The Teacher - Sex Stories

The Teacher

... the end so pretty much everyone could see me. I could hardly sit still; I felt like everyone knew I was naked beneath my skirt and I constantly smoothed my dress down and tightly crossed my legs. Even though I was terrified that someone might see up my skirt I couldn’t help feeling slightly empowered in a strange way. I felt so sexy! My knee length skirt was the regulation length and I wasn’t the only girl wearing one but, somehow, I felt so different. My long red hair was settled around my face, I had cute lipstick on and my breasts and legs were much more on show than they had ever been before today. I wanted to explore this feeling a bit more but it would have to wait, it was hard enough trying not to think about Miss Sullivan in case I phased out and came all over the floor without also thinking about the new thrill of exhibitionism I’d suddenly felt. So I tried to focus on whatever the fuck the teacher was droning on about and watched the clock tick around until, at last, it got to 1.55pm and the bell rang. In five minutes I’d be sitting down in Miss Sullivan’s classroom for the last time and, about an hour from now, I’d know whether all of this had been worth it. Again those two little words that had been haunting me for the last few weeks entered my mind. What If…? * * * * * * * * * * * * * As we made our way out of the classroom I told Kylie that I’d meet her in the next class because I needed to go to the ladies bathroom. I was stiff with tension but I’d come so ...

... far, I couldn’t wimp out now. I put on my replacement panties, I’d considered leaving them off and flashing my crack from under the table at her but I decided that it would be too extreme. After all there was a fair chance that this could all come to nothing and I didn’t want her to think I was a slut or something. No, this had to be subtle, I’d most likely give her an eyeful of my panties from time to time during the ‘lesson,’ whether I intended to or not considering the skirt I’d be wearing. I pulled on the knee socks until they were about an inch or so over my knees, the effect would be more profound when I’d swapped skirts because now only a tiny amount of flesh was visible between the top of the socks and the hem of the skirt. I pulled the waistband of my skirt up slightly so a tiny bit of thigh was on show, I did consider just swapping skirts and arriving in the classroom with Becky's skirt on but, again, I felt that would be too much too soon. I checked out my reflection in the large bathroom mirror and made some final adjustments, stroked my hair back so it was nice and straight, it reached to about the middle of my shoulder blades when I straightened it like this. I arranged my fringe so it nicely framed my face, then I quickly touched up my lipstick (I’d brought a spare, of course) until my lips got to the same colour and moisture as this morning. There was only 2 minutes left for me to get up to the English block for the final lesson of the day, I looked at myself in ...