Summer had ended and classes had begun. I was on the second month of my first year as a teacher at an all girls' Catholic school, and it was harder than I expected! The classes were challenging and the girls were even more so. I was always under the impression I was being monitored since I was new to the school. To top it off I am pretty good looking and one of the youngest teachers on staff. I noticed more than a few times girls would flirt a little with me. It would never be anything too obvious and never led to anything. I was always aware of how it might look if I had a student stay late or get in trouble. Luckily none of the students were troublemakers... so far.
A little about me; my name is Trent. I am tall with medium length light brown hair and clean cut, which was a requirement of the job. My parents were always big on taking care of themselves; they were very much in tune with the whole "my body is a temple" thing. They passed that down to me so I started taking care of myself at an early age. I was on the track team in school, as well as lacrosse and hit the gym often. As a result I have a pretty strong chest, no belly to speak of and a pretty good looking butt, if I do say so myself.
I was brought up Catholic, but sort of feel out of it after I left home for college. I stuck with it publicly though, to keep my parents happy. Once I was offered the teaching job here I was stuck with keeping up the façade which was okay. The job and pay was pretty damn good.
Last week a girl named Lucy transferred from one of the local public schools nearby. I was given a report on her that explained how she had been a bit of a problem child. Outbursts in class, fighting with students, teachers, and just about anyone else she crossed paths with. She had been expelled from two other schools in as many months. Sending her here was a last resort for her parents it seems. They hoped moving her into a more controlled atmosphere might be what she needed. This school had smaller classes and less distraction than others, the biggest of which was boys. With that element removed it made for a lot less drama, or at least that was the idea.
The first day Lucy reported to my class will forever be burned in my memory. Class had already begun and to be honest I forgot she was supposed to be starting class that day. I would normally have closed the door, but it was warmer than usual that day so I had all the windows and the door open to help get some air moving in the room.
I was turned toward the chalk board writing out a math problem and was suddenly aware of some commotion behind me, whispers and murmurs of distain, and whispers. I turned around, speaking as I did.
"Okay, settle down what's all the..." I was at a loss for words.
There Lucy stood. She was tall, pale, beautiful, and angry! She scanned the room, looking the other girls over with her hand resting on her thrust out hip and finally locked gazes with me. She was wearing the required school uniform, but her black and green checkered skirt had clearly been altered so that it was at least 8 inches above her knees showing her toned milky white thighs, followed by black knee socks and black Mary-Janes, which were about the only part of her uniform in regulation. Her white button down shirt was open enough to show her ample breasts as well as the black lace bra she wore underneath. Her hair was raven black with dark red roots, pulled back into a pair of pigtails. To top it all off she peered out over her black-rimmed glasses with eyes that were heavily made up with black eyeliner. My eyes finally rested on her full deep red lips, turned down in a scowl. Yes, you could say Lucy was defiantly quiet a site to behold!
After a moment of sizing each other up Lucy finally broke the silence.
"Well, where am I supposed to sit in this freak show?"
I was determined not to let her run my class the way she probably did in the last two schools she was kicked out of. She needed to know I was the one in charge, not her.
"You, young miss, will sit right up front where I can keep an eye on you."
Lucy just rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath. "Pst, whatever..."
"What was that young lady?" I said with authority.
"Nothin' I'm movin'." She replied.
"It's I'm movING Sir and NothING Sir." I corrected her
"Yes, Sir, sorry Sir, whatever you say Sir." She said sarcastically flipping up a mock salute.
She walked down the few steps to the front of the class, eying me the whole way and sat at the desk right in front of mine. She unceremoniously scraped the chair from under the desk and flopped down, dropping her book bag next to her seat and let out a loud sigh.
"Alright," I continued, addressing the rest of the class and wishing to move past this distraction. "Who here can show me how to solve the equation on the board?"
I moved to and sat on the corner of my desk. A few girls started to raise their hand but then dropped them apparently unsure as to whether or not they would be right.
"Oh come on, this is not that hard ladies."
I prodded them on a little. This was my smartest class and knew they could figure it out. I was only hoping this new addition wouldn't cause issues. As this thought crossed my mind I glanced down at Lucy. She was staring at the board playing with her hair all the while opening and closing her legs under her desk. I could see her knees going back and forth in nervous energy.
"How about the new girl?" I inquired.
Lucy suddenly stopped moving her legs and glanced up at me, but not before looking at my crotch for a second. Oddly enough just that little gesture caused me to stir a little. I shifted to be sure no one noticed anything out of the ordinary and re-addressed the question to her. "So, you look like the type who thinks she knows all the answers. What do you think?"
Lucy scowled, if looks could kill, I would have been a grease spot! A few girls giggled to themselves only adding to her anger level.
"Well Doc," her words dripping of venom, "If I am reading this right, and I like to think I am, then the answer is x=35y."
"Well done!" I exclaimed, truly impressed and a little shocked that she had worked the answer without even trying to write it out. "See that wasn't so bad now was it ladies?"
The room was still silent. Surly the others were as stunned as I was. Moving back to the board I removed the old problem and added a new, more difficult one. As I wrote out the problem I instructed them to write the problem out and then raise their hands once they had the answer. Once finished writing I stepped to the side and turned to the class. I was struck silent when I did. When I turned around I was afforded an unrestricted view under Lucy's desk. She was back at it, opening and closing her legs again, only now I could plainly see she wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt. It seemed that Lucy picked up on this as she stopped moving only leaving her legs open instead of covering herself. I was now afforded an unobstructed view of her bald and rather perfect pussy. The few seconds I was left speechless seemed like a lifetime. I quickly scanned the class and asked if there were any questions. There was no answer as the girls were in their own world working out the problem. I turned around and quickly sat at my desk, hoping to God my semi rigid cock would calm down as it grew quickly in my pants.
Up to this point I was trying to avoid eye contact with her, but I knew I had to see if she noticed. I looked at her and knew the answer right away. Our eyes met and I saw a slight grin on her face and she was still sitting back in her chair with her legs spread. If any of the other girls in class noticed they didn't make any sign to the fact. I continued to try and read her expression. As I did I noticed that she had slid one hand down to her lap. I quickly glanced down at the paperwork on my desk, trying to distract myself by picking up a pen and grade a paper or two while I waited for the rest of the class to finish. Though I was looking at the paper I could still see her at the top of my vision. Lucy was rubbing her hand up and down one thigh. Then she pulled her skirt up revealing her perfectly shaved mound. Quickly moving her fingers to either side of her pink lips she spread them to reveal the small steel ring that pierced her clit. I could feel my thick cock growing against the confines of my slacks. It felt as if it would break through the zipper. Lucy continued to put on her lewd little show for me, by opening and closing her pussy with her fingers. I could clearly see her getting wetter as she played with herself under the desk.
