This story is written as a dual first-person perspective. So each space represents a shift between the two characters. I hope you enjoy.
"I would like to see after school today Miss Greene" I said as she was grabbing her things.
Looking over my glasses and clutching my bag I take a deep breath "Okay Mr. Thomas. I will come to your office when my classes are finished." He nodded approvingly and I whispered "Thank you" as I headed out.
*knock knock*
"Come in" I announce.
I open the door slowly and say "Hello Mr. Thomas, you wanted to see me?"
I stand up and gesture to the closest desk "please have a seat Miss Greene" I walk around my desk and lean against it.
I place my bag on the desk and carefully sit, smoothing my skirt and crossing my ankles. I also nervously bite my lower lip.
"School going pretty good for you? You're doing really well in my class. Doing as good in the rest of your classes?" I inquire.
"Yes...so far I think so. School has always been something I enjoy working hard at...and it comes pretty easy to me I guess." I respond squeezing my hands tightly in my lap. I try to maintain my composure as I find to figure out why he called this meeting.
"I see... well I was reviewing your test scores and you seem to be getting at least a 95% on every test. So I'm getting a curious how you are able to do so well." I explain as I notice your body's nervousness. "Do you know what I think is going on?" I ask calmly.
"Umm, no.. I guess I don't. What do you think is going on?" I stutter.
"I think you are cheating and I'm about to contact the dean about it" I pause letting the news sink into her mind. "Your scores are too good... too consistent."
My eyes widen and my jaw drops before I quickly catch myself and sit up tall. "Please don't...I am not cheating...what can I do to prove that?" I plead as pure fear sweeps across my face. Thinking quickly I continue "I work very hard to be successful and I would never cheat. You can't go to the dean.."my voice trails off.
"I'm sorry Jennifer, my evidence says otherwise. Is there anyting you think you can do to prove to me you're not cheating?"
"I will do anything, but you can't go to the dean. My parents will stop paying for school and if they do I'll have to drop out. And then I won't have a good career and be able to support myself." I stop realizing my thoughts are flowing too freely. I take a deep breath before continuing "I am sorry. Please tell me what I can do to prove I am not cheating. So you will not go to the dean."
I ask very questioningly "You will do anything to prove you are not cheating?"
"I can't be kicked out of the school.."
"Then you do as I tell you or I'll tell the dean and you and kiss that career goodbye." I then cross my arms as she relucently nods. "Show me your panties" I demand.
I sit stunned by his request.
"You don't want to be kicked.. I want a show. Now sit on my desk and show me your panties" I repeat my demand seeing the shock in her face.
Taking a deep breath I get up and nervously sit on his desk, stumbling as I boost myself up. I blush as I slide my skirt up to mid thigh and spread my legs slightly.
"I can't see them. Just pull your skirt all the way up to your waist" I direct now leaning against the desk this sexy lady was just sitting in.
I rock my hips side to side and slide my skirty up further feeling a lump form in my throat.
"Very nice panties Jennifer, do you like them?"
"Yes sir. Yes I do." I look down at the floor and glance at the door.
Noticing her glance at the door I say "You can leave if you wish and I'll just send that email"
"No. No I don't want to leave. Do you like them?" I ask putting it back on him.
"Yes I do. Now rub your pussy through them. Does it feel good?"
I begin to ask "Are you..." but seeing his stern face I stop and slowly move my hand over my panties and gently run my hand over my pussy. "I guess so" in response to his question. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.
"Am I what?" I ask curious abou her disregarded thought.
"I was going to ask if you were serious." I shyly respond.
