Lacey Arden hated her school.
"St. Mary's Boarding School for Girls." What were her parents thinking sending her away to this...this hell!?
Lacey had been 18 for a few months now and felt, since she was now legally an adult, she should at least be able to choose where she went to school. Mind you, even if the damn school would have let her leave, she didn't have the money to get home. Two years in this prison and she hadn't changed her opinion; she hated everything about it. She hated the cutsie little-girl uniforms, with the short pleated mini skirts and button-down blouses. And how she hated all the prissy girls; she didn't think of herself as a bitch, but this was ridiculous! Worst of all, there were NO boys!
Well, no, she hated ALMOST everything.... There was the new, young, very good-looking guidance counselor, Mr. Peters. But being the only male in the entire school she would have wanted him even if he had been 58, short and balding.
On the contrary, Mr. Peters had to be in his mid-to-late 30's. He had dirty blond hair that was almost a light brown, in certain lights Lacey was sure she noticed a few graying hairs. He had dark blue eyes that were warm and inviting. His skin was quite tanned and she could tell he had just returned from a holiday somewhere warmer.
Lacey missed sex more than anything since her move to this stupid school, 2 years ago. The day Mr. Peters came to St. Mary's 3 weeks ago was a heaven-sent! At first she thought she was just fantasizing again. But to her amazement, she wasn't. Since then, she had been thinking of every excuse and reason to get to know him. She decided today that these innocent flirtations just weren't enough anymore. She wanted him, and wanted him BAD!
After classes Lacey went to the bathroom to "freshen up." She looked herself in the mirror and flashed her million-dollar smile. She wore her long, wavy brown tresses in a loose French-braid during classes but this called for something hot! She untied the ribbon and shook her head to loosen her hair, letting it fall to rest at the small of her back. Next, she applied a coat of mascara to her long curved eyelashes beset upon her large brown eyes, which sparkled when she smiled. On her high cheekbones she brushed a soft rose blush.
Her smile always lit up the room; it was beautiful - straight, dazzling white teeth, and a set of full pouty lips, which she considered her best facial feature. A coat of wet shine lip-gloss made them irresistible.
Next she decided she needed to do something with her god-awful uniform. She tore off the long sleeves of her blouse (she had a closet full of them anyway) revealing her shapely arms. Then she un-buttoned all but the middle three buttons, which showed a lot of ample cleavage from her 36C soft, firm breasts. They were the envy of all the girls back home, and the lust of all the boys. She cupped them in her hands, with this memory, and pinched her large nipples. She parted the lower halves of her open blouse to expose her slim, cut midriff, and then tied them together. She pulled her short skirt down, to rest on her wide hips. Lacey took off her pantyhose to show the smooth olive skin of her mile-long legs. She turned around and looked at her firm round ass and ran her hands over it to smooth out the fabric of her skirt that now barely covered her white cotton panties. Lacey stood 5'9", "with curves in all the right places"; she had a perfect hourglass figure.
"Well, this is it," she thought, to her self, on her way to Mr. Peters' office. She knocked gently on Mr. Peters' door, and opened it, relieved to find him alone. He stood up instantly and his eyes widened when he noticed how provocatively she was wearing her strict school uniform. She saw him checking her out, and it made her smile.
"It's just...hot outside," she shrugged, twirling her finger through her hair. "Are you busy, Mr. Peters? I need your help."
"No! Of course, Lacey, I'm all yours whenever you need me," he said, offering her a seat across from his desk. He sat on the edge of it and waited patiently. Lacey sat down, crossed her legs, and leaned forward slightly, which made her breasts a little more visible from the top of her shirt.
"I lost the diagram Ms. Johansen gave our Health class today and she already left. She put the extras on top of her desk. Could you please let me in to get a new one?" she asked batting her eyelashes at him.
