Vickie laughed and said, "Very funny, let's get out of here."

Vickie went to the door, opened it slightly, and leaned forward to see if the coast was clear. This caused her full breasts to pull away from her body as if trying to reach the floor. 

Mary Ellen was directly behind her and cupped her breasts, kneading them as she let out a low groan. Vickie said nothing as she opened the door and both women made their way past the used classroom and to the stairs. 

They made it outside.

Mary Ellen scooped up the clothes and they both hopped naked into the car.

Mary Ellen started to pull on her leggings when her teacher grabbed the material, preventing her student from covering her body. Mary Ellen turned to her still naked teacher to discover that she had snapped her seat belt in place. One strap ran diagonally between her two naked breasts while the other stretched across her waist but did nothing to cover her nakedness.

"Fucking awesome.", said Vickie. "Let's drive home this way."

They both giggled and drove back to Vickie's house, naked and giggling.

Vickie pulled her car as far back into her driveway as she could and they went into her home via the back door.

Once inside, Vickie plopped onto the long sofa without bothering to cover herself. "I can't believe that I let you talk me into doing that."

They sat there talking for about thirty minutes, not the least bit concerned that they were naked when Vickie said, "I can't believe how the time flew. You should get dressed and get home before someone misses you."

"Nobody's home at my place. I have the house to myself."

Mary Ellen couldn't help stare at her teacher's breasts and say, "You're beautiful."

Vickie blushed and thanked her and returned the compliment.

"Would you like to shower and then get dressed?", Vickie asked.

"Thanks, I would."

Vickie led the girl to the shower, gave her a plush towel and watched as the girl adjusted the water and step inside. Vickie kept watching as Mary Ellen soaped her body and then held out an inviting hand to her teacher.

Vickie joined her in the hot shower and they washed each other's body.

They dried each other and wordlessly they made their way, naked to the bedroom. They slid their warm bodies under the covers and met in the middle. Mary Ellen leaned close and pressed her lips on her teacher's. That night they explored each other's body with soft caresses. Mary Ellen fell asleep with her hand cupping her teacher's tit. 



Sixth Period Trig Pt. 07



Thank you Andrea4328 for editing this story. Her help is very much appreciated.

I'd like to apologize for the error I made in chapter 6. I accidently copied once but pasted twice. It was a stupid error and will never happen again.

I'd like to apologize for the error I made in chapter 6. I accidently copied once but pasted twice. It was a stupid error and will never happen again. OOPS!

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It was early Sunday morning and Vickie was on her back under the warm blanket, caught somewhere between sleep and conscientiousness. She groaned softly as she slowly remembered the events last night. Sneaking into school with Mary Ellen, going into her classroom and stripping. Mary Ellen throwing their clothes out of the window, the exhilaration that overcame her as she discovered her new found sexuality. She knew it was dangerous, stupid even, to chance her career, her reputation on such impetuous actions but it was like she was alive for the first time in her life. The excitement was addictive and she knew that there was no turning back. She wanted to experience more and more and she quivered under the blankets at the thought.

It was then that she felt the ever so light touch on her naked thigh. The sensation surprised her at first for she was not at the point of remembering that Mary Ellen was sharing her bed. The feel of the fingertips gliding over her smooth skin was pleasurable and although she did not quite understand what they were, she pretended to be asleep for fear that they would stop.

Her memory returned in small increments and Vickie was now aware that her student was lying beside her. Mary Ellen, pretty , sexy Mary Ellen had taken her on the wildest adventure that she had ever undertaken last night and Vickie felt the warmth of the young body beside her but she still did not understand the caress being applied to her thigh.

The touch was higher now, a little bolder and immensely more pleasing as Vickie continued her pretense of sleep. She could feel Mary Ellen shifting her position in the bed and knew that the young girl was facing her.

The girl's finger were now between her legs, touching her, caressing her, gently probing her and Vickie used all of her strength to continue pretending that she was asleep. Mary Ellen slowly dipped a finger inside her teacher and seductively moved it in and out as she studied her teacher's face that was filled with lust.

Mary Ellen quickened the pace of her plunging finger and smiled as her teacher's breathing quickened and she felt Vickie's hips move up and down in the same rhythm as her finger.

She knew her teacher was awake even though her eyes were shut. Mary Ellen snuggled closer and her ample breast rested on Vickie's arm as her hips suddenly pushed up so that Mary Ellen's finger plunged deep inside her. Vickie's eyes opened and she stared at Mary Ellen as a powerful orgasm rippled though her body. She sucked in a huge gulp of air, held it for many long seconds and then expelled it as a second wave of pleasure racked her body.

Mary Ellen continued to pleasure her teacher but with softer strokes, as if letting her down in a controlled manner.

"Like?" Mary Ellen asked as she smiled at her teacher.

Vickie could only groan and nod in agreement as she continued to rock her hips against the continued touching.

"First time a woman ever touched you?" Mary Ellen asked.

"First time anyone's done that." confessed the teacher.

Mary Ellen's finger stopped moving as she looked at her incredibly sexy teacher, disbelieving what she just heard.

"Nobody's ever..."

"Nobody. You're my first."

Mary Ellen started to ask the next question. "Are you a....?"

Her teacher nodded before she could complete the inquiry and said, "Yes, I'm a virgin. No one has ever touched me there before."

"Pussy.", said Mary Ellen.

Vickie smiled at her student and said, "No one's ever touched my pussy before. I have so much to learn. Help me?"

Mary Ellen answered her with a passionate kiss and her finger became busy again.

They stayed in bed for another hour as Mary Ellen helped her teacher achieve two more powerful orgasms.

Vickie was the first to bound out of bed and make her way to the bathroom. She readied herself and donned a robe and returned to the bedroom. Mary Ellen had pulled the covers up to her chin and didn't seem eager to rise, even when Vickie sat on the bed beside her and scolded her for being a sleepy head.

"Come on. Get up. I'll make breakfast"

Mary Ellen just groaned but she did flip the covers off, revealing her nakedness again.

Vickie got up and headed towards the kitchen. She cooked as Mary Ellen readied herself.

After breakfast the two women went through Vickie's closet as they took inventory of the teacher's wardrobe.

It got to be after three in the afternoon when Mary Ellen said, "We need to go shopping and expand your choices. You have to buy more stuff to show off that sexy body of yours."

Vickie blushed but quickly agreed, "I know just the place. Come on, let's go."

Mary Ellen picked out a pleated skirt for Vickie and a crisp, white blouse. "Now you look like a coed, except the skirt is way too long", said an admiring Mary Ellen. Vickie eyed herself in the mirror and liked what she saw but agreed with Mary Ellen that the skirt needed to be shorter, even though a few weeks ago she would have considered this knee length skirt to be short enough. Mary Ellen borrowed slacks and a bulky sweater from her teacher's wardrobe and they headed off to shop after donning long, warm coats to protect against the cold air.

Once inside the mall, Vickie unbuttoned her coat and allowed it to open as they walked. The mall was not crowded. Most stores had few customers and they figured that it was probably due to the time of day. They had to walk to the far end of the mall and occasionally passed pockets of kids, mostly teenagers hanging out. The last group that they encountered consisted of ten, high school aged kids, five boys and five girls. Mary Ellen and Vickie came to an abrupt halt when one the boys yelled, "Mary Ellen!"

Mary Ellen walked towards the group and Vickie followed.

"Oh, hi Rich. What are ya doing?" Mary Ellen said as recognition finally came.

"Just hanging. You?"

"Just shopping with my friend here."

Rich looked at Vickie and said, "Don't think I've ever met your friend, Mary Ellen. How about an intro."

"Oh. Sorry. Rich this is Vickie. Vickie, Rich."

Rich stood and held out his hand to the beautiful teacher. "My pleasure, Vickie."

Vickie shook his hand and replied, "Same here. Nice to meet you, Rich."

"You go to school with Mary Ellen?" asked Rich

Vickie giggled and said, "You could say so."

Rich's puzzled look was answered by Mary Ellen who said, "Vickie is my teacher."

The group of teenagers was suddenly very quiet.

"Teacher?" one of them said.

"Yup", said Mary Ellen proudly, "my math teacher. Got to help her pick out some outfits for school."

Another voice came from the back, "Let's see what she's wearing, now."

Mary Ellen opened her teacher's coat wider so the group could see her attire.

The students could see her skirt and the promising swells under her cotton blouse as Vickie held open her coat.

Without hesitation, Vickie pulled her arms out of her coat and handed it to Mary Ellen. Every teenager gawked as she twirled, causing the material of her skirt to rise up, giving her audience more than hint of her shapely legs.

"Wow", said Rich. "Nice, very, very nice. Make sure that you pick out a shorter skirt for your sexy teacher, Mary Ellen, a much shorter skirt."

That comment was met with other similar comments and a few whistles.

Mary Ellen, holding her teacher's coat in one hand, grabbed Vickie's hand and coaxed her to their destination.

"Well, nice to see ya again, Rich, but duty calls."

Rich turned his attention to Vickie and said, "If you need another opinion on your selections, pretty Vickie, you know, a male opinion, why you just stroll by and I'll tell ya what I think. No charge, of course."

Vickie walked in such a manner that her hips swayed seductively from side to side and she kept turning around and looking back at group that attentively soaked in her every move. They never stopped staring at her until she turned a corner and out of sight.

"There it is.", said Vickie as she pointed to the store. They could see that the place was empty as they entered.

A tiny bell signaled their entry and Pam popped out of the storeroom and greeted Vickie while eyeing Mary Ellen wearily.

"Ah, hello, Vickie, back for some more?" said Pam even though she was looking at Mary Ellen.

"Pam. This is Mary Ellen. She's one of my students and before you dislike her, she's one of the reasons that I'm back here. See, Mary Ellen has helped me realize that I need to come out of my shell."

Pam's stare at Mary Ellen softened and she asked, "How do you suggest we outfit our Miss Roach, Mary Ellen?"

Mary Ellen smiled broadly and said softly, "I suggest that we find something that will make every boy in school hard."

"My sentiments exactly." said Pam. 

Mary Ellen turned to her teacher and said "Vickie, why don't you go to the dressing room and get ready for your first change. Here take your coat."

Pam and Mary Ellen went searching for Vickie's new wardrobe.

On the way to the dressing room, Vickie noticed a mannequin dressed in a seductive outfit. The skirt was short, shorter than the one Vickie currently wore and the top was a satin, beige, blouse that was unbuttoned down to the middle of the blouse but a loosely knotted tie hid the cleavage that would have been revealed without it. Even with the tie strategically placed, the sheerness of the blouse allowed the mannequin's lacy bra to be seen. Vickie began moving the rack full of tops until she found her size top and skirt and headed off towards the dressing room.

Once inside, she shed her clothes and tried on her new wardrobe. She inspected herself in the full length mirror and was shocked at the shortness of the skirt. The hem line barely reached mid thigh. The top was so sheer that Vickie's bra was visible. Since she didn't find a tie like that of the mannequin, she simply buttoned the blouse higher than the one being modeled. Vickie realized that she could never and would never wear such an outfit to school. It was too revealing and would be cause for a reprimand. But she took her time admiring it, liking the way that it made her look, the way it made her feel. Vickie tired of waiting for Mary Ellen and Pam and suddenly donned her long coat and headed out of the store, hoping the bell wouldn't cause her to be noticed. She walked until she came upon the same group of teenagers that had greeted Mary Ellen and couldn't believe the surge of adrenaline in her body. 

First one then all of them watched as Vickie approached. Vickie felt alive as the group encircled her. 

Rich was the first to speak. "To what do we owe the honor of the presence of Mary Ellen's sexy math teacher?"

Vickie could hardly believe it was her own voice that said, "I was told that I could get an opinion on my new wardrobe, a male opinion."

"You came to the right place. Take off that coat."

Vickie was shocked by the tone of his voice, the command he projected and she wanted to comply. 

She quickly unbuttoned the coat and shrugged it off, and handed it to him.

Rich handed the coat to the young girl beside him and his eyes soaked in the lovely teacher.

"Turn slowly", he said softly but forcefully and Vickie complied. 

As she slowly turned, the group watched. The boy's eyes were glued to her chest and legs. Vickie felt like she was on display and was loving every moment. When she was facing directly opposite Rich, he said "Stop."

Vickie stood there, waiting, until Rich said, "Now raise your hand as if writing on a white board."

Vickie knew that such a motion would cause her skirt to rise so she reached up high and then even higher, knowing that the eyes of every teenager was on her legs. She could feel the fabric of her skirt as it slid up her shapely legs and she wondered if her panties were visible to the group.

"Reach higher", demanded Rich and she did. She felt powerful as she heard the collective gasp from her onlookers.

"Are you wearing panties?"

"Yes."

"Do you realize that everyone is trying to see your panties, Miss, do you?"

Vickie lowered her arm, turned to face the group's spokesperson and replied with a soft, "yes."

Rich then walked up to her and he raised his hands to her chest. Vickie thought that he was going to touch her, to feel her breasts but she did nothing to stop him. Her eyes remained on his as he gently unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and tugged at the material so that it opened the blouse wider, revealing quite a little bit of her cleavage.

He then stepped back and with his eyes riveted to her chest he said, "Much better, much, much better."

Vickie stood with her back straight and purposely held her chest out for her admiring audience. Not one of them was looking at her face. All of their eyes were on her chest and she remembered back to when she let SIX have his reward. She could almost feel the pleasure of her student's mouth as he sucked her breast. Vickie gulped and asked, "Well, what's he verdict?"

"F-f-f-fucking awesome", stuttered one boy in the back.

"Watch your language, Tom", scolded one of the girls. "There's a teacher present."

"A shorter skirt," demanded another voice.

"No bra", added another to the cheers of his friends.

Rich got Vickie's coat and helped her into it as he said, "You heard their opinion. Now it's up to you."

Vickie walked back to the store, never once turning around.

Back in the store, she opened the door and was able to grab the bell and silence it as she entered. She heard Pam and Mary Ellen discussing clothing and Vickie found a skirt that fulfilled the request of the boys. 

Back in the dressing room, she changed into the shorter skirt and marveled at how anyone could wear such a garment. The material stopped a mere inch or two below her crotch and barely covered her small, shapely ass.

She slipped out of the blouse, discarded her bra and put the blouse back on.

In the mirror she stared at herself. The sheerness of the blouse made her breasts completely visible. Her swollen, aroused, puffy nipples were in plain view of anyone who looked. She looked at herself, proud of her upturned breasts and smiled as she thought, "hope you guys like this."

Vickie put on her coat and again walked towards the group of teenagers.

As she rounded the corner, it appeared to her that the group was larger than before but that only encouraged her to quicken her pace.

Vickie opened the coat and slipped it off before Rich even asked. The students closed in around her and she turned slowly, giving all of them a look.

"Well, look at you", said Rich, "so willing to please, so willing to show off your sexy body and ma'am you have one fine, sexy body. Don't ya think guys?"

There was a murmur of agreement as the boys could only stare. A few grabbed their crotches and Vickie thought of the lesson that Six had given her. She also wondered what was happening to her, but that faded quickly as she asked, "Shall I reach up high again?"

Rick pried his eyes away from the teacher's exposed, pear shaped breasts and said, "of course, get that hand up high."

Vickie could feel the material of the shortest skirt she has ever worn, rise up over her ass as her hand reached upward. She could feel the cool air as it caressed her skin and knew that her panties were visible to the group and she worried is they would be able to see her excitement. When she lowered her hand, her skirt stayed bunched up around her waist. It was then that she thought of Veronica and remembered how James touched her in class. Vickie could see every single teenager staring at her crotch, her panties but made no effort to adjust her wardrobe, instead asking, "Well, what's the verdict? Anyone want to be in my class?"

Almost all the boys uttered, "me" but one boy, towards the rear of the group, said something that caused a ripple of excitement in them. It came out as a dare, an ultimatum as to how far this sexy teacher would go to please her students.

"I always wanted a naked teacher."

Vickie looked around and started to walk away when one of the girl's, a pretty girl with long blond hair and a figure that obviously was desired by most high school boys, came up to her and said in a small voice, "You are so beautiful, miss, but here, before you go..." and she gently pulled down the skirt that stubbornly clung to Vickie's waist. 

"Thank you", mouthed Vickie and the girl just nodded as Vickie walked back towards the store.

As she entered the store, Vickie couldn't see Mary Ellen or Pam so she went back to the dressing room. Suddenly, she was depressed about what had occurred and she worried about her judgment. She slipped out of the skirt and replaced the blouse on the hanger and stood before the mirror, naked, except for her dainty panties.

She stared and spoke to her image in the mirror. "They want a naked teacher. Let's give them a naked teacher."

She discarded her panties and slipped back into her coat. She left the store, mindful of the inside material of her coat rubbing against her nakedness. She never felt so excited, so brazen, so naughty as she walked towards a group a teenagers that she didn't know, with the intention of letting them see her naked. She wanted this, she felt as if she needed this and she heard a few of the boys clap when she rounded the corner and came into their view. She wanted so much to display herself to them, to allow them to see her nakedness and she wondered just how far she would let them go.

Twenty more steps she told herself and she bravely set forth only to have someone grab her arm on the fifth step and stop her.

She turned and saw Mary Ellen.

"What are you doing?" demanded her student.

Not quite knowing what to say, Vickie just mumbled something about showing the group her new teaching outfit.

"Showing them?" said an angry Mary Ellen, "Just let me see what you were going to show them."

Mary Ellen turned her teacher towards her and opened her coat. A sudden gasp of air left her mouth when she saw that her teacher was absolutely naked.

"What is the matter with you? Are you crazy? You were going to let all of them see you naked?" Mary Ellen was stunned and she closed her vulnerable teacher's coat and tugged her in the direction of the store and added, "I think you're losing control. Come with me, now!"

Vickie stood her ground in protest and she could hear Rich and others urging Mary Ellen to let her go, when Mary Ellen stepped towards her confused teacher and whispered, "Vickie, look, you're absolutely beautiful and everyone of those kids wants to see you naked but not here. Not now. You'll eventually regret the consequences. Besides, between Pam and me, we'll make sure that you get plenty of exposure. Okay?"

"Promise?" asked a pouting Vickie.

"Promise." reassured Mary Ellen as she tried to pull her teacher back to the store.

"Will you teach me everything I need to know?"

Mary Ellen smiled at her and said, "Everything, my sexy teacher, absolutely everything. Now come with me."

Mary Ellen didn't need to hold Vickie's hand because she followed her to the store and only looked back once at her disappointed audience.

Back at the store, Pam quickly approached them and said, "I thought I lost you guys. Look what I picked out" as she held up a pile of clothes. 

"Can't wait to see." came an obvious male voice that caused Mary Ellen and Vickie to look up. Doug was standing at the entrance of the back room, leaning against the side wall and added, "The sexy teacher returns. I helped pick out some really exciting, yet modest, apparel for our lovely public servant."




Sixth Period Trig Pt. 07



"Yeah, I bet.", replied Vickie.

Confused, Mary Ellen looked from Vickie to Pam to Doug and finally asked Vickie, "Do you know him?"

"Sort of." answered Vickie.

"I'm her wardrobe wizard." said Doug and then added, "I make sure she has that extra, extra hot appeal."

Pam and Vickie laughed as Mary Ellen stared puzzled. 

"Well, let's see what we have to start with." said Doug as he approached Vickie. 

He intended to take her coat when Mary Ellen stepped between them realizing that her teacher was naked under the coat.

Pam looked at Mary Ellen's sudden outbursts and wondered what was happening. Pam didn't realize Vickie wore nothing under the coat.

It was then that Vickie seemed to take command. "Okay, wardrobe wizard, here's one quick peek at what you have to work with." and she held her coat open, exposing her nakedness to Doug and Pam as Mary Ellen watched their reactions.

Pam's mouth opened in utter surprise and mustered a weak, "wow."

Doug's eyes bulged as did some other part of his anatomy as he ogled the naked Vickie.

Vickie gave more than a quick peek as she continued to hold open the coat.

What Doug said next brought back visions of her last visit. "Now look at what you did, lady."

Pam closed Vickie's coat and started to push Doug into the back room, knowing what she had to do.

Vickie realized what was going on and she stopped Pam. "Pam. Stop. I can take care of what I started."

Pam stopped, looked at Vickie as if she misheard and uttered, "Are you sure?"

Mary Ellen had no clue as she watched the three enter the back room. Pam tried to keep Mary Ellen out but she insisted, saying, "Where she goes, I go."

Vickie stood to the right of Doug and proceeded to fumble with his belt buckle. The two teenage girls watched intently as Vickie's coat opened, revealing her nakedness.

Vickie proceeded with confidence as she yanked down his jeans and shorts, exposing his hard cock. She remembered what SIX had taught her as she expertly wrapped her hand around his cock.

Doug stared at Vickie's swaying breasts as she stroked him. "See. You just need a teacher's touch," cooed Vickie seductively as she continued to stroke him.

The back room was quiet, except for Doug labored breathing and three females watched Vickie's hand as it pleasured Doug. 

Vickie never felt so sexy, so turned on, so naughty, as she was handling only the second cock in her short lived sexual career.

Doug gasped and said, "I'm gonna cum."

Vickie remembered when SIX said the same thing, so she continued to stroke him and would eventually squeeze his cock at the time of orgasm. 

"I'm gonna cum.", repeated Doug with more urgency.

"I'm gonna cum, lady, what are you doing?" he said, almost screaming.

Now Vickie was confused and released his cock. 

"Pam!" grunted Doug and the knowing Pam was quickly in front of Doug, sinking to her knees, opening her mouth, sliding Doug's cock inside just as he exploded, filling her mouth. Pam continued to allow Doug's cock to use her mouth as his orgasm abated. Pam licked him clean as Doug looked at the shocked teacher and said with disdain, "You still have a lot to learn, teach."

Pam quickly got up and led Vickie and Mary Ellen to the front door but not before handing Mary Ellen a pile of clothes.

"Here, you better leave. Try these on, keep what you need and pay me later. I trust you. Bring back what you don't want."

Mary Ellen was thankful that the group of teenagers was gone as they exited the mall. They drove home in silence, both not knowing what to say. When they arrived at Vickie's house, they sat in the car for a while until Vickie broke the silence with a question. "Have you ever done that?"

"Done what?"

"OH, come on, you know. Have you ever put a man's, boy's cock in your mouth?"

"You mean have I ever sucked cock? Given a blow job?"

"Yes."

"Many times." she said, "Are you shocked?"

"No." Vickie finally answered. "Do you like it?"

Mary Ellen turned to her teacher and put her hand tenderly on her teacher's exposed knee. "Have you ever sucked a cock?" Mary Ellen asked.

Vickie just shook her head indicating that she hadn't.

More silence followed as Mary Ellen reached higher up the coat which was opening more and more.

"Do you want to?" asked Mary Ellen.

"What? I think so. I don't know. It seems so, so..."

"Naughty?"

"Yeah, naughty. And have you ever, umm, you know, let a boy, umm..."

Mary Ellen's hand reached her teacher's pussy and found it wet with excitement and she added, "cum in my mouth?"

"Yeah. Have you?"

Mary just nodded yes.

Vickie leaned back against the seat of the car, as her student touched her and thought about what they were talking about, when Mary Ellen asked, "Want to try?"

This time Vickie nodded yes and added, "I'm going to ask SIX to teach me."

Mary Ellen agreed and said, "That's a plan. I'm sure SIX, aka Dave Barry would just love to get his favorite teacher to suck his cock. Will you let him cum?"

"Of course. I need to broaden my horizons, experience more, live to the fullest and besides, I'm curious to know what cum tastes like."

Mary Ellen and Vickie sat there thinking. Vickie leaning back wondering how she should ask SIX for help, Mary Ellen marveling at the way her once demure teacher was evolving and she said, "I have a plan for our camera spying friend, SIX. Wanna hear?"

Vickie held her breath as she climaxed and said, "I'll do whatever you want. Whatever you want." 



Sixth Period Trig Pt. 08



That night, Sunday, Vickie looked at the pile of clothes that Pam had given her but she was in no mood to sample them. She was pacing her living room liked a caged animal. Vickie had never felt this way before and she scampered into her bedroom and donned a skimpy pair of workout shorts and a sports bra. She decided that she needed to work out. To get on the treadmill and run and run and maybe find relief. She didn't know what she needed relief from but she knew that she needed something. 

She got on the treadmill and started at a pace that was quicker than normal. She increased the speed until she was at a dead run. Sweat seeped through her sports bra and drops slithered down her face only to splash on the moving rubber belt. Vickie's mind was a whirr of thoughts. She relived recent days. She compared herself to that demure, introverted, teacher that started this school year and the woman that she was now. She wouldn't dare wear a skirt for fear of showing too much leg and now she was ready to parade her naked body in a public mall, in front of a waiting audience of high school boys. She knew she would have done it if Mary Ellen hadn't stopped her. She wondered what would have happened if she accomplished her intentions. Would she have stopped them from touching her? She didn't know and then she remembered the way James in her trig class had let his fingers slide across Veronica's panties. Veronica didn't stop him, why she seemed to enjoy the way he felt her, even though James had a girlfriend and Veronica a boyfriend. Then she knew. She didn't think she would have stopped these boys in the mall from touching her. 

She could feel the tingle between her legs as she remembered pumping Doug's cock, and Dave Barry's (AKA SIX) cock. The way Doug wanted her to put his cock in her mouth as he came, but she was not ready to do that. The way Pam willingly did. The way SIX seemed to have some sort of control over her. Telling her what to wear, how to act in class, even telling her to take off her panties in class and how she obeyed. The thoughts of Mary Ellen doing the same thing not even knowing about SIX and how she handed Mary Ellen her panties during class. She shuddered as she thought about the legal ramifications of her actions. At least they were all over 18 but she would be disgraced. Realizing that did nothing to contain her excitement as she remembered being naked in school with Mary Ellen. How dangerous it felt to have no clothes, thanks to her beautiful, sexy student tossing them out the window, and how excited she was that she did it. 

She wondered what it would be like to teach without clothes. That would surely lead to an arrest. Then her mind imagined that she would hold some secret, evening classes. Classes where she could have her trusted students in school after it was closed and she could be naked. But then she thought, how would they see me. It would be dark, very dark and we couldn't turn on the lights because of the evening activities at the school and night custodians and other dangers, so how would they see her. She'd have to think about this some more.

Then she remembered the camera. SIX had installed the camera under her desk so as to look up her skirt. She smiled when she thought about it. It was the camera that led to Mary Ellen discovering the identity of SIX. Vickie thought about the plan Mary Ellen had devised. She slowed on the treadmill and thought about what her student had in mind. It was exciting and dangerous and piqued Vickie's sexuality. She decided that she would do it and would let Mary Ellen begin the setup.

It took a week for the plan to come together. The fact that the midterm semester was closing and the winter break was quickly arriving gave them the perfect opportunity. The trig class had a project to do and it was to be graded in the next few days before the break. The project was a joint effort between Miss Roach and a computer teacher, Ms. Michelle, as the students called her. She was an ambitious, young, computer instructor who the students admired for her exotic Malaysian looks, her boundless energy and her fun assignments. The joint assignment was for students to create a web page that would have links or buttons to tutorials about the various concepts that were being taught in the trig class. It was a rather simple task but the emphasis was more on design and the look of the web page rather than the research. The students should have completed their assignments and Miss Roach was to give half the grade while Ms. Michelle was to give her grade and then the student would receive the average.

Mary Ellen knew how Ms. Roach would grade the students. She would have each student come up to her desk during class and be critiqued by the math teacher. The process would be quick for some students and longer for others depending on the sophistication of the web page. Mary Ellen worked on her part. After school, she and Vickie would pretend that Dave Barry was up at her desk, ready to be graded. But instead of his math web page, Vickie would bring up his camera site. Mary Ellen would remotely control the mouse from her lap top. The two were giddy with the plan and Vickie made sure that Dave's project was the last to be graded that day and conveniently on a Friday afternoon.

The week before that Friday grading session was rather tame compared to the previous weeks. Miss Roach dressed more conservatively and so did Mary Ellen. She didn't want to draw attention to herself while she planned for the special day. Of course, the other students who were not a part of the plan acted as usual. James was always very attentive to Veronica. It was on the Wednesday of that week, when Miss Roach had a student sitting beside her at her desk going over a project. It started very innocently but James had scooted his chair closer to Veronica. Pretty Veronica seemed to enjoy his attention and the two of them stared at their teacher. Vickie got a little unnerved when James put his hand on Veronica's bare thigh. As usual Veronica was very careless about how her skirt failed to cover herself. James would whisper in her ear and Veronica would bring her hand to her mouth as if to stifle a giggle. Vickie couldn't help but keep glancing at the two seniors and they seemed unaffected that their teacher could see their actions. His hand was between Veronica's wide spread thighs and Veronica arched her back and slid down an inch or two as James got a finger under her panties. 

Vickie was able to finish her assessment of her student's web site and the bell rang. She asked Veronica to stay a minute and the girl stayed at her desk waiting. Miss Vickie Roach tidied up her desk a bit and was shocked when she glanced at Veronica. The girl's skirt was bunched around her waist but she also had a hand between her own legs and it was obvious that she was fingering herself as she waited. 

The teacher waited until the last student left and went to James' now empty chair.

"What is going on, Veronica?"

"What do you mean?", an apparently confused student answered as she continued to touch herself knowing that her teacher could see her.

Vickie took a deep breath and said, "You let James touch you and you didn't stop him and now look what you're doing in front of me. What is going on, young lady?"

"You're going on, Miss Roach. It's all your fault." Veronica stared at her teacher defiantly but continued to let her hand work under her panties.

Vickie was puzzled and Veronica continued, "Everyone has noticed the way you dress, the way you act and you're driving the poor boys crazy. Do you know what James was whispering to me as he was touching me?"

"No."

"Do you want to know?"

"Yes."

"Sure?"

"Absolutely."

Veronica's voice was a little husky and she seemed out of breath due to the fact that she was close to an orgasm. "He kept saying that he wished it was you that he was touching."

"Me?"

"Umm," answered Veronica. The poor boy does nothing but think about you. You wouldn't believe what he says, you just wouldn't." Veronica was squirming in her chair as she spoke.

"Tell me, please."

"I could never tell a teacher."

"Please, Veronica, I want to know."

What Veronica did next shocked Vickie. She grabbed her teacher's hand with one of hers and moved it under her now damp panties as she held them out with the other hand. Vickie did not pull her hand away but let her middle finger dip into the students wet pussy and then in a soft voice she said, "Tell me, Veronica, please."

Veronica told the teacher about the fantasies that James had concerning his teacher and Vickie was mesmerized. She didn't want Veronica to stop because she not only was getting excited about the naughty things that James wanted to do to her but also she was enjoying Veronica's pussy. 

Veronica's teacher brought her an orgasm that afternoon and they pledged not to say anything to James. Veronica gave her teacher a quick, sweet kiss as she was leaving and said, "You're the best Miss Roach."

"Thanks." she said as she got her materials together.

Vickie's hand went between her own legs and she wondered how many student's would be able to control her by the end of the school year.

Thursday was somewhat uneventful compared to the other days. Vickie graded a few more projects and Mary Ellen worked on perfecting their scheme.

Vickie went home that night and Mary Ellen met her with the final plans for Friday.

Friday.

Vickie was never more excited to go to school. She prepared herself and the tiniest splash of her favorite perfume. She put on the dress that they thought would work best. It was a rather dull blue, cloth dress. It opened completely in the front with buttons. Three buttons were below the cloth belt and three above. Vickie left the top button undone. It didn't show much cleavage but allowed Vickie to pull the collared top apart to show more skin. She tried leaving another button undone but realized it left a lot of her exposed, especially since SIX might email her and tell her to open more. But she would refuse, at least she hoped she could refuse. Under the dress she wore her sheer powder blue bra and matching panties. 

Mary Ellen called her before she left for school and the went over their plans one more time and Mary Ellen wished her luck and expressed a hint of jealousy. 

This outfit was nowhere near the sexiness of her recent Friday outfits and Vickie noted more than a few students express disappointment when they her. 

Veronica and Elona were both wearing short skirts and Veronica gave her 6th period teacher a huge smile as she entered the classroom. Mary Ellen wore a baggy sweatshirt and blue jeans, that was sure not to draw any attention. 

Miss Roach gave an assignment and called a student to her desk. They went over the student's web page and most, if not all of the students completely ignored what the teacher was saying to her student. 

Finally, Miss Roach called Dave Barry up to her desk. She positioned herself so that her crossed legs, right leg over left knee, were under the opening of the desk but moved as far left as possible. She had positioned the student's chair to her right, so that it didn't directly face either her or her desk but was diagonal to them.

She greeted her student warmly, "Ready, David?"

He nodded yes and couldn't help but look down at her legs. 

His teacher's dress rode up slightly and exposed about 3 inches above the knee. The material strained at the bottom button of her dress.

Vickie went though the pretense of opening his web site and said, "This is your web page, correct, David?"

Dave nodded that it was and got comfortable in his chair.

"But I know that you've been working on a much better site, David."

Dave was too puzzled to say anything.

That was Mary Ellen's cue and she opened the web site that showed the images produced by Dave Barry's hidden camera under his teacher's desk.

He saw his teacher's legs and also his own pant legs on the teacher's monitor and Dave didn't know what to do. He was also conscious that his teacher did not open the site, it seemed to materialize on its own or by some mysterious hacker.

"I think this is a wonderful site, David," said his teacher. "It shows a lot of promise. Something that would hold a high school student's attention but it needs a little tweaking."

Dave just gulped and looked at his teacher and then at the screen.

"Maybe if we just move this a bit," suggested Miss Roach and Dave didn't understand.

Vickie pointed to the icon on the screen that represented the mouse. It was a small hand, a right hand with the index finger extended, and when the mouse button was pressed it appeared to make a fist. The mouse hand was resting on his teacher's bare knee of her crossed leg. 

Mary Ellen was doing a masterful job of controlling the mouse and when she pressed the mouse it looked as if the mouse hand was grabbing the teacher's knee and then Mary Ellen would move it so that it appeared to be trying to uncross the sexy teacher's legs.

"Maybe you should try that, David."

"Huh?", was all David could muster as he watched the mouse move.

"Do what the mouse is doing," urged his teacher but David still didn't understand.

Vickie took a quick look around the class and observed that no one was paying attention to them. It was then that she decided that there was no turning back, so she grabbed David's hand and placed it on her knee.

Dave looked at her and then the monitor. He saw his hand on Miss Roach's knee and the mouse hand looked like it was on top of his hand. 

Mary Ellen edged the mouse towards David in the hopes of getting him to grab his teacher's knee and uncross it. 

"Do what the mouse is doing," Vickie said quietly.

Understanding seemed to dawn on the student and his fingers closed over Vickie's knee and he brought it towards him, causing her right leg to fall off of her knee and she now had both of her feet flat on the floor. 

He looked up quickly at the teacher that he had fantasied about all year and was very nervous.

"Very nice," said Vickie cheerfully, "She how that opens things up? Maybe just a bit more."

Mary Ellen moved the mouse. Dave's hand mimicked the mouse and he brought his teacher's right leg closer to him. Since Vickie didn't move her left left, it allowed the camera an indecent view up her skirt.

"Now isn't that better, Dave?" said a cheerful teacher.

"Un huh," was all he could say but his teacher was just getting started.

"I think this is what you've been looking for, Dave. But I think you wanted to see more, to show more and you can but you've got too many links, you know, too many buttons.

Mary Ellen remotely positioned the mouse icon over her teacher's lowest dress button.

Vickie didn't wait before saying, "Maybe if you get rid of that button, David, it would let you get to where you want to go. Besides, you you have SIX buttons and I bet you'd like to get rid of most of them. Right? "

Dave, finally understanding, moved his hand up to Vickie's button and his fingers worked to push the large button through the hole. He did it and the dress fell open up to the next button. Vickie's sexy legs were exposed to her student and the excitement surged through her body. Mary Ellen moved the mouse and Dave followed its movement.

The mouse motioned for him to grab her leg and spread them wider, David did and Vickie allowed her student to do so.

"I bet you never thought you'd get this far?" his teasing teacher asked. The rest of the class was oblivious to their actions even when Vickie asked, "How about getting rid of another button, David?"

This time Dave's hand was on the the middle button before Mary Ellen could react and move the mouse. He slid the button through the hole and spread Miss Roach's legs a bit wider apart. Dave's hand was moving in earnest now. He caressed his teacher's thigh.

"Good work, Dave, I'm beginning to like your web site. Maybe just one more."

Dave reached for the last button and quickly had the button through the cloth hole. The teacher's dress fell away, revealing her powder blue panties to the camera's view and to her student's view as well.

Vickie scooted herself to the edge of the chair and spread her legs widely, opening the view to David. 

"Well, what do you think, Dave. Do you like it?"

He looked directly at the monitor and the camera's resolution was sharp enough to be able to distinguish the outline of his teacher's pussy pushing against the delicate fabric of her dainty panties. 

"Very much," he said and he continued to caress her thigh. When he glanced back at the monitor, Mary Ellen had moved the mouse directly on top of Miss Roach's panties. 

Dave still didn't understand how this was happening but at that moment he didn't care. All he wanted was right there and he was not about to waste the opportunity.

Dave's hand followed the mouse an his fingers touched the fabric covering her pussy. He traced her delicate folds with his middle finger and slipped his index finger under the edge of her panties.

Vickie sat up straight and she savored the her student's touch and said, "Very good, Dave. Very good touch. I would call your site a smashing success. Would it be possible if we explore it more deeply?"

As his finger slipped inside her, he said, "most definitely."

They sat that way for a few minutes and Vickie scanned her classroom. Most students had their heads buried in their lap tops. Elona was adjusting her skirt and it looked like she was trying to give Joey a better look at her legs. James was under Veronica's skirt again and they were both staring at her. James was whispering softly into Veronica's ear and Vickie got a scare, thinking that they knew what Dave was doing under the desk. Vickie stared back at them and savored her student's touch. It was better than she expected and she knew why Veronica allowed James to do the same thing to her.

Vickie was so close to a powerful orgasm when the bell rang ending class.The students got up to leave and no one looked at Dave or their teacher. Mary Ellen was one of the first to race out of the classroom. 

Dave hesitated and Vickie began redoing the buttons on her dress as the last of her students left. "Are you leaving, David or should I say SIX?"

He stood and pointed to his erection and said, "I need a minute. please."

Vickie smiled at him, gave him a quick kiss and left him alone in class.

Dave's fingers went to his face so her could smell the scent left by his teacher and then to his erection as he sat behind her desk. He pulled down his zipper and managed to free his aching cock. He slumped in the chair and his hand curled around his cock as it had done numerous other times when he thought of his teacher. He had pumped himself a few quick strokes when he remembered his camera.

"Stupid," he whispered to himself and tried to quickly jam himself back inside his pants.

Mary Ellen was watching from a stall in the girl's room where she went immediately after class. She wanted to see the interaction between Miss Roach and Dave Barry after class. She never expected to see what she was seeing.

When Dave started to compose himself, Mary Ellen couldn't help sending a text message through a post it note app she had installed on her teacher's computer.

VERY NICE, DAVE. 

Dave cursed under his breath as he considered his stupidity and the fact that he had been seen. He shut down the computer. retrieved his camera and raced out of the class.

That afternoon, Vickie and Mary Ellen were celebrating the success of their plan and Mary Ellen asked what her teacher was going to do next.

Vickie logged on to a computer, opened her email account and typed a message to SIX. She showed it to Mary Ellen and the girl smiled.

They both read the message one last time.




Sixth Period Trig Pt. 08



Dear SIX,

Tonight.

My place.

I need you to tutor me.

Miss Roach

She clicked send.

Mary Ellen looked at her teacher and said, "I know exactly what you want Dave to teach you. Are you really going to do it?"

"Most definitely."

Mary Ellen hugged her teacher and said, "I want to watch."

"Okay," said Vickie.

Friday Evening.

Mary Ellen arrived at her teacher's house and let herself in. She went to the bedroom and saw Vickie standing before the mirror wearing a bathrobe that fell to her mid thighs.

"Have you decided what you're going to wear for your lesson tonight?" asked Mary Ellen.

Vickie turned and she saw Mary Ellen in the same drab clothes that she wore to school that day.

"I was thinking about just wearing what I have on now. I'm surprised that you're not wearing something a little, no, a lot more revealing.

Mary Ellen walked over to her teacher and untied the simple sash that held the robe together and opened it, revealing a naked teacher.

"It's your night, teach. Wow, what I'd like to do to you. When is Dave .. ah...arriving?" Mary Ellen snickered when she finished asking the question.

"What's so funny?"

"I was about to ask, when is Dave coming? But then I thought that he has to arrive here and then he'll be cumming."

Vickie feigned shock but the giggling she added, "You're so naughty but oh so right. Do you think he'll like me?'

"Of course he will, but If he doesn't then kick his stupid ass out and I'll enjoy you. Maybe we could even take a trip to the mall."

There was faint knock on the door and Mary Ellen scooted to the bedroom as Vickie went to the front room and said, "Come in." She giggled as she said it.

Dave entered slowly and saw his teacher. The short robe and the way her hair cascaded over his shoulders and he was immediately hard. He then noticed that she was not wearing a mask. On his previous visits, she always wore a mask. He remembered the first visits when she was field testing her new teaching methods that led to him sucking her puffy nipples. In the subsequent visits he taught his naive teacher how to give him a hand job. He remembered that she had suggested that she needed more practice and figured that was why he was there.

"Hi," he said timidly.

"Hi Dave, or should I say SIX?"

"SIX, if that's okay with you."

"Sure. SIX. How do I look?"

"Awesome."

"I bet you'll like what I'm wearing under this old robe."

"I bet I will," he answered.

"Do you want the honors?" she asked and took a step closer to him.

"Yes."

His hands went slowly to the belt and he slowly untied the belt. His teacher stood straight, with hands by her sides and waited for her student, her liberator to disrobe her. Vickie was already exited and she wondered if he could smell her.

SIX got the belt untied and let it drop and the opened the robe and then let it drop. Even Mary Ellen in the next room could her him suck in his breath as his eyes feasted on her nakedness.

"Like?"

"Oh, yes. You're spectacular."

"Even better than the other girls in class?"

"Yes," was all he could say as his eyes went from breast to breast to pussy and back again and again.

"Prettier that Veronica?"

"Mmmm, yes."

"Sexier than Mary Ellen?", she said with a slight giggle.

"Yes."

"Want to touch?"

"Yes."

She waited for the longest time for him to react. It was less than a minute, really, but she wanted his hands on her and thought she would burst until he did so.

Finally, Dave raised his hands and cupped a tit in each one. He gently let his thumb slide over her warm, silky skin and then he leaned over and kissed each nipple gently.

Vickie arched her back and thrust her breasts outward offering them to her student and her hands went to his belt and worked at undoing it.

Six covered her entire nipple with his mouth and let his tongue draw frantic circles around her sensitive skin.

Vickie got his belt unbuckled and his pants open and quickly pushed them down a bit so that she could reach inside his shorts and wrap a hand around his stiff cock. 

One of SIX's hands left her breast and went between her legs and he cupped her wet pussy.

Vickie moaned, "I like when you do that."

Six was all the more encouraged and he slid a finger inside his teacher's waiting pussy and Vickie in turn began stroking her student's cock.

She found it difficult to stroke him by standing directly in front of him, so she moved a little so that she was somewhat beside him. She didn't want him to stop fingering her so she moved slowly.

Vickie wrapped her hand around him the way he previously showed her and asked, "How am I doing?'

"Awesome.", he groaned.

"Just awesome?" she asked.

She let her hand cup his balls before grabbing him again.

"What other kind of awesome is there?" he asked as he released her swollen nipple from his mouth long enough to ask the question. 

"There's fucking awesome", she answered.

He raised his head again and said, "You're doing fucking awesome."

He was about to lower his head back to her tit when she placed a hand under his chin and said, "Look at me SIX and listen."

SIX let go of her tit and his hand between her legs dropped.

Vickie immediately grabbed his hand and but it back on her sensitive pussy and said, "You can listen and still do that."

His finger probed her again and Vickie said, "That's nice, OH! I mean fucking nice."

"Do you know what I want you to teach me, SIX?"

"I figured that you wanted to practice giving me a hand job."

Vickie smiled and said, "I like practicing that but I want to learn more."

She bent forward and kissed her young charge before saying, "Teach me how to suck cock, SIX. I want your cock in my mouth. Now."

Before he could say anything, Vickie slid to her knees, immediately regretting the loss of SIX's finger on her pussy and she stared at his erection.

"Time for the pretest, SIX."

"Huh!", was all the overstimulated student could say.

"Well, my tutor, I've been doing some research. I like to be prepared. I watched a lot of porn, this week. I watched a lot of girls, a lot of women suck a lot of cock and there are so many different styles, so many different ways to suck. See, I want to try my own style and then you can critique me. Give your cock sucking teacher a grade and then show her where she went wrong, okay?"

"Okay," croaked a stunned SIX.

Vickie faced SIX's cock and brought her face close and rubbed it against one cheek then the other.

She had both of her hands on her knees when she first licked the head of his cock, tasting a drop of his excitement.

She pulled back a bit and said, "Quite tasty, SIX."

Vickie went slowly. She wanted to savor the first time that she ever sucked a cock. She wanted to remember her first reactions. The thing that first struck her was the stiffness yet silky feel of his cock. She liked the feel on her lips as she kissed down one side and then up the other where she found another new drop of his essence waiting for her. She lapped at it and liked the taste. Her uneasiness about what it would taste like was dismissed and she found herself wanting more.

She kissed down the length again and this time before licking up the other side she let her tongue bathe his balls. When each was glistening with her saliva, she opened her mouth and let a plump ball fall inside where she washed it with her tongue. It was then that Vickie realized that she enjoyed this whole experience and would seek out other cocks to suck. 

The teacher was lost in the pleasure and she positioned herself directly in front of SIX, where she opened her mouth, leaned forward and let a cock fill her mouth for the first time.

Her tongue inspected the head and when SIX pushed his hips forward, she let him use her mouth.

Vickie couldn't believe how much she liked doing this and why it took her so long to discover it.

Vickie had one of her hands between her own legs and she vigorously fingered herself.

She started to ask SIX a question but it came out as some unintelligent language that SIX just said, "What?"

Vickie tried to answer but because of the fact that she didn't want to release his cock from her mouth and because SIX had a hand behind her head, holding her in place, the gibberish was repeated.

What happened next caused them both to look at the bedroom door. SIX kept his hand behind his teacher's head and Vickie made sure she kept his cock in her mouth when the both looked at Mary Ellen standing in the doorway.

"She wants to know how she's doing?"

"What the fuck? What are you doing here? ", was all SIX could say. He made sure his cock stayed in his teacher's mouth.

"It's obvious, isn't it, SIX? I'm the translator."

Vickie's rolled her eyes at Mary Ellen as she kept sucking. This was not part of the plan but she wondered where it was going

"I'm a master translator, David, or should I say SIX."

"How did you know...."

"I know all about you. Who do you think moved the mouse today in class?"

"That was you?"

"Yup, hope you like it."

Vickie grunted around SIX's cock.

Mary Ellen knelt down beside her teacher, kissed her bulging cheek and asked her to repeat what she said.

"Grrumpf, Mumph."

"Mary Ellen looked up at Six and said, "She wants to know how's she's doing?"

"Fucking awesome."

"Mumpff, Grroth, Umph."

"She wants to know if you're close to cumming."

"I am but I don't want to. I don't want this to end."

"Frrgh, umphhum, mmogh."

Mary Ellen nodded and said, "I'll ask him." Before she did however, she cupped her teacher's nearest tit and said, "Our teacher has the greatest tits."

Vickie smiled around the cock as Mary Ellen played with the nipple. 

"Fucking awesome," said SIX and then added, "I'm close."

"Groolmph, umph, whamph," Vickie mumbled.

"What did she say?", asked SIX.

Mary Ellen's hand went to SIX's balls that kept slamming on his teacher's chin and said, "She wants to know where you want to cum?"

"Huh?", SIX said.

"Do you want to cum on her tits, on her face or in her mouth?"

Before he could answer, SIX, pushed his hips forward and pulled his teacher's head to him as he came. 

Mary Ellen leaned close to Vickie and whispered, "You lucky, lucky, lady. All that cum..."

SIX spasmed again and again as he filled up Vickie's mouth with the first cum she ever tasted. 

Mary Ellen marveled at the way her teacher's lips kept a tight bond around the spewing cock and the way she swallowed and the way she looked at her and she could see the joy in her teacher's eyes

"Oh, Miss Roach," said Mary Ellen, "don't swallow it all. Please."

Vickie continued to suck her student long after his orgasm subsided and then let it slowly slide from her mouth.

Mary Ellen then asked, "Did you save me some?"

Vickie smiled and then opened her mouth to reveal a puddle of cum that she didn't swallow. Mary Ellen pressed her mouth to her teacher's mouth and pushed her tongue inside so that they could both taste cum.

SIX was getting hard again as he watched them and he was surprised when his teacher leaned forward to lick his cock sweetly.

"Thank you, SIX," she said, "Thank you for cumming in my mouth."

The three of them sat like that for a long time. Vickie and Mary Ellen alternating giving licks to SIX's cock. The females kissing and fondling each other, although Mary Ellen had never taken off her clothes.

Finally, Mary Ellen stood up and said, "We're going to have a lot of fun with our liberated teacher, SIX. Lots of fun."

"Fucking awesome," said SIX.

"We better be careful, though. We're the only two who know what our math teacher is capable of doing.

Vickie wondered if she should tell them about Veronica but didn't.

SIX hiked up his pants and the three of them sat at the sofa, Vickie still naked and enjoying the caresses of her students when Mary Ellen asked, "Are you going on the trip, Miss Roach?"

"What trip?" asked Vickie.

"The senior trip to some exotic beach. We go in two weeks, vacation week. It's a lot of the kids in your math class plus some others. I think some other teachers teachers are going as chaperones but it would be great if you came."

"I wouldn't miss it. I'll see if I can get a ticket."

"Fucking awesome," replied SIX.

"Oh," added Vickie, "I'll be expecting a grade on my work today, SIX."

They all laughed and SIX said, "My preliminary assessment is that you need lots and lots of practice, Miss Roach, lots of practice."

"OH, goodie," commented Vickie and they all smiled.

"We're going to have lots of fun, lots," said Mary Ellen.

"Why am I the only one naked here?"

"Get use to it," giggled Mary Ellen.



Sixth Period Trig Pt. 09



It was early Saturday morning when Vickie woke. She lied naked in bed staring at the ceiling and thought about last night. She couldn't believe that she had actually sucked a cock, greedily sucked a cock, a student's cock. Her hand went between her legs and she fingered herself at the memory, knowing that she was wrong, knowing that she was jeopardizing her career, knowing that two students seemed to control her, knowing that she wanted to do it again as her body shook with an orgasm.



She got up and threw on the same robe she had worn for SIX, Aka Dave Barry, the evening before. She looked in the mirror and stared at herself, wondering who was the woman staring back when Mary Ellen came running into the bedroom. Vickie's brain, still a little foggy from sleep, had forgotten that her student had stayed with her that evening.

"Turn towards me," demanded Mary Ellen.

Vickie looked at her not understanding.

"Come on, turn, now!"

Vickie did and Mary Ellen reached for the belt that cinched the robe around the teacher's naked body and untied it. She quickly opened it and saw that her teacher was still naked.

"Great," she said with obvious delight. 

"Now lie on the bed, on your back and pretend that you're asleep."

Again, Vickie hesitated, not at all understanding.

Mary Ellen grabbed her hand and tugged the bewildered teacher towards the bed and coaxed her to sit and then lie on her back.

"Close your eyes and pretend that you're asleep, in a deep, deep sleep. Okay?"

"Wha...." was all Vickie could mutter before Mary Ellen said in a low, stern voice, "just do it, now!"

Vickie did as she was told and Mary Ellen fussed with her teacher's hair, making it fan out on the pillow beneath her teacher's beautiful face and she also redid the belt on her robe. She paid particular attention to how the robe covered her and placed Vickie's hands so that they were together on her stomach. Mary Ellen stood and inspected her work and then said, "perfect. "Now close your eyes and don't open them under any circumstance. You're suppose to be in a deep sleep."

Vickie stared at her and tried to figure out what she was up to when Mary Ellen snapped. "Now!"

Vickie closed her eyes and stayed motionless for approximately five minutes until she heard her door bell ring.

Before she had made a motion to answer it an ever vigilant Mary Ellen popped her head into the bedroom and said, "I told you to be asleep."

Vickie, not wanting to disappoint her student, closed her eyes and waited.

Vickie strained to hear but all she could make out were greetings and soft voices. 

It was another few minutes before she sensed rather than heard a presence at her bedroom door.

"Holy shit. That really is Miss Roache. Is she dead?" she heard a strange male voice.

"Duh," replied Mary Ellen. "I told you that I gave her a sleeping pill. She's out like a light."

"Are you sure that she won't wake up?"

"Positive. Wanna look?"

"You're the best fiend a guy could have."

"I know that," Mary Ellen said and there were kissing sounds that followed.

Soft footsteps came closer to the bed and Vickie could feel them looking down at her. She knew that she should stop this but she found it incredibly exciting.

"Unwrap the sexy math teacher for me, baby. They say math teachers have good figures. Let's see if it's true."

Vickie almost groaned out loud at the stupid pun but managed to control herself.

Mary Ellen took each of her teacher's hands and placed them so that her arms were down by her sides. She then undid the belt of her robe and completely opened the robe. 

She let the material drop to either side and Mary Ellen's friend gasped at the teacher's nakedness.

Every nerve in Vickie's body tingled as she knew that Mary Ellen and her friend, whoever he was, were staring at her body, staring at her breasts, her bald pussy.

"Can I touch her?"

"Yeah, but make sure you don't wake her."

Vickie felt gentle touches on her breasts as the boy examined her. Next she felt hands on her stomach and assumed that it was Mary Ellen.

As the hands continued to glide over her body Vickie felt some one grab an ankle and spread her legs apart. Next a hand covered her pussy and she heard Mary Ellen asked, "Do you like her pussy?"

"Fucking awesome," the boy replied.

He had one hand on her pussy and the other sweeping from breast to breast when he said to Mary Ellen, "I can't believe I'm feeling the sexy Miss Roache."

Vickie heard a zipper and movement and then the boy gasped. He wiggled a finger, separating the soft folds of Vickie's pussy and pushed it slightly into her. Vickie couldn't help but gasp.

The sudden noise from the supposedly sleeping teacher caused both teenagers to stop.

Mary Ellen stared intently at her teacher. "You better not do that any more. It might wake her."

The boy grabbed Mary Ellen's hand and brought it to the teacher's pussy and they both touched her.

Mary Ellen's finger played with Vickie's pussy and her friend whispered, "I want to put my cock in her mouth."

"You can't do that. It would wake her."

The boy laughed and then added, "Can I at least rub it on her face. That way when I see her in school, I'll know that my cock touched those sexy lips."

Mary Ellen then shocked Vickie when she said, "Okay. But let me do it. I don't what you to get carried away and ram it down her throat. Deal?"

"Deal," the boy replied and Vickie felt them positioning themselves near her head.

Mary Ellen's gentle hands turned Vickie's head towards them.

After a few moments, Vickie felt it. The smooth skin of the boy's cock on her cheek.

"Just don't cum," Mary Ellen said and moved her friends cock across Vickie's lips. A slight, slippery trail of wetness was left on her lips as Mary Ellen continued to move his hard cock all over her face.

Mary Ellen wondered what her teacher must be thinking and was so carried away by the excitement of the moment that she didn't realized the rapid increase in her friend's breathing.

Before she could react, a shot of sperm erupted and splashed across Vickie's lips. Mary Ellen pretended shock but continued to stroke the spewing cock, until it had released streams of cum all over Vickie's face.

"Quick, get out. I've got to clean her up before she wakes. Get out. Now."

Vickie heard the rustle of clothes, hastened footsteps and the door open and close.

A minute later, Vickie still pretended to be asleep when Mary Ellen scooted in bed beside and turned her head so that she faced her student.

Vickie felt Mary Ellen's finger scoop the cum along her check and then she said, "Open up, teach. Reward time."

Vickie opened her eyes and smiled at her still clothed student as she held a finger dripping with cum near her mouth.

Vickie opened her mouth and when Mary Ellen's finger went inside, she closed it and used her tongue to clean her finger.

"Mmm...," responded the teacher.

Mary Ellen repeated the process of scooping the cum from her face into her waiting mouth and when she was finished she kissed her teacher.

"Who was that?" asked Vickie.

Mary Ellen replied' "Umm, just an admirer."

"You're not going to tell me?" 

"Nope."

"I know he goes to our school, but you have to tell me. Please."

"Nope."

"Why."

"To drive you crazy. That's why. Now, whenever you're in school, you'll never know which boy saw you naked, which boy rubbed his cock all over your face, which boy's cum you tasted."

Vickie shuttered and said, "That's cruel."

"But I know you like it."

"And just how do you know this, young lady?"

During the conversation, Mary Ellen's hand had moved down between the sexually aroused teacher's legs and a probing finger was nestled in her pussy. Mary Ellen removed her wet finger and brought it to her lips, inhaled deeply and then licked it. She then looked at her teacher and said, "You're pussy tells me, that's how."

Vickie took Mary Ellen's hand and moved it back between her legs and groaned.

Mary Ellen fed her teacher the last remnants of cum on her face when Vickie felt another orgasm and said "Thank you."

Monday.

Vickie got ready for school and decided to wear a skirt, white blouse and jacket. She looked like a corporate lawyer, a sexy lawyer, ready to use every asset to persuade a judge, a jury, a client, an adversary. She looked sexy and decided to put her hair in a severe bun to make herself look more lawyerly.

When she arrived at school, she busied herself in the office, running off copies of papers, checking her mail box and was aware of the eyes upon her. Normally she would shy away from the attention but she wallowed in it, feeding her hunger.

On the way to her classroom, she climbed the stairs and would usually walk on the side closest to the wall to protect her modesty against eager schoolboy eyes trying to look up her rather short skirt. But today, she walked on the railing side and smiled as she realized that quite a group gathered behind her. 

Her classes went well but Vickie seemed to notice an undercurrent of sexual tension. She wondered if it was always there and she was just oblivious but now she noticed it. The felt the eyes on her legs, her breasts, the way students would turn and stare at her. She noticed the quick and furtive touches that male students showered upon the female students. The way the girls were receptive to the touches. The whole school seemed charged sexually and she enjoyed it.

During homeroom, the attendance was collected by a student designated by the office. For the past month it was a student named Nicole. Vickie had never really paid much attention to Nicole, only to watch as she came into the room, walked up to the desk, leaned her elbows on the flat surface and greet Miss Roache and ask if the attendance was ready. The same routine, everyday, seemingly mundane and innocent, but today, for some reason Vickie felt the vibes coming from Nicole.

Nicole walked up to the desk and leaned over as usual. Vickie's eyes went to the girl's ample cleavage. Had she always worn a V-neck sweater? Nicole wore a necklace that swayed away from her chest and dangled from her neck. It appeared to be handmade and decorative, unusual. Vickie stared at the necklace and then her eyes focused beyond it and up as she scanned Nicole's smiling face and her eyes drifted down again to the view provided by her sweater that pulled away from her chest. Vickie could see down the sweater, and inside the girl's bra. Nicole had beautiful, large breasts and gave Vickie a view that let her see an exposed nipple.

Nicole didn't move, even though she knew that the math teacher was looking at her exposed breasts. She also knew that the class had a nice view of the top of her thighs as she leaned over. Vickie continued to stare and Nicole finally smiled as said, "I could come back, if you need more time."

Vickie came out of her daze and she knew that she blushed but handed Nicole the attendance report and watched her walk slowly out of her class.

Later that day, during Vickie's free period, the teacher down the hall, a Mr. Jacobs opened his classroom door and beckoned to Miss Roache.

"I'm sorry, Vickie, but could you watch my class for a moment. I really need to be excused."

One of the drawbacks to teaching was that if natured called, you had to get coverage to get relief.

Vickie was happy to oblige and she entered his classroom as he scampered down the hallway.

She sat at his desk and looked out at his class of freshmen. Mr. Jacobs was a nice man, nearing retirement age and taught English literature.

The students were respectful and were busy doing whatever work was assigned and Vickie started looking at the clutter on Dan Jacobs desk. Vickie then spotted his cell phone. It was a flip open type phone and it was open. Vickie didn't know what prompted her but she picked it up and pressed a button. An image appeared. It took Vickie a moment to realize it but she was looking at naked breasts. Just breasts. A closeup shot, no face but two, well formed breasts and then she saw the text below it. "To Mr. Jacobs: Enjoy."

Vickie stared at the breasts, the message and wondered who would have sent it. A wife? A girlfriend? But then she noticed the necklace. That unmistakable necklace that she had seen earlier in the day. The necklace that hung between the ample breasts of the attendance monitor, Nicole.

Vickie acted quickly and forwarded the picture to her cell phone, then deleting her tracks and replacing the phone in its original place just as Mr. Jacobs entered the classroom.

"I'm so sorry, Vickie, but I had to take care of something. Thank you."

Vickie told him that it was okay and she left.

Her sixth period trig class was next and Vickie was anxious with anticipation. All day long as she walked in the corridor or stood in her classroom doorway, she wondered who her mystery student was. She stared at passing students and wondered if it was him who touched her naked body on Saturday night. Was this the one who came all over my face? All her wondering did was to get her excited. She stood in the doorway as the class entered. The students greeted her warmly and some made sure that they brushed up against her. Vickie didn't mind but her eye caught Nicole walking down the corridor.

Vickie watched as Nicole chatted with a few friends, obviously not in a rush to get to class when their eyes met. Nicole stopped and turned towards the teacher and just smiled. Nicole walked backwards, slowly, her eyes on her teacher and Vickie wondered why Nicole had sent Mr. Jacobs that picture. Vickie kept staring as Nicole walked to class and then she turned into her own classroom and closed the door behind her.

Vickie sat at he desk, a little flustered, a lot excited and she started to take attendance. The class was in quiet conversation as Miss Roache would look up to see if a particular student was in attendance and then down again at her class register to mark it appropriately. 

It was then that she noticed that she had an email. It was from Mary Ellen. Vickie promptly opened it.

Yo teach. You look very sexy. Have you figured out who came on your pretty face yet? I think he's in love. Keeps spying ya, wants to see ya hot bod again. Says he's mucho hard and wants a return visit. The naughty boy wants me to double the dosage so that you won't wake up when he slips his "teacher tamer", as he calls it, into your mouth. Why do boys have the need to name their cocks? Well teach, in the mood to suck some strange student cock?

Damn, you're sexy,

ME

PS: Get a load at what Elona is wearing.

Vickie stared at her computer screen and the thought of a nameless student sliding his cock, "teacher tamer", into her mouth while she was supposedly sleeping excited her. 

Motion on her right distracted her from her thoughts and she looked up and saw three boys around Elona's desk. Elona seemed to bask in their attention as she sat on top of her desk. She was normally a shy girl, keeping to herself but as the weeks went on, she slowly was emerging and it showed in the clothing that she wore. She went from jeans to skirts. Although she usually wore shorts under the skirts to protect her modesty, today she did not have on the shorts.

Vickie watched as the boys gathered around her, making no attempts to hide the fact that they were staring at her legs. Elona had long, thin, shapely legs. Those of a long distance runner. The boys enjoyed the view as her tiny skirt left most of her legs uncovered. Vickie smiled as Elona caught her staring and the girl returned the smile. 

Miss Roache looked around her room for a minute and couldn't believe the difference in her students. Once a studious, modest, conservative bunch, they were now still studious but caught in a wave of sexual excitement that even the teacher felt. 

Elona's new found friends and the way she seemed to enjoy the attention her legs were getting. Mary Ellen had opened one too many buttons on her blouse again and was driving Joey, Jose and the other boys around her crazy. 

James already had a finger inside Veronica's panties as she sat with legs wide apart, her skirt bunched around her waist and they both stared at their teacher, as if daring her to comment.

Vickie was about to start class when she got another email. This one from SIX.

Dear Miss Vickie,

You need more practice. Tonight?

SIX

Vickie took a deep breath and thought about Dave's cock, the way she liked to stroke it, the feel in her mouth, making him cum and quickly sent off a reply.

SIX

Tonight at 9. Let yourself in. I'll be waiting. 

Miss Vickie

Somehow, Vickie collected herself enough to start class and was thankful that none of her email friends sent demands for her to expose herself because she didn't know if she could resist.

That Night.

Vickie was anxious. At 8:30 she left her key on the window ledge for SIX, locked her door and stripped naked. She sat on a folding chair in the middle of the room, facing the door and waited.

Promptly at 9 she heard the key in the lock. She sat straight up, breasts thrusted out, legs spread as she waited. Vickie let her right hand drift between her legs and she played with wet pussy. 

She heard the door open but knew that Dave could not see her in the darkness.

"Don't turn on the light," she whispered.

"OK," he answered.

"Close the door."

He obeyed.

"There's a flashlight on the floor right next to your feet. Pick it up."

He obeyed.

"Turn it on."

He obeyed.

"Point it over here."

He obeyed and the light made a few exploratory sweeps before the beam found his naked teacher. It lit her face first but then traveled slowly down and illuminated her perfect breasts. He sucked his breath in as he maneuvered the beam lower. Vickie continued to masturbate as her student stared.

He was frozen in that spot. Watching the teacher that he had desired since September sitting in front of him, naked, playing with her pussy, had made him completely stop.

Vickie let him enjoy as the beam never left that spot between her legs.

"Take off you clothes," she said, breaking the spell.

He obeyed.

After a few moments, he stopped moving and Vickie asked, "Are you naked?"

"Yes," he answered, his voice suddenly abandoning him.

"Use the flashlight and let me see," demanded the teacher.

Dave turned the light on himself and displayed his rock hard cock to his teacher.

"Come here, SIX. Let me suck your cock."

Just the way his teacher said that made him even harder and he did not hesitate to stand beside his teacher and he used the flashlight to shine on her pretty face as she leaned toward him with her mouth open and wanting. He watched as his cock disappeared into her mouth and felt her free hand as it cupped his balls.

She pulled back and said, "I want your cum, SIX. Fill my mouth. Please."

He swayed his hips and fucked her mouth as she greedily held it with her lips. Dave was disappointed that he felt the early signs of orgasm. He wanted this to last much, much longer but it was all too exciting for him. His beautiful, sexy teacher sucking his cock, wanting him to cum in her mouth was too much excitement and he thought his knees would buckle as the first stream of cum exploded from his cock into his teacher's mouth.

He felt her grip on his balls as she milked them. Her lips clamped over the head of his cock, expecting more and getting more. Much more. Dave spewed a total of five streams of cum into her mouth and she didn't miss a drop. Vickie finally let his cock slip from her mouth but she held it with the hand that previously cupped his balls. She returned a hand between her legs and started to masturbate again as she held his cock and slowly licked it, cleaned it and occasionally clamping the head between her lips trying to coax more cum into her mouth.




Sixth Period Trig Pt. 09



Sudden;y she sat up straight and said, "Get dressed."

It seemed so sudden. Such a radical change in her attitude that he was a little shocked but he quickly dressed and started to leave.

As he neared the door her heard his teacher call his name.

"Put the flashlight back, please."

He went towards her, his eyes had adjusted so that he could see her. He noticed that her fingers were still busy as he picked up the flashlight.

She whispered his name again.

He looked at her and she motioned for him to come closer.

"Do me favor?" she asked.

"Anything," he replied.

"Lick my pussy. Please."

Dave sank to his knees and moved his head between her knees. He could smell her, her sex, her excitement. He couldn't believe that he was hard again as his teacher put her hand behind his head and pulled him to her pussy. He opened his mouth and snaked out his tongue dipped it into the folds of her pussy, wet with excitement. He lost control and he licked and inhaled her sweet aroma. 

If Dave thought that he was fast to orgasm then his teacher beat him. Vickie held his head as she pushed up her hips, trying to bury his face. Dave's cheeks were soaked with her essence but he wanted to be no other place that he was now. His head between her legs, his tongue lapping at her pussy and finally licking the wetness from her thighs, trying to clean her like she cleaned him.

"Dave," she said softly.

He looked up from between her legs, not wanting to stop licking her."

"Umph," was all he could muster.

"Thank you," she said as her fingers snaked through his hair as he continued to attend to her pussy.

Tuesday

Vickie turned off the alarm but laid in bed as she fingered herself. She was doing that a lot lately and thought about the night before. She wondered if it were natural to like sucking cock. She sure liked it. She also liked the way SIX licked her. It was these thoughts that lead to another orgasm.

Finally up, showered and ready, she looked at herself in the mirror. Today she would tone it down a bit. Skirt, knee length, modest with a modest sweater. Back to her early school year dress. Six and Mary Ellen would be disappointed. Well, maybe not Mary Ellen because she would get all the attention.

She got to school early and went to her room. She actually liked this time to herself. It gave her the opportunity to get some of the school work that she had been avoiding done and plan. After a while, she stopped and took out her phone. She looked at the picture of Nicole and could not understand what was going on.

It was weird but at that moment, her door opened and there stood Nicole.

"I saw you come in early, Miss Roache. Thought I'd say hi."

"Hi Nicole. How are you?"

Vickie didn't know quite what to say to this girl but it was like Nicole could read her mind.

"I'm fine. Just trying to make people's lives merry and happy. One being at a time."

Before she realized what she was saying, Vickie blurted out, "Like Mr. Jacobs?"

Nicole was not the least bit shocked.

"I figured you saw that. Mr. Jacobs is a nice, older guy. Great teacher. Handsome. Likes the students. The students like him. He's one of the honest ones. Would never do anything to hurt anybody so I give a present, a pick-me-up sorta, you know, spice up his day."

Vickie listened and was surprised that she was not shocked.

"Does he know that it's you?"

"Don't know. Don't care. I like doing it. He likes it, can't you tell by the way he runs off?"

"What?" Vickie didn't understand.

"Poor Mr. Jacobs is easily excitable. I guess he needs to relieve himself. Poor, poor man. I just get him so excited that he has to run to the faculty men's room and jerk off."

Vickie knew that she was sitting there with her mouth open in disbelief. "No way."

"Way," snapped aback Nicole. "Want to prove it?"

"How?"

"Mr. Jacobs is in his room. Early as usual. How about a test?"

Nicole walked towards Miss Roache and handed her her phone. Suddenly Nicole raised her sweater. She was braless and her breasts swayed.

Vickie just stared, not believing what was happening.

"Take a picture, teach. Make sure it's boobs only. No face."

Vickie found herself raising the camera, focusing on Nicole's nakedness and taking a picture.

Nicole lowered her sweater and motioned for Vickie to come to the door, which Nicole opened enough so that the could look out and see Mr. Jacob's room. His door was closed.

Vickie played with her phone and then made a big deal about showing her Mr. Jacob's number and pressing SEND."

The Nicole started counting down. "Five, four, three, two...," but suddenly Mr. Jacob's door flung open and he was holding his crotch in the empty corridors as he headed towards the faculty areas.

They both laughed and Nicole said, "No harm, no foul. The man likes boobs. Plus he's a good guy."

Nicole looked Vickie over slowly and then said, "I bet you'd really make his day."

"What do you mean?" Vickie knew but she pretended to be shocked.

"Come on. It's fun. You're beautiful and you know you want to do it."

"What..," was all Vickie could say before Nicole said, "I've seen the way you walk in the corridors, the way students look at you, the way you dress. You're a living temptation."

"I'm a living.. what?"

"I wish we could survey how many students lie in bed at night, think of you and jerk off. Not just boys either. You know it and you like it. Why not let Mr. Jacobs do it during the day. Come on. Lift that sweater."

Nicole stood there, camera ready and waited. 

Vickie was saddened because it seemed as if another student could control her but she got excited as she slowly raised her sweater. She just could not stop herself. She got the sweater high enough to reveal her bra encased breasts but Nicole quickly reached around her and with deft fingers undid the clasp and her breasts burst free.



Nicole smiled and said, "spectacular."

Vickie heard the shutter click and knew that this girl had a naked picture of her.

Nicole showed it to her and thankfully her face was not in it.

"I know that you're free after sixth period. I'll send it to him then."

Nicole looked at the picture, "Lucky guy. Hope you don't mind if I keep a picture myself."

Vickie just stood there, shocked by what she just agreed to do when Nicole put the phone down and pulled her bra down over her breast. Nicole lifted her breasts, one at a time, so that they rested in the cups and refastened the bra, and pulled down the sweater.

"I heard that you were going on the class trip next week."

Vickie just nodded.

"Great. Secluded beaches, hot weather. Very erotic. I bet we have lots of fun. Lots of people to tease."

Vickie knew that it was not really a sanctioned class trip but rather a group of seniors just wanting to celebrate the near completion of their high school years.

"You're going?" asked Vickie.

"Wouldn't miss it. I don't want to miss the opportunity to wear as little as possible. Nice beaches. Really nice. Remember to watch out for lucky Mr. Jacobs seventh period."

The end of sixth period

Class had its normal sex charged atmosphere but at least Miss Roache didn't draw too much attention because of her modest attire. She couldn't wait until the end of class and couldn't believe that she not only agreed to send a picture of her naked breasts to another teacher but was anxiously anticipating his reaction. She hoped that he liked her. 

The bell ending the period mercifully rang and Vickie waited until all the students were gone and then closed her door. She figured that Nicole would wait a few minutes. Vickie opened the door a crack so she could see undetected. Mr. Jacobs had a class and they were still entering. Vickie was getting excited and didn't even notice that she had hiked up her skirt and jammed her hand down inside her panties and massaged her pussy as she waited. Her fingers flicked over her pussy as she watched, wondering how long Nicole would wait.

She was near an orgasm when she spotted Nicole. It figures that the girl would want to see the reaction and knew that Vickie would be watching. Nicole held the phone up so that the peeking teacher could see and pressed send. With her hand held high, she mimicked counted down with her fingers. At one, Mr. Jacob's door flew open and he raced down the hall with his phone in hand, not bothering to get coverage for his class. Nicole covered her mouth and walked to Miss Roache's room.

Vickie saw the girl was headed towards her room and yanked her hand out of her panties, straightened her skirt and opened the door. Nicole entered and closed it behind her.

"So, Miss Roache, math teacher with perfect boobs how does it feel knowing some guy is jerking off looking at your tits?"

Before Vickie could say anything, Nicole grabbed her hand. "I know all about Miss Roache. I know your needs, your desires, I know all about you."

Nicole brought the teacher's hand to her face and inhaled. "I knew it. My naughty teacher was playing with her pussy while she was waiting." Nicole breathed in deeply and said, "smells good, teach. Very good." Vickie watched as the senior took her middle finger that a few minutes ago was caressing her clit into her mouth and licked it.

"Tastes good, too. Some day I'd like to try it straight from the source. Some day real soon, teach. By the way, last night I did the same thing while I was in bed, looking at your boobs. Bye teach."

Only a few more days until the break, Vickie thought. She wondered if she would make it.

In the days that followed, Vickie tried to remain on task. Mary Ellen had sent her emails about her friend wanting a repeat performance but Vickie kept postponing it. Same for SIX. It wasn't as if Vickie didn't think about her session with Six, and Mary Ellen's friend, or Nicole or Veronica or James or Elona or Jenn, who seemed to be brooding. Vickie just wanted to get things done and prepare for the vacation. She was thinking that this vacation could change everything for her, maybe even end her career.

The week ended with only one strange incident. It was Thursday and Elona's presence was noticed by more and more boys. She sat on top of her desk as she had done before, facing the back of the class, so that her feet were on her chair. The boys all stood in front of her, facing her and the front of the room. The last few days, whenever Miss Roache asked them to sit so that she could start class, the boys would groan. It was the only form of dissent that was ever displayed in class. When class ended Miss Roache asked Elona to stay behind for a second to discuss something.

The class emptied and Vickie asked Elona if everything was okay.

Elona had an accent, maybe a European or Slavic tone but it was kind of sexy.

"I be okay, Miss Roache."

The girl held her books tight to her chest and did not offer more.

"The boys don't seem to like it when I start class, Elona, What's that all about?"

Elona thought for a moment and said, "The boys like to look at my pussy." But Elona's accent made it sound like she was saying Pooh -See.

Vickie said, "You let them see you, like that?"

Elona giggled. "No, Miss Roache. I be teasing them." She then put her books down and lifted her skirt to reveal powder blue panties with Garfield the cat on the front. 

"I show them this pooh-see. You think they like?"

Vickie smiled and said, "I'm sure they do, Elona. But maybe you shouldn't show them in class. Okay."

Elona picked up her books and said, "Okay. But you very sexy lady and you show them."

Vickie didn't say anything as Elona walked out of the classroom. 



Vickie got home and went to her computer. There was an email from Mary Ellen.

Yo teach,

Ready for the trip. Hope you have a bathing suit. And I don't mean an old ladies suit. Let me know.

ME

Vickie hadn't even thought about a bathing suit or attire for a hot climate, so she emailed Mary Ellen that she would need one.

Mary Ellen replied quickly.

Yo teach,

Pick me up and we'll go to Pam's store. NOW!

ME

Vickie picked Mary Ellen up and they drove to the mall. It was a little more crowded that usual and Pam's store had about three or four customers inside. Pam was waiting on some guy when she spotted Mary Ellen and Vickie. She held up a finger, indicating that she could be with them quickly. 

In a few moments she came over and they told her what she needed. Pam went to the back room and came out with an armful of assorted clothing for Vickie to try, and said, "wish I could help, but I'm really busy. Go try something on and when I have a chance I'll help. Okay?"

"Thanks Pam," said Vickie as she took the pile of clothes and she and Mary Ellen went to the dressing room. They sorted out the pile of clothes and found the bathing suits. Mary Ellen held up the hanger and showed her teacher. 

"That's a bathing suit?" said a shocked Vickie, "I could never wear that in public?"

"Quiet!" demanded Mary Ellen, "You just try it on and I'll tell you if you're going to wear it in public. Now hurry."

Vickie was shocked at the tone of her voice but wanted to obey. She found it exciting to obey. She stripped down to nothing and put on the tiny suit. It barely contained her breasts and they noticeably bounced under the flimsy material. The bottom was merely a triangular patch that somehow covered her private area but did not cover most of her shapely ass. 

"Turn around," demanded Mary Ellen. 

Vickie obeyed and felt a little excitement.

"I like it. Do you?" asked Mary Ellen.

"I think it's a little too revealing. I mean I'll be with students, you know."

"Yes, I know. That's the whole point. They've been starving to see your body all year. They've been good and now you're going to give them a treat. I don't care what you think. Put that aside, you'll take it."

Vickie started to untie the string behind her neck when Mary Ellen stopped her.

"Wait. I want you to see how it looks. Go out and look in the mirror."

"But, Mary Ellen. The store is crowded and I feel so.. so vulnerable."

"Go out and look, now"

Vickie knew she wanted to comply, so she slowly opened the curtain to the dressing room and walked into the area that had mirrors. 

The crowded store suddenly got quieter as more and more people noticed the scantly clad customer. Vickie could see the people openly staring at her in the reflection as she looked at herself. She felt so sexy, so excited that she pushed her chest out as she stood sideways, inspecting her attire.

When she walked back into the dressing room, Mary Ellen had another suit for her to try on. Vickie didn't hesitate and changed. The bra top was even smaller. Tiny patches of cloth that covered her nipples and allowing her full breasts to spill out the sides. The bottom was another tiny triangle but just a string in the back. Nothing to cover her ass.

Without being told, she opened the curtain and again went to the mirror. There were more people there watching her. She heard very nice comments about her body. One nice man even asked her to turn slowly so that he could soak in her beauty. Vickie was happy to oblige.

It went like this for an hour. Vickie tried on more suits, sexy dresses, shorts, abbreviated tops and was quick to strut in front of her appreciative audience. The crowd got larger and some even applauded.

Finally finished, Vickie went opened the curtain in the attire that she originally wore. The crowd groaned but Vickie raised two suits and asked for a vote. The people continued to vote and eventually selected the skimpiest bathing suit, the sexiest little cocktail dress, the most revealing tops and Vickie thanked them as they slowly went on their way.

Pam, who had watched the entire show, came over and said, "I'm giving you my discount. I sold more clothes than ever. Maybe you could be my model. It's a good thing Doug wasn't here. He'd never survive. I couldn't believe how many stiffies there were in the store."

Vickie looked confused and said, "Stiffies?"

"Hard cocks, teach. Rock hard cocks filled with lust, all of them wanted to slip into your incredible body. You're a walking fantasy."

Vickie felt a glow fill her body and thought of Nicole. What she said and felt a little sad that so many men had to walk away in that condition. 

"I wish I was going with you," said Pam. She then walked over to her favorite customer, and kissed her. Not just a small peck on the cheek but a full mouth to open mouth kiss that Vickie returned.

Pam broke the kiss and looked at Mary Ellen, "sorry. couldn't help myself."

"No problem, she has that effect on people," and Mary Ellen approached the young sales girl. She ran her fingers through her hair and she kissed the receptive girl. "maybe after this trip, we could get together. You know, to swap stories or whatever."

Pam smiled and said, "I'd like that."

Student and teacher bought the clothes. They went back to Vickie's place and spent the entire evening deciding on what the students would think of her new wardrobe.

Just before Mary Ellen left, Vickie said, "Too bad it's so late."

"Why? My wicked teacher."

"Well, I was thinking, maybe we could pretend that you gave me two sleeping pills."

"You are so, so naughty. You want my friend's cock in your mouth, right?"

"Mmm, but you make it sound so bad."

"Sorry, too late teach. Go to bed and masturbate. Just like all those poor guys in Pam's store will be doing. I can't believe that you're responsible for all that cum that will be spilled tonight."

"Go to bed, now, teach."

Vickie obeyed.

Friday at School

Attendance was dismal. Well, it was the day before break and most of the school seemed to start it a day early, except Nicole. She burst into Vickie's classroom. She then closed and locked the door behind her. 

"Come here, quickly, come here," she demanded as she stood in front of her desk. 

Vickie noticed that she had her phone in her hand and again and she motioned for Vickie to lean against the front of her desk. She was a whirr of motion, as she moved aside some student's desks, took some things off the teacher's desk and placed Miss Roache on the left side of the front of her desk.

"Quick, get ready," she said and Vickie was shocked when Nicole threw her sweater up and over her head, revealing her naked breasts.

"Hurry, Miss Roache, tick tock, hurry let's go."

Vickie was baffled and didn't know what the girl wanted but she was enjoying looking at the student's nakedness.

Exasperated, Nicole finally stood in front of Vickie and started to unbutton the teacher's blouse. Vickie didn't move and just let the eager student do what she was doing, until she too was naked from the waist up. Nicole leaned on the desk beside her and snuggled close. She put her right arm over the teacher's shoulder and pulled her closer, so close their breasts touched. Nicole had the fingers of her right hand spread over the chest of the teacher as she raised her left hand and used her phone to take a picture.

Vickie couldn't believe that she just let her do whatever she wanted and was eager to see the picture. The girl had a knack for getting the picture framed perfectly. No faces, just boobs. BO as Nicole would call it. Boobs Only.

She typed Mr. Jacobs a text, "Enjoy your week off. Big surprise after vacation." and inserted the photo and sent it.

"What's the big surprise?" asked Vickie.

"Pussy, of course," replied Nicole.

"You're going to send him a picture of your pussy?"

"Our pussies, teach. Ours!"

She then gave Miss Roache a tight hug, mashing their breasts together and said, "See you on the island, teach. I have a feeling it will be memorable." Then she left.



Sixth Period Trig Pt. 10



Many, thanks to Sandi3743. Without you, I wouldn't have finished, actually, I wouldn't have started. Your comments and editing skills are very much appreciated.

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Sunday evening

This was the first day of her vacation and Vickie was exhausted as she was finally able to sit in her window seat near the rear of the plane. If only she didn't leave everything until the last moment. The packing, the letters she wrote, the arrangements that she thought were necessary all because of this vacation.

Vickie knew that she was not the same person that she was in September. She realized that she was playing a dangerous game, a game that could cause her considerable embarrassment, a course of action that could cost her job, her reputation, maybe even her freedom.

But Vickie couldn't help herself. She was changed and she enjoyed her new found life but she knew that her teaching career would probably end. In one of her bags was a letter that she would send to the superintendent of schools explaining her resignation from her position. It was a total lie about leaving for sick family but she felt that she might need a way out. She waited to mail it because she loved teaching, she loved the molding of young lives, she loved her students, which was the reason why she had to resign. Students talked, students bragged, students gloated and that would be her demise.

She left her landlord an extra month's rent, placing it along with a note on the small table in her apartment. He'd find it in a couple of weeks when he didn't hear from her. She wasn't sure why she was doing this but the planning made her feel better, even if she didn't know where she would go or what she would do.

She planned on paying all her bills. Vickie wasn't one to shirk her responsibility; she was just horny, so very, very aroused at the thought of this island vacation with her senior class.

The flight was a red eye and thankfully only about half full. When the flight attendant announced that they were ready for pushback, Vickie did as instructed and fastened her seatbelt and took notice of her surroundings. Only one other person sat in her three-seat section. A man sat in the aisle seat, leaving a comfortable emptiness between them.

Vickie stared out the small window, watching her world get smaller and smaller and thought about the school year. She never felt so alive before, so aware of her body and its needs, never so excited. She thought of her life before this year and what a recluse she was becoming, until SIX, Dave, awakened her dormant desires.

He awakened her to new feelings, new experiences, new sensations and he was a very capable teacher. Vickie had never touched a man before but because of Dave, she knew how to use her hands on a man. Thoughts of stroking him fueled her thoughts. She liked the feel of his hardness in her hand, her hand giving him pleasure, the look on his face when he climaxed, the feel of the warmth of his seed as it covered her hand.

She had never used her mouth before but now she was amazed at how much she liked having a man's cock in her mouth; the smell, the taste, the anticipation when he would explode and fill her mouth with his cum. She could almost taste him now.

The flight was filled with these thoughts, of her experiences. The Vickie of September would never dream of desiring another female but the Vickie of today thought of Mary Ellen, Veronica, Nicole, even Pam and how they seemed to control her. She thought of the nights she and Mary Ellen spent in bed, naked, touching each other, fingering each other. The way Veronica teased her, the way she allowed Nicole to take pictures of her naked chest.

Vickie had experienced so many new things but she knew that she had one big sensation yet to sample, intercourse; she wanted to get laid, to have a man inside her, to fuck. She even knew who would be her first. It had to be Dave, just had to be. She just didn't know how it would come about but she knew it would happen on this vacation.

The constant hum of the airliner's engine seemed to be hypnotic as Vickie thought back. She couldn't believe how she almost totally exposed herself to that group at the mall, how Pam gave her sexy clothes to try at the store and how she liked modeling them to gawking strangers.

"Ma'am, ma'am..."

Vickie's head turned and realized the cute attendant was holding a blanket in her outstretched hand, offering it to her.

Then Vickie realized that her own hand was jammed down the front of her slacks.

She looked at the attendant, horrified that she was caught touching herself. Horrified that the male passenger in her row was staring at her.

"Ma'am, it's okay, here, cover yourself. It's a long flight, enjoy."

Vickie took the blanket and spread it over herself, and once covered she put her hand back down inside her clothing. She continued to finger her excited sex, but instead of looking out the window, she stared at the man. 

He just watched and Vickie wondered why he didn't move closer to her. She continued to pleasure herself, knowing she was acting like a slut as she stared at him. She was mentally begging him to replace her hand with his, trying to send telepathic messages to him that it would be okay to touch her, to finger her but he just watched until she finally climaxed. Vickie closed her eyes and didn't open them until she felt the plane's descent.

Once the plane had stopped, the signal was given that it was safe to unbuckle. The passengers in the rear of the plane stayed seated as the front disembarked first.

Her seat mate turned and smiled at her and she returned one in kind, almost telling him that he missed his opportunity and wondering what his cock would feel like between her lips.

He got her overhead bag for her and Vickie slowly followed the queue to exit the plane and begin her new adventure.

Early Monday morning

Vickie was in a taxi headed to her hotel. She couldn't appreciate the true beauty of the island because of the darkness but the warmth of the tropical evening took the edge off of the colder climate that her body was accustomed to. 

She checked into the hotel and her planned short nap turned into a much needed sleep.

She awoke a little after noon, island time. 

This was the first true vacation for Vickie and she was unsure of proper island attire. She unpacked, eyeing each article of clothing to determine if it was appropriate. She was thankful that she brought some conservative clothes. When she finished unpacking, Vickie donned a pair of shorts and a top. She examined herself in the bathroom mirror and determined that she was dressed very conservatively. Pam would not approve, she thought. She headed out her hotel room door, down the elevator in search of her vacationing students.

No one gave her so much as a glance as she strode throughout the hotel lobby and finally the outside patio. Most, if not all of the women wore very little clothing. Vickie had never seen so much cleavage, side breast views, tanned bottoms with a thin thong that did a poor job of covering the firm asses of the vacationing females. Vickie felt overdressed but continued her search for her students, who were also at this hotel.

The lush hotel had two huge pools, one in the shape of a heart. That's where Vickie spotted Mary Ellen. She almost missed her due to the number of boys surrounding her. Vickie walked closer but she wanted to observe the scene before she was spotted.

Mary Ellen was barely visible but she stood and was in the middle of at least five boys. Vickie only recognized Joey; the other boys were strangers but Vickie assumed that they were also tourists since most islanders would not venture onto Hotel grounds unless they worked at the hotel.

Vickie was dying to see what Mary Ellen was wearing and thought back to those days in the classroom when Mary Ellen would purposely leave the front of her blouse open knowing the boys could see her chest. She actually sighed as she remembered the feel and taste of those incredible breasts. Tits, Vickie corrected herself, Mary Ellen wanted her teacher to call them tits. She wondered just how much of her student's tits were visible right now.

She Spotted Veronica and as usual, James was close by, but at least his hand wasn't between her legs as it usually was in class.

She spotted Nicole lounging by the pool and of course she had on that familiar necklace. A boy sat upright on each side, facing the prone girl. Vickie got a little envious as the boys stared at her ample cleavage that was barely contained in her skimpy top, the necklace snuggling between her breasts.

She then saw Jose and Brian floating on a raft in the pool, and then Elona walking towards the diving board. Vickie watched the girl, never really appreciating the slim girl's tall, compact body and her proud breasts before today. Elona dove into the pool and Vickie noticed more than a few boys watching her.

Tommy sat with his feet dangling into the pool and it appeared that he was even more lonely here than he was in school. 

She kept looking for Dave, SIX, the student that was responsible for her change, but Vickie couldn't find him.

She felt hot, standing in the sun and suddenly she heard her name.

"Miss Roach, Hey Vickie."

It was Mary Ellen. The boys parted and allowed her to walk towards the teacher. Vickie soaked in the girl's youthful beauty. The top of her suit was low cut and her ample breasts jiggled with her movement. The suit bottom was small but covered her. Mary Ellen suddenly stopped and twirled, giving her teacher a view of the entire package, a scantily clad package. Mary Ellen's youthful ass was barely covered. While the back of her suit was not a thong, it was very thin and left most of her exposed.

She approached her teacher and hugged her and then stepped back to look at her teacher.

"What happened, teach?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've regressed. You look like the old Miss Roach. Not old, you know what I mean, the way you used to dress. Didn't you bring those outfits we picked out?"

"Um, yes, I brought them, it's just that..."

Mary Ellen didn't let her finish; she grabbed Vickie's hand and dragged her back to the hotel lobby.

"What room you in?"

"812."

"Let's go. Right now. Do I have to teach you everything?"

Vickie felt like Mary Ellen was scolding her but she turned and followed her, not wanting to disappoint her.

Mary Ellen led her to the elevator and they entered when the door opened. Two hotel employees also entered, one carrying a tray with a covered dish on it and the other pushing a cart. They were all quiet as they rose.

The women were the first to get off and Vickie headed towards her room.

"Wait," said Mary Ellen.

Vickie stopped.

"I want to see something. Just wait."

Mary Ellen just stared at the numbers indicating the current floor of the elevator. It went to nine and stopped and then quickly headed down.

"Four," said Mary Ellen.

Vickie didn't understand but watched the numbers with Mary Ellen and sure enough the elevator stopped at the fourth floor.

"Uh huh" said Mary Ellen, "I knew it."

"Knew what?' asked Vickie as they started to walk towards room 812.

"They were supposed to get off on the fourth floor."

"How do you know?"

"There was a piece of paper on the tray that guy was carrying and it had a name along with room 410. The man with the cart had the same piece of paper. They should have gotten off on four."

"So what?" said a very confused teacher, "Then why didn't they?"

They got to Vickie's room and she opened the door and they entered.

"They got sidetracked, teach. The same way you did."

"What are you talking about?"

Mary Ellen laughed and then said, "Boobs; they were staring at my boobs. You were staring at my boobs. They either missed their floor by accident or on purpose but my boobs caused it. Boobs can be a powerful thing, teach and I'm going to make sure that you show more of yours. Okay?"

Vickie started to say something but Mary Ellen put a finger to her teacher's lips to shush her and deftly reached behind her back and pulled the thin string that bound her top, causing it to drop. Mary Ellen stood in front of her teacher, tall and proud and almost completely naked and Vickie soaked in her student's beauty.

Mary Ellen took Vickie's hand and placed it on her naked breast.

"All day long, hungry, horny boys, and men, staring, even some women gawking at my chest. Makes a girl kinda horny, teach. Been horny all day, waiting, now give me some love."

She reached behind her teacher's head and pulled her willing head towards her and then down until the teacher's open mouth surrounded her nipple and she sucked.

"Remember everything that I taught you, Miss Roache."

Mary Ellen moved her head back and forth from one breast to the other, enjoying the attention when she finally dropped her hands.

Vickie stood up straight, and Mary Ellen said, "Look at you." She then turned her teacher to face the mirror.

"This won't do at all; nope, not at all. Let's get you out of these old lady clothes right now."

Mary Ellen pulled the teacher's top over her head and threw it on the bed; next, she unhooked her bra and added it to the shirt. Vickie stood passively as Mary Ellen's hands squeezed her naked breasts, and in an instant she dropped to her knees in front of Vickie and pulled down her shorts. Vickie did nothing to stop her and when her panties were soon being pulled down her legs, she submissively lifted one leg then the other to allow Mary Ellen to strip her completely. 

Mary Ellen's eyes went to her teacher's sex and she said, "You have the cutest pussy."

The eighteen year old leaned forward and her mouth was just about to reach its prize, when there was a knock on the door.

Vickie started to move to the bathroom, but Mary Ellen told her not to move, "This is the islands, teach, you have to learn to let it hang loose."

Mary Ellen went to the door and opened it with the chain still securing the door.

She said a few words and then she swung the door open and Vickie was mortified that she would be seen naked by whoever was entering.

She stayed in place and forced herself not to move. Her mind raced, her breath quickened as she realized that she enjoyed being exposed, enjoyed showing her nakedness to another person.

The voice, it sounded so familiar and then she saw Nicole.

"I thought I saw you. Checked the desk and sure enough Miss Vickie Roach, room 812."

Nicole walked towards the teacher, making no pretense of staring at her naked chest, staring at her naked pussy.

She didn't say a word and finally she stood in front of her. Nicole leaned forward and kissed Vickie softly on the lips.

Vickie liked the feel of her lips on hers and still didn't move.

Nicole then cupped each breast in a hand and held them, letting her thumb glide over the teacher's sensitive nipple.

"Very nice, teach, may I indulge myself, Mary Ellen?" Nicole asked as she lifted a breast towards her lips.

Mary Ellen just nodded yes and Nicole busied herself licking one tit then the other. 

Nicole continued to mouth her and she didn't ask permission as she let one tit drop and lowered her hand and cupped Vickie's shaved pussy.

The teacher's mind swirled with thoughts. She remembered that evening when Mary Ellen told her to shave 'down there'. When the teacher protested, Mary Ellen knew why. "Never did it before, huh, teach. Want me to help?" Vickie felt so controlled, so submissive, but so excited when her student had her sit, legs spread wide as she diligently went about the task. Finished, Mary Ellen held a mirror so the teacher could evaluate her work. "Everyone will want to touch you, teach," predicted Mary Ellen and here was Nicole, sampling her.

The teacher knew she was going to truly enjoy this island if this was the usual manner in which she would be greeted.

Nicole stood straight up and stared directly into Vickie's eyes as she slowly caressed her wetness until she dipped a finger inside the receptive teacher's pussy.

Mary Ellen broke up this sexual interlude and said, "Come on, we have to her appropriately dressed for the pool."

Nicole reluctantly withdrew her finger and used her wet digit to make tiny damp rings on Vickie's nipple, only to then bend over and lick it clean.

"Delicious, Miss Roache," said Nicole as she licked Vickie's essence from her finger and looked at Mary Ellen, "May I reserve some pussy time for later?"

Mary Ellen smiled and Vickie laughed and answered, "Okay, sure but you don't need a reservation."

"When they all see you, teach, I'll need a reservation."

They spent the good part of an hour dressing and then undressing the teacher. Making her model the skimpy swimwear and then stripping her so she could try on another. Between each they would make it a point of groping her breasts and now puffy nipples, to run a quick hand between her legs, testing her state of arousal, making sure that she stayed aroused.

At last the two girls evaluated their work and decided that for the first day, this current swimsuit would be suitable. They turned her towards the mirror and let her see what she looked like.

Vickie's heart skipped a beat as she looked at herself. Even though she had tried on this suit with Pam, the thought of going outside where everyone could see her was both scary and exhilarating. Her top was like a single white strip of cloth that stretched tightly across her chest, a glorified tube top. Vickie could see the hint of her nipples through the material and wondered what would happen if she ever got it wet.

The bottom was a little more generous than Mary Ellen's swim suit bottom. The material fit her like a small pair of boxer briefs but hugged her body tightly and was very low cut. Vickie could feel the material hugging tightly between her legs and again wondered what would happen if it ever got wet, wet from either side.

She turned and was thankful that her butt was more covered than Mary Ellen's.

"So..." said Mary Ellen, waiting to hear her teacher's opinion.

"I can't..."

Mary Ellen gave her a stern look. "Don't say can't... Just don't... Look, you're as sexy as fuck and every man on this island will want to do just that. You're a walking erection maker. Grab a wrap, a towel, and some lotion and let's go down and see just how many tents your hot bod will cause.

"She's right, Miss. You are beautiful. Don't be afraid to show it off."

Vickie took one last look at herself in the mirror, sucked in a deep breath and said to Nicole, "Vickie."

"Huh?" replied Nicole.

"Call me Vickie, please. I have this rule that anyone who has had a finger in my pussy can no longer call me miss. Okay?"

"Okay. Yes, Okay Vickie, let's go raise some blood pressure."

While she gathered the items that Mary Ellen mentioned the two girls made comments about having Vickie appear in class dressed like this. Wouldn't it be awesome to have her teach about vectors when every boy in class would be able to demonstrate?

Vickie had to take a quick peek in the mirror to see if her skimpy suit betrayed her excitement. Other than two small bumps caused by her nipples, she was good to go. Vickie was getting excited as she stowed her stuff in her small fishnet bag that tied to her wrist.

They left the apartment and entered a crowded elevator. The women had to squeeze in but the crowd allowed them to by pushing further to the rear of the car. Everyone was facing front, pressed against one another. Vickie could feel the man behind her. His hand was on her upper leg and she could feel him push his midsection against her bottom. She smiled to herself as she thought about what Mary Ellen said. Vickie had one tent to her credit and she was already enjoying her vacation.

The elevator doors opened and it seemed that everyone was getting out at the hotel lobby. Vickie waited an instant and actually pushed her sexy butt back, against the erection behind her and then left, without turning around. 




Sixth Period Trig Pt. 10



The teacher walked between her two students, across the same lobby that she walked across just a little while ago without so much as a glance, but now almost everyone looked.

Vickie knew that the two stunning students drew many looks but Vickie could feel the stares and it excited her. Mary Ellen reached subtly for her hand and gave it a squeeze as if she could read her mind. Vickie accentuated every step, knowing that her ample chest jiggled with every pace and she knew then that she would wear whatever Mary Ellen or Nicole suggested. If they told her to strip naked, right now, she'd do it. She knew that she was totally submissive to these two girls, and she accepted it happily.

Outside, on the pool patio, Vickie slipped on her sunglasses but noticed more eyes followed the trio as they made their way to the lounge chair that Mary Ellen had reserved.

Mary Ellen flopped down in the chair leaving Nicole and Vickie standing. They weren't alone for long. Suddenly there were young men all around the two and a boy pulled up an empty lounge chair and sat close, facing Mary Ellen. 

"Can I help you?" asked Mary Ellen stretching in the lounger as she talked, spreading her legs slightly.

"You've done quite a bit already," the boy replied. "I'm Raoul and this is my best bud, Josh."

Mary Ellen heard the scrape of the lounger on her other side and noticed a tall, muscular, dark man sit on her other side.

"Raoul, Josh," she said acknowledging the two, "Just what have I done?"

"You showed up, that's what you did."

"Say what?"

"We couldn't help but watch you today. Now don't worry, we're not stalkers. We just appreciate beautiful women and you are beautiful. I just wish we knew your name."

"Mary Ellen. I hope that's not all that you wished for," said Mary Ellen as she patted each boy's knee.

"You guys vacationing?"

"No," said Josh. "We like to scope out the hotel's pool to see if we know anyone."

"Liar," claimed Mary Ellen, "You're looking for some unsuspecting, young, naive female tourist with the hope of charming them and getting some action."

"Mary Ellen!" scolded a shocked Vickie while Nicole just smiled.

It was Raoul who protested first, "Oh, no, we... we just..."

Mary Ellen just patted his knee, "I didn't say that was a bad thing, Josh. I'm young, female, unsuspecting and I do find you guys to be charming, but this pool is not quite the secluded island getaway spot that we dreamed about."

"We?" asked Raoul, "You mean these two sexy ladies?" meaning Nicole and Vickie.

"Um yup, and others, some more girls and a few boys, we're on a class trip, down here in this sultry, tropical island, looking to unwind, to go a little wild before we graduate and face the world.

Mary Ellen looked up and said, "This is Nicole, a fellow member of our senior class." Nicole did a little curtsy. "And this is Vickie."

"Ah, you have stunning classmates, so nice to meet your fellow seniors."

"Oh, Vickie is not a senior."

"No? She's much too, um too, too .. oh, I can't find the word.." stuttered Raoul.

"Developed?" added Nicole.

"MMm, yes."

Mary Ellen added, despite a leer from Vickie that she should not divulge too much information. 

"Vicke is a freshman in college, she was a dear friend and asked if she could tag along, so, here she is," Mary Ellen lied.

They chatted for almost an hour when Raoul asked to be excused and left with Josh.

They returned a mere five minutes later and Raoul said, "We know a very special, secluded beach that none of the hotel guest know about; most residents aren't even aware of it. Very few people go there. Josh and I would be honored to share the island's more remote places with you and your friends.

"Awesome," answered Mary Ellen before either Vickie or Nicole could answer.

"It's too late, today. How about we pick you up tomorrow morning and drive you there."

"I don't think we could all fit in one car," explained Mary Ellen.

"Car, oh no, we have a mini bus; Plenty of room. How about you be out front at nine, tomorrow morning."

They all looked at each other and two of the three nodded yes, Vickie was nervous.

The boys left and they watched as they gave each other high fives.

"Could be trouble, you know," said Vickie.

"There will be more of us than them. Don't be a nag," retorted Mary Ellen.

"I'm not nagging; Do you know of how many young women get in trouble on these remote islands?"

"We'll be fine. Let's tell the others."

"Wait," Mary Ellen said with a sense of urgency.

She grabbed Nicole's hand and pulled her away for a private conversation.

"What's up?" said a confused Nicole.

"I'm not sure if it's a good idea."

"But, I thought you said..."

"I'm not worried about being safe, I think we'll be fine. I'm worried about the guys."

"They wouldn't do anything..."

"I know, not on purpose, anyway, but, let me explain; If we go to a secluded beach, do you think we could get Miss Roache to, um, you know, do you think we could get her to reveal what the natives reveal?"

"You think that it's some sort of a topless beach, Mary Ellen?"

"Could be," she smiled, "I'm hoping. If it is do you think we could get Vickie to agree..."

"We can get her to do anything we want, anything," Nicole interrupted.

"I'm sure we can too," agreed Mary Ellen. "But, I'm afraid that the other boys aren't ready to adjust to seeing their math teacher in that light. I'm afraid that when we get back to school, one of them, maybe more will brag. Boys can't seem to help themselves. Maybe we should just go by ourselves. You, me, Vickie and Dave. He won't talk, he's responsible for turning her."

"But, Josh and Raoul will be there."

"That's okay, We'll never see them again, so who cares."

The girls walked back to Vickie and Mary Ellen said to Vickie, "We're going to a special beach tomorrow, with Josh and Raoul. I don't want you to say anything to the others."

"Why?'

"Just do as you're told," scolded Mary Ellen and Vickie submissively nodded her head as she said "Okay. Whatever you say."

They drew a lot of attention when the other students started to realize that their teacher was present. Joey's eyes were like elevators, scanning his teacher's lush body up and down. Tommy never really looked at his teacher, his eyes diverted, down. Vickie was worried about him.

They chatted about school, about their day, about the sun, the scantily clothed women and their excited voices drew lots of attention.

"Dis is nuth n like in my country," said Elona in her heavy Slavic tongue. Women go topless at beach. We not be fraid to show bodies."

"I wanna go there," added Joey.

"Perv," teased Veronica.

"Just a normal guy, girl, wouldn't mind seeing you topless."

"In your dreams."

"Already did that," added Joey, "and you looked good girl, you shouldn't be afraid to share."

They all laughed and spent the rest of the afternoon and night together at the pool and at a local restaurant and then back at the hotel.

Mary Ellen lied to her friends when she said, "Well, tomorrow Miss Roache, Nicole and I are sleeping in, see you all about noon, okay?"

They went back to their rooms near midnight and got ready for the next day.

Mary Ellen went to Vickie's room and told her how happy she was that she decided to join them.

"You didn't give me a choice."

"You always have a choice, teach, always but you'll do as I tell you, right?"

With her head bowed down, Vickie whispered, "Of course, Mary Ellen."

They chatted a while and Mary Ellen held out her hand to her teacher.

"What?"

"Key, I want your room key." 

"Why?"

"Cuz, tomorrow morning I'm going to live one of my fantasies. Go to bed, my precious teacher but don't you dare wear anything. I'll be here in the morning to wake you up. You'll get a very special wake up teach, very special."

Vickie handed Mary Ellen her key and quickly stripped. She held her hands out to her sides and said, "Is this okay?"

"Perfect, now wash up after your long day, I'll be back."

After a long, hot shower, Vickie laid her travel weary body down and covered herself with a single sheet, closed her eyes and quickly went to sleep.

Tuesday morning.

She never heard her, but could feel the sheet being dragged down slowly, exposing her naked body. She stirred with anxious expectations but then she heard Mary Ellen.

"Shhh, lie still, keep your eyes closed, enjoy."

The sheet was now completely off her body. Her chest rose with every heavy breath as she waited for the first touch, wondering just where it would be.

"Enjoy, my beautiful instructor, don't open your eyes."

The last time Vickie heard Mary Ellen suggesting such a course of action, an unknown boy used her mouth. This thought just excited the teacher even more.

Then she felt the mattress on her right sink under the weight of Mary Ellen sitting beside her. She could feel her breath on her naked breast, close, so very close, then the tip of Mary Ellen's tongue making contact with Vickie's nipple was like an electric current that warmed her body.

Her tongue became more urgent, making faster and faster circles around Vickie's sensitive nipple. Then she felt the touch of her hand on her knee, moving up slowly, experiencing her warm thighs. Vickie voluntarily spread her legs, allowing her more access, wishing her hand would move quicker.

Mary Ellen engulfed a mouthful of Vickie's breast as her fingers finally found their target. Vickie had to will herself not to move, not to push her hips up as Mary Ellen's fingers traced the length of her pussy, up and then down, softly, then she repeated it but with a little more pressure as her finger sank a deeper into her dampening folds.

The girl was driving her crazy until suddenly, she pulled her mouth off her breast; she lifted her fingers away from her pussy and stood beside her bed. Vickie could sense that she walked to the foot of the bed and Mary Ellen secured each of Vickie's ankles and gently spread them apart.

The thought of what was about to happen almost caused Vickie to climax but Mary Ellen quickly climbed onto the end of the bed. Vickie could feel the girl's hair tickle her upper thighs and stomach as she bent her head down until she gently kissed her teacher's shaved pussy.

Vickie groaned softly as her student proceeded to lick her, softly at first and then with more urgency. Her tongue burrowing into her, finding that sensitive spot and making her tongue hard as it contacted it. Mary Ellen pushed her hands under Vickie's ass and lifted her as she continued to lick her.

It started as a warm wave and then built and built until it overtook her whole body. Vickie shook as her orgasm overpowered her and somehow, Mary Ellen managed to keep her face glued to her teacher's pussy. 

She knew that she was leaking, shamelessly leaking as Mary Ellen continued to lick her, and Vickie placed a hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to continue.

Vickie's eyes flew open when she heard the clapping. She turned her head sharply towards the noise and saw Nicole and Dave watching.

Vickie was about to explode in anger but Mary Ellen's talented tongue was close to making the humiliated teacher climax again.

She did come again, longer, more intense and she didn't care if they saw, she didn't care that she was naked, she didn't care that they saw Mary Ellen licking her and she opened her eyes, smiled at her visitors and said "Hi guys."

Nicole and Dave just watched as Mary Ellen continued to pleasure their teacher, bringing her to a third orgasm.

Then the three students helped Vickie dress for the day.

Dave picked out the bathing suit. It was black and tiny and sexy. Vickie went to the bathroom to dress and when she reappeared, Dave just whistled.

Nicole and Mary Ellen agreed; she was stunning.

The top was two small triangular pieces of cloth that did a very poor job of covering her breasts. Her cleavage was healthy and even the sides of her breasts were difficult to cover. A thin, black string held up the cloth, that Mary Ellen tied into a bow like knot that rested on the top of her shoulder. Nicole duplicated the knot on the other side and in the back.

The bottom made some of Vickie's panties seem like coveralls. It, again, was a small triangular cloth that covered her sex and not much else. It had a slender strip of cloth that ran between her legs, up her between her ass cheeks where it met the small strips that was knotted high on her hips.

Vickie turned her head so she could see herself from behind and discovered that not all of her ass was covered. It wasn't a string bikini but Vickie had never worn such a revealing piece of clothing before. Dave's gaping mouth seemed to confirm Vickie's assessment; Vickie chuckled to herself as she snuck a peek at Dave's crotch for any indications of arousal.

The girls and Dave were already dressed and prepared for the day.

Mary Ellen found the wrap that Pam had suggested and she tied it around her teacher's waist. It covered her ass, the flimsy suit and one leg. Mary Ellen had knotted it above her right hip so that her right leg was left exposed. Vickie had to agree that it looked sexy.

Vickie stowed her sunglasses, lotion and other essentials in a transparent mesh bag that tied around her wrist.

"Wait!" cried Mary Ellen, "Too much, too soon."

Dave and Nicole just stared at Mary Ellen, waiting for an explanation.

"Here, teach, put this on."

It was a cut off t-shirt, that covered the upper part of Vickie's skimpy top but ended just below her breasts and showed off her flat stomach.

"Can't have anyone getting all excited so early in the morning. What do you guys think?"

"Perfect," said Dave, "as long as it comes off later."

"Don't worry," answered Mary Ellen, "Don't worry."

Vickie felt like a pawn, submitting totally to the whims of her students. But, she smiled to herself. She enjoyed it.

They made their way to the front of the hotel.

They stood there waiting, chatting excitedly about the vacation so far, complimenting Vickie on her outfit and asking questions about where they were going.

Mary Ellen's heart sank a bit when she saw Tommy. He was alone but he saw them and came out front to see them.

"What's up?" he said, still not completely looking at his teacher.

Mary Ellen was thinking quickly. "Going on a special field trip, Tommy, boring stuff, want to tag along?"

Everyone looked at Mary Ellen wondering what she was doing.

"You guys look like you're ready of a beach day, Yeah, wait a sec, and let me get my stuff. I'll be right back."

He ran off, to his room.

"He'll be okay. Tommy doesn't talk to anyone. He'll be cool," Mary Ellen assured them.

"What are you guys talking about?" asked Vickie, trying to sound authoritative.

"Look, teach. I told you to just do what you're told. So be quiet and follow my lead," Mary Ellen brusquely replied.

Vickie was about to protest but Mary Ellen gave her a look and she just nodded and kept quiet.

Tommy made it back before Josh and Raoul arrived but he had Elona in tow,

"Saw Elona," explained Tommy, "Told her what was going down and she wanted to come, okay?"

Mary Ellen was just about to say something when a van pulled up and the window rolled down and Josh's head popped out and he said, "Come on, get in. This will be great."

They all piled in.

The road became a narrow street and then not more than a path, mostly covered in sand.

Twenty minutes after they left the hotel, Raoul shouted "We're here."

Everyone got out and they looked around. Two other cars were parked nearby. Raoul and Josh started walking towards a small, sandy hill that had a tiny path between long, wind bent grass. They could not see the ocean but the scent of salt air permeated the air.

Once they had walked about twenty feet, they were at the top of what was really a sand dune. The dune hid a small, horseshoe shaped beach.

The students and Vickie just looked in total awe.

The sand appeared bleached white and the water was crystal blue. The beach was about 300 feet wide in an arch that was anchored by rocks that jutted out into the ocean at each end. 

About ten other people were at the beach, some lounging on blankets, a few just standing in the water and two tossing a ball back and forth. All were young. The men wore suits ranging from long legged suits to the tight, skimpy speedos. The women were all in two piece suits and they were far skimpier than anything Vickie had ever seen on a beach before.

They eagerly soaking in the island scenery, well, the skimpy attire anyway, when Raoul saw Nicole and Vickie looking at the rocks.

The rocks jutted out into the ocean and Raoul added, "the rocks protect the beach from erosion and keeps prying eyes from the other side."

Dave overheard Raoul's comment and asked, "prying eyes?"

Josh laughed, "on the other side of those rocks is another beach for the more seasoned beach goer."

"More seasoned?" asked Nicole, "You mean older?"

"No, absolutely not. It's for those ladies who do not enjoy the confines of clothing interfering with the sun's rays."

Vickie gasped, "You mean a nude beach?" suddenly apprehensive about her vacation.

"Not quite," answered Josh. "The nude beach is one more rock outcrop over. The first one is for topless."

Vickie could feel her students staring at her chest, even though she still wore the t-shirt.

"Which beach do you prefer?" asked Raoul to no one in particular.

Elona quickly added, "in my country, most women go topless and the braver ones go without anything."

"Which are you?" asked Raoul.

"I be very brave. I'd like naked beach. It be very healthy. I like boys staring at my poo-see."

"I'd be honored to take Elona," added Josh, "you know, to make sure she's safe and all."

Everyone laughed and Vickie felt like the one putting water on the fire when she said, "Why don't we stay here for a while."

Dave could see her apprehension and agreed, "Yeah, let's play it slow. Start here and then, maybe."

Everyone stripped down to their beach attire. The boys eyed their lovely classmates, their skimpy bathing suits and their exposed pale, flesh.

When Vickie unfurled her wrap and pulled the cut off t-shirt over her head, everyone stopped talking, everyone stopped moving and at first Vickie thought that everyone stopped breathing. They all just stared at her, even Dave, Nicole and Mary Ellen who had already witnessed their teacher's attire stared. It was almost as if they wanted the world to know that they knew this incredibly sexy female, that this was their teacher. 

Vickie took a small rollup mat out of her bag and unrolled it and then she noticed the attention that she was receiving.

"What?" she asked, "Never seen a woman before?"

Elona was the first to speak, "May I be honest, Miss Roache?"

"Of course. I always want you to be honest."

"Well, I speak for myself, but in school I tried to imagine what you would look like, you know, naked... I mean in a bathing suit and you're more fantastic than I ever imagined, that's all."

Vickie could feel herself blush but added, "Thank you, Elona, that's very kind but you're very beautiful, yourself."

The others quickly added in their compliments when Josh said, "I though that you were a college freshman."

Tommy blurted out, "She's our math teacher."

Raoul and Josh both whistled, "Fox you are, ma'am. You sure that you don't want to travel a bit more west?" and with that he motioned with his head, towards the rock outcrop and the topless beach on the other side."

"Maybe later," replied Mary Ellen. "We're in no hurry."

Towels were stretched out for protection against the hot sand, articles placed in strategic locations, sunscreen lathered onto hard, muscle toned bodies and their beach day began.




Sixth Period Trig Pt. 10



Some of them swam, some just lay down and soaked in the sun. Vickie sat, with her arms outstretched behind her for support and took in the scene. Mary Ellen was on one side of her and Nicole on the other.

"How much longer, teach?" asked Mary Ellen.

"How much longer for what?" asked Vickie.

"Aw, come on, Miss Roache, you know," added Nicole.

"I don't know, really."

Mary Ellen spoke first, "Over there. When do you want to go over the rocks?"

Vickie turned her head towards the rocks and then back at Mary Ellen.

"It's too dangerous."

"How so?" asked Nicole.

"I'd be fired, humiliated in the press, my career over."

"How would anyone know?" asked Mary Ellen.

"Aw come on, don't be so damn naive. Boys talk, they'll brag about going to a nude beach with their teacher and then there's cell phones. They'll sneak pictures of me. I can't risk it."

"But, if you knew that no one would find out, you'd go. Right?"

Vickie didn't answer; she just eyed the rocks.

Nicole assessed the teacher's dilemma. "It's like sending Mr. Jacobs an anonymous picture, right? It's okay if no one knows."

When Mary Ellen only smiled, Vickie's head snapped back to Nicole and she accused, "You told her?"

Nicole just nodded, "Mary Ellen does it all the time."

"You send pictures to Mr. Jacobs, your boobs?"

"No and yes," answered Mary Ellen. "No, not Mr. Jacobs but yes, my boobs and more, anonymously to others that I find interesting. I like showing off and I think I'm well equipped to do so. You, Miss Vickie Roache, teacher, are also well equipped, and it excites you, too. Right?"

"But, it's still too dangerous."

"Show her," said Mary Ellen.

Nicole grabbed a heavy, opaque, plastic bag and untied the string that secured the contents. She held open the bag for the teacher's inspection.

Vickie looked and saw phones, cell phones, a lot of phones.

"That's everyone's phone. No one will take a picture, ergo, no worry about pictures."

Mary Ellen added, "No one will speak of what happens here, 'What happens on the island, stays on the island', plus the only one we have to be concerned with is Tommy. Tommy won't say anything."

"Stealing slogans now, Mary Ellen," answered Vickie.

"Well, it's a good one. You know that you want to, Vickie. Nicole and I will protect you, honestly. I'd never cause you harm. The boys won't talk. They don't want to lose you as their teacher."

Vickie was quiet, thoughtful for a full minute and then stood.

The girls watched her as she gathered her stuff and jammed it into her travel bag.

Then she stood, looked down at her two students and said, "Let's go."

They both looked up at her suspiciously and Vickie added, "Ready? I know that I am."

They jumped up, quickly gathered their stuff and Nicole yelled out, "Westward Ho, Who's coming?"

Vickie laughed and said, "That could be interpreted differently, Nicole."

They walked slowly to the rocks and when the others saw their intentions, they followed suit, scrambling to gather their items and join their teacher.

Raoul and Josh pointed out a safer route over the rocks and the girls kidded them for knowing.

They climbed over the rocks without incident and soon they stood as a group at the edge of another horseshoe shaped beach.

The white sand was the same, the blue crystal clear water was the same, the number of people was about the same but none of the women bathers wore the bra part of their two-piece suits.

They just stood there standing until Elona was prancing in front of them, urging them to join her as she waved her top around, showing everyone that she had taken it off, showing her teacher and classmates her tight, solid breasts.

She put down her towel and laid down, face up, tits to the sun. Josh and Raoul crowded around the prone girl and stared at the nakedness of their newfound friend.

"You boyz like Elona's tits?" she asked.

Head bobs, grunts and a few moans was all she got in return.

The rest of them put their towels down near Elona and the boys didn't hide the fact that they were staring at her chest.

Mary Ellen was next and she unclasped the front of her top and shrugged it off, displaying her ample, teenage boobs.

Nicole followed, baring her chests proudly.

Finally, only Vickie stood on the beach wearing a top.

"I'm,... I'm sorry. If it ever got out that a teacher took her top off in front of her students, I'd be..."

Before she could finish the sentence, Nicole reached for one of the looped knots that tied the teacher's top and pulled it, leaving the strings dangling, then the other. Nicole held the string and said, "Can't claim that now, can you teach?"

"Claim what?"

"That you took off your top, Because, I did it." and she let the material drop, exposing the teacher's naked chest to her students.

Nicole finished with the tie in the back and took the top off completely. Vickie stood statue still. She moved her head and noticed each of her student's reaction to seeing her nakedness. They all stared at her, her chest, all except Tommy. Tommy didn't stare. His eyes were downcast, as if he found it repulsive to look at his teacher.

Vickie had noticed Tommy's behavior before but attributed it to shyness, but this was beyond shyness.

Her students continued to stare at her until Elona broke the trance, "Don't forget sunscreen. You ladies don't want your titties to burn."

While they searched for their sunscreen, Vickie looked around the beach. It appeared that their group had caused quite a commotion and everyone was looking at them, at her.

Vickie could feel the excitement drift through her. Mary Ellen and Nicole were right. She did like being naked; She liked it when people stared at her breasts.

There were so many different types of people on the beach and the fact that the women were topless seemed irrelevant after the initial shock.

Vickie kept standing there and finally Mary Ellen and Nicole noticed their bare chested teacher with a far away look in her eyes.

"What's the matter, Vickie?" inquired Mary Ellen.

"Let's go," stated the teacher.

"What?" protested Nicole.

"But Vickie we just got here. Nobody wants to leave."

"Leave? Who said anything about leaving? Let's go to the next beach."

The girl's mouths opened in amazement and then they whooped with excitement.

"Are you sure that you're ready?"

"I'm as ready as ever," said Vickie as she walked towards the next set of rocks.

The girls followed and then the others noticed and it soon became a caravan of scantily clad bodies walking towards the next pile of rocks.

Josh and Raoul high fived each other at the prospect of seeing the teacher naked and led the way over the rock and they were soon on the other side.

Vickie took the initiative and walked about another twenty feet and spread out her towel. She turned toward her students who were observing her and she yanked first one knot that secured her bathing suit bottom and then the other.

All eyes were glued to that spot and Vickie didn't hesitate to let it drop to the sand, exposing her smooth, bald pussy.

Mary Ellen ran up to her and kissed her adding, "I'm so proud of you but now I wish we never came here."

"Why?" asked Vickie as she watched Mary Ellen shed the last remnants of her clothing.

"Well, teach. You look so yummy and I can't lick you here, now can I?"

"MMmmm, maybe," teased Vickie.

The female students were all naked but neither of the boys wanted to be the first to disrobe.

Raoul and Josh had no qualms about being naked and they stood near their discarded suits, not caring if anyone looked at their excited condition.

Vickie, beckoned Dave with her finger to approach her.

He complied and without asking, Vickie untied the little knot on the inside of his suit and very slowly pulled it down.

When the waistband got down a bit, his erect cock sprang up and everyone heard the slap against his stomach.

"Whoa, boy," kidded Dave with a soft pat on his erection.

"Come on, let's get those suits off. It's not fair that just the females are totally nude," ordered Vickie in her most authoritative voice.

But even as she gave that order, all she could do was stare at Dave's erection.

Tommy stripped and gave everyone a look at his rather generous cock.

"Yes Tommy?" asked Vickie staring at his erection.

"Huh?"

"Oh, never mind, I thought that you raised your hand for me to notice you. You're raised but not your hand, my error."

Tommy looked at his teacher still confused but the others laughed.

"Just trying to break the ice, Tommy. Bad joke, but you did get my attention. Maybe we should have a new rule during trig class if you want to ask a question."

Everyone was now naked and just stood around, staring, soaking in the images that they only dreamed about in class, everyone that is except Tommy.

Vickie went to him and took his hand and led him away from the others.

"What's the matter, Tommy? Do you disapprove?"

Finally, he looked at her, his eyes burrowing into hers. "Disapprove? Never, Miss Roache. I think that you're fantastic."

"Then what's the problem," asked the concerned albeit naked teacher. "You seem to avoid looking at me as if I did something wrong, as if you thought of me as a horrible person."

"I'm sorry, Miss Roache, it's just that, you're going to think this is stupid."

"No, I won't. Tell me what's the matter."

Josh, Raoul, Mary Ellen and Nicole had inched closer, straining to hear the conversation.

"Ok. I get headaches when you're near me."

"Headaches? I don't understand."

Tommy again averted his vision and was looking down when he continued, "I've always been taught to respect women, girls and I do, really, I do."

"The headaches, Tommy, tell me about the headaches."

"It's just that you're so beautiful. It's just that I want to stare, stare at your chest, Miss Roache; I can't help it. I have to force my eyes not to stare. It's so difficult to not look but I force myself, I'm sorry Miss Roache, I can't help it. It's like a battle is going off in my head and it hurts."

"Let me get this right. You get headaches because you want to look at my chest but force yourself not to?"

Tommy just nodded that it was true. "You are so beautiful, Miss Roache."

Vickie leaned forward and gave Tommy a small kiss on his forehead.

"I can't have one of my students getting sick, so I have an easy solution, Tommy."

"What?" said the downcast student.

Vickie placed her index finger under the boy's chin and gently lifted his head up.

"Look at me, Tommy. It's okay, really. I want you to."

Tommy's eyes went to his teacher's eyes.

"Too high, Tommy. Look a little bit further down," coaxed his teacher.

She felt like a traffic cop until she got him to stare at her.

Tommy stared at his teacher's full breasts and he exhaled deeply.

"You like my breasts, Tommy, my tits?"

He nodded that he did, his eyes not moving from her nakedness.

"Do you still have the headache, Tommy?"

"Just a little but it seems to be going. You're so beautiful, Miss Roache."

Vickie took his hand and placed it on the underside of her breast and then did the same to the other.

"Here's nurse Vickie's remedy, Tommy. Take two, long, quick feels and masturbate in the morning."

Tommy's eyes lifted off her chest and met hers in total shock, "Joke, Tommy, just kidding."

"Oh," he said and dropped his hands.

Vickie put his hands back on her chest and said, "And maybe I wasn't."

"Headache!"

"Oh, my poor head"

"OOOH, the pain, I need a nurse!"

"Nurse Vickie, I need help, my head's about to explode."

These comments came quickly from the small crowd that overheard the whole episode.

Vickie had to laugh but she was also getting excited and just before she stepped away from Tommy, she reached down and gave his cock a quick squeeze. "Let me know if you need help with that masturbation thing, Tommy."

"Yo, everyone, Get the sunscreen on now, don't want valuable parts to burn," yelled out Nicole.

They all started to lather up.

Nicole was applying lotion to her legs when she spotted an elderly couple walking closely by. They had to be in their seventies and true to the beach's genre, they were naked.

The woman wore a wide brim hat and she was in good shape, despite her age. Her breasts sagged but she did look good. The man strolled beside her, his organ flaccid, his eyes on the young bodies of the students, smiling widely as if remembering lost years.

Nicole smiled, thinking that they were cute but she was distracted and dropped her tube of lotion in the sand.

She bent to pick it up and the boys didn't miss a chance to watch as her breasts pulled away from her chest as she leaned over and then back in place as she straightened.

"Oh, Eeeww," she said, trying to wipe the sand off of her hands.

"I got sandy hands and need help here. Anyone. Anyone at all. Girl in distress, needs lotion on her parts with motion. Anyone?"

No one answered. The boys were in shock, too timid to step forward.

The old man looked up and spoke softly, "I'd be honored, miss." He walked confidently to Nicole.

She smiled and said, "Why thank you, sir. Seems like the younger males are all intimidated."

"Elliot, my name's Elliot and this is my wife, Martha. Where do you want me to apply the lotion, dear?"

Nicole stood straight, arched her back, presenting her full chest to the old man.

"My boobs, Elliot. I got everything covered but my boobs, if you'd be so kind. You don't mind, do you?"

Elliot looked towards his wife but she just winked and said, "Be useful Elliot."

"No, I don't mind at all. You remind me of my beautiful wife, her chest was like yours."

Elliot squeezed a generous amount of lotion into his hand and put his hand on Nicole's chest, covering as much of her as he could. Elliot made the most of his opportunity and kneaded and caressed Nicole's breasts with the lotion.

"Oops, put too much on, sorry."

"Just keep rubbing it in Elliot, you're doing great," said Nicole actually liking the way he was treating her breasts.

Elliot cupped each tit and laced a hand on top, and groped her, "You're very lovely, miss. Just need to soak it in a bit more. Almost there, almost."

But it was obvious to everyone that the old guy was enjoying groping Nicole and had no intentions of stopping until he was told.

He continued some more until his wife yelled out, "Elliot!"

Elliot turned in fear that he went too far feeling Nicole's tits but Martha pointed at Elliot once flaccid cock and saw that he was fully erect.

"Oh, Elliot." she yelled. 

"Quick, Elliot, Hurry, let's get to the RV, Come on, now."

She grabbed her husband's hand and they wallowed through the sand as fast as they could go before Elliot's rare erection faded.

A few yards away Martha turned back to Nicole and mouthed, "Thank you."

They all watched as the elderly couple disappeared over the sand dune and Vickie went over to Nicole and kissed her on the cheek.

"What was that for?" asked Nicole.

"For being so sweet and so considerate, you just made their day memorable."

The ever opportunistic Dave was quickly beside his naked teacher, holding up a tube of sunscreen, "I need to add memories to my bank, teach. Care to be part of my lifelong moments that will fuel many erotic nights as I lie in bed, reliving my youth?"

"Say what?" said a clearly confused teacher.

"He wants to lather you up, teach and I'm sure certain areas will get special treatment."

The other boys quickly gathered around, each holding a tube of sunscreen up to the naked teacher as if begging to be chosen to apply it to her body.

Vickie was quite flattered but claimed that she only had so much body and there were so many hands. 

"I'd like to add my area to the mix," said Mary Ellen as she presented her nakedness to the other boys, "I find applying sunscreen so tedious. Is anyone interested in protecting my bod from harmful rays?"

"I too need help wit my body, boyz," added Elona.

Josh and Raoul went to them and each girl stood between the two boys in turn and rotated slowly, like on a lazy susan as the boys applied the sunscreen to their ripe bodies. 

First Mary Ellen then Elona. The girls switched, the boys applying more sunscreen as they groped them. The boys didn't admit to either girl that the tube of sunscreen that they were using was empty after their second turn, but they continued the phony application.

The ever appreciative Elona would stroke the erection of the boy that she was currently facing.

After a few more alternating turns, Mary Ellen stood back and watched her classmate as she stopped turning and stood between the two boys, the three of them abreast as she had a cock in each hand. Elona turned her head from boy to boy, offering them her mouth as she kissed each deeply, never slowing her hand on their cocks.

She sensed that someone was watching and she opened her eyes.

Mary Ellen, Dave, Tommy, a few other beach goers and her teacher were enthusiastically watching as Elona continued to stroke them.

"Way to go girl," encouraged Dave and Elona added, "Day be good boyz and Elona want to show appreciation. Plus Elona like cock."

Vickie watched the girl , who she once knew as quiet and reserved, but was now openly masturbating two strangers, in a public place, naked. She was getting horny and was tempted to ease her excitement by rubbing her own wetness when Elona sank to her knees and with her eyes on her teacher she opened her mouth and welcomed Raoul's eager cock.

Vickie was afraid that she would lose control so she took matters into her own hands and she laid face down on her mat. She thought about what her student was doing and ached to join her, but she closed her eyes and listened to the grunts coming from the two stimulated boys.

She didn't know who plopped down beside her but she felt the sticky sunscreen being squeezed on her back.

Then she felt the hands, rubbing it in. It felt so good and she didn't protest when she felt more sunscreen being applied to her ass. 

Vickie opened her eyes and she saw a smiling Dave kneeling beside her, applying the lotion to her back with one hand and her ass with the other.

"I guess the tropics got to Elona," said Dave.

"Lucky girl," replied Vickie

"You approve?"

"I don't know what you did to me, David, but, yes, I approve. I've missed so much."

Suddenly there was another set of hands on her, squeezing her, kneading her firm butt. Vickie was about to protest when probing fingers began sliding between her ass cheeks but she just groaned and said, "Make sure that you get everywhere," not knowing who it was touching her.

They flipped her over.

She immediately felt a lathered hand on her tits. She opened her eyes and saw that Tommy and Dave each took possession of a breast and made sure that she was protected.

Mary Ellen was grinning down at her, "Hope you don't mind, teach. Tommy was feeling a bit lonely, so I asked him if he'd like to be useful. Of course, he said yes. I think he's got the hang of it."

Dave applied it to her stomach and then tenderly between her legs, her thighs, her pussy. 

She could feel Dave's hardness bounce on her legs and she thought back to the day when he taught her how to stroke him.

Tommy was still kneading her breast and Vickie's arm went to her side, moved between his legs as he kneeled beside her. Her finger tips touched his balls, at first tentatively, then with more conviction.

She knew that he was now staring at her naked chest and she moved her hand up and fisted his erection.

Ten strokes, that's all it took to make Tommy cum. Ten strokes. Vickie wondered if future manipulations would aid in increasing his stamina.

Vickie suddenly felt panicked as she remembered Dave.




Sixth Period Trig



The hours went slowly but it was finally almost 7 PM. Vickie went to her computer, opened her inbox and discovered two more e-mails. She wondered if he was at her window. Was he staring at her? She was use to people staring at her, well at least students staring at her. Whoever was at the window, if in fact anyone, there was nothing more revealing than her normal day, so Vickie was at ease when she opened the mail. 

Dear Miss Roach, 

I have attached something that I want you to buy. It is reasonably priced and should not burden your finances. These items can be purchased locally as you will note the store at the bottom. 

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG 

When Vickie opened the attachment she saw a picture from a catalog. It was a model wearing a stylish cream colored blouse, brown slacks that enhanced the models shapely ass. 

Vickie opened the second e-mail. 

Dear Miss Roach, 

I would be considerate if you put a box, chair or a stool, something outside your window so I could see better. It would be extremely considerate if you did this around 7:30 PM, after you have read my e-mails. I would very much like to watch as you exercised. 

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG 

Vickie printed out the picture in the attachment and thought that it was very a conservative outfit. It was a dramatic upgrade from what she normally wore but still very tasteful. 

Next, as if in a trance, she found an old milk crate and left it outside the window. 

Vickie went to her bedroom and changed into her workout clothes. She wore a sports bra, a cut off sweatshirt that revealed her flat stomach and shorts. After she tied her sneakers, Vickie looked at herself in the mirror and realized that she was about to parade in this outfit before some unknown student. With that thought, she undid her hair allowing it to fall but then she wrapped an elastic around it thus making a long pony tail that fell past her shoulders. 

Next she went back to her exercise room, checked her e-mails of which there were none and went to the treadmill. She placed a white towel over the handle bar and started the machine for a slow walk. She liked to increase the speed slowly until she was in a full run. Vickie knew that he was there, knew that he was watching her, knew that he was staring at her legs, her stomach, the sweatshirt as it bounced with her gait. Her breasts bounced as she run harder and she didn't care if he watched. Vickie couldn't believe how excited she was as she slowed at the end of her run. She took the towel off the bar and wiped the perspiration from her face as she slowly walked to the window, giving the peeping Tom a great view as she then lowered the shade. 

That night, Vickie again masturbated as she thought of her unknown student. She hugged her pillow after a powerful orgasm and made mental notes of when to go shopping.

The next day, she dressed in her normal frumpy outfit and drove to the store mentioned in the e-mail. A teenage girl, stylishly dressed asked if she needed help and Vickie showed her the picture. The girl looked at Vickie and then the picture and commented "very nice" as she headed off to get the articles of clothing. Returning, the girl said that she guessed at her size and pointed to the dressing room. Vickie gazed at herself in the dressing room mirror and liked what she saw. The blouse made her breasts look more pronounced but not in a vulgar way and the slacks gave a hint of the shapely legs that it hid and the pants hugged her shapely butt. 

She left the dressing room knowing that the mirror just outside the room would provide better light. The sales girl came over and commented that her outfit was perfect except that she needed different shoes. The girl hurried off and returned with high heeled shoes. Not really high heels but really mid sized heels but something Vickie was not use to wearing but she did try them on. They made her ass appear even more shapely and Vickie was undecided if she would wear her new clothes. 

When the girl commented that her outfit made her look very professional, Vickie decided that she would buy them and work on her courage to wear them.

At home, Vickie spent many long minutes staring at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. She wondered what her students would think, she wondered if her mystery student would like it. 

Monday morning she woke earlier than normal. Vickie dressed very slowly, fixing her hair carefully, hair that she let cascade around her shoulders, hair that surrounded her pretty face. Vickie stared at the new Miss Roach and decided that she would do it and secretly hoped he would like it.

School that day was strange and Vickie was very anxious about sixth period. She decided to let the students enter the class while she was in the huge supply closet in the front of her room. When the students were seated, she opened the closet door and headed towards her desk. 

The first remark she heard struck her as humorous.

"We have a sub, Miss Roach must be absent."

The noise level in the room got louder as the others agreed that there regular teacher was absent. Finally, Miss Roach stood with her hands on her hips and firmly said, "Okay now, class let's settle down."

There was a collective gasp as they realized that it was indeed, Miss Roach. A few of the male students whistled softly and one female student said, "you look fantastic, Miss Roach."

"Why thank you, Joann, I decided to get with it a little, Hope you like."

"We do." came a male response.

The class went well. The students were very quiet and attentive as Vickie taught her lesson. She finally gave the problem of the day and sat at her desk. She wasted no time in checking her e-mail and was disappointed when there was none from her secret student.

After about five minutes and e-mail appeared from SIXTH PERIOD TRIG and she opened it immediately.

Dear Miss Roach

I am so proud of you. You look fantastic. It must have taken a lot of courage to do this but it was worth it. For the first time Tommy McMichaels isn't staring at Maryellen's big chest. Joey Peoples isn't trying to look up Veronica's short skirt and every boy and more than a few girls couldn't take their eyes off your butt when you turned towards the board. Your hair looks incredible and I bet a lot of your male students would not want to stand up in class right now, including yours truly. I know I'm probably embarrassing you but I bet you feel a little excited yourself.

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG

Vickie smiled as she read the e-mail and took her stapler out of her desk drawer and put it in the right hand corner of her desk.

For the first time, Vickie hit reply and sent an e-mail with one word added.

PLEASE.