"All 18-and-overs, please pass your permission slips to the front of your row." Sex-ed classes were only available to of-age students of the graduating class, and only with a parents written permission. I taught at a private Christian high-school but the parents almost ALWAYS allowed their kids to take the class. They were probably relieved to let us teachers give them "the talk." On the rare occasion a student couldn't take the class, they had to stay after school and copy down vague biology book chapters about cell division- as if that could compare.
There was a flurry of activity as papers were handed forward. But Becky just sat there, absent-mindedly holding the slips that were handed to her. No digging through her bag to find her own slip, no giggling about the upcoming "Health" class and it's topics, even though she was of age. She just sat staring into her lap. I walked along the front row to collect the slips and stopped at her desk. She was hunched down, making her white uniform shirt bag out in the front. Standing above her, I could see straight down her shirt- and saw that she didn't wear a bra over her creamy little tits.
"Becky?" I put my hand on her shoulder and she jumped with a start, looking up at me with her little parted pink lips. "Becky? Your permission slip?"
"Oh!" She blushed, glancing down nervously. "No...my daddy wont let me take Health." That's what they were calling it now- the tidy "Health" instead of "Sex Education." She gave me a coy little smile. I leaned forward to steal a glance all the way to her soft pink nipples. God, what was I doing? She was my student, and she must have noticed I was staring down her blouse.
"So...uh....you can stay after school today or Thursday to make up for it."
"Okay." She murmured, and slowly ran her hand up the side of her chest- was that on purpose? Was it meant for me to see?
"I must be delusional" I thought. I had to collect the papers and move on before anyone noticed us- or the growing bulge in my pants.
I sat at my desk doing paperwork while the class worked on their assignment. I had to cool down. Glancing up at the students, once again, Becky stood out. Everyones eyes were on their papers but she was staring dreamily at me with her chin resting on her hand.
Oh no. Not this. Not a student crush. And not from the hottest piece in the class, right there in the front row. Becky wasn't easy to dismiss as a silly little school girl. She was about 5' 5", with creamy pale skin, big green eyes, and little rosebud lips that she licked slowly when trying to concentrate. She wore her straight brown hair in a ponytail that swung back and forth while she walked, her pert little ass bouncing with each step. She was slender but had a little baby-fat on her calves and cheeks. But it was the look on her face that got me every time- I couldn't tell if she was naively fawning, or trying to seduce.
My eyes darted nervously to the window, then to her chest. I could see her little bra-less nipples brushing the cotton of her buttoned shirt. I glanced back down at my papers for a moment and when I looked back up I couldn't believe what I'd missed before: Becky's legs were spread wide open under her desk, and with her free hand she was lazily rolling a pink blow-pop sucker between her pussy lips.
My dick instantly stood at attention and I was never in my life so glad for the panel in the front of my table. This time, I couldn't even pretend to look away. Her little pussy was shaved, or waxed, but in any case, smooth and hairless except for a tiny tuft right up top. She rolled the sucker up and down the length of her pussy lips, gazing right at me all the while.
My dick throbbed in my slacks and I tried to conceal the look of shock that must have been on my face. Time seemed to stand still, then suddenly- the bell rang. Becky casually popped the sucker in her mouth and joined her classmates as they crowded out the door.
Becky wasn't in class the next day, and I tried to overcome a feeling of total distraction over what I'd seen. It didn't seem real, and I felt like I was in a fog. On Thursday I gave the "Health" lecture to a room full of alternately bored and giggling students. After the class was over, I was gathering my things when Becky appeared in the doorway.
She was wearing the standard school uniform: the white blouse, the green and blue plaid skirt, her little white ankle socks with ruffles and white slip-on shoes.
"I'm here for the lecture make-up, Mr. White." She said, holding her books to her chest. I was nervous for a moment- then I thought, this is ridiculous. She is the student, I'm the teacher. She's a little tease and I have the authority.
"All right then, come on in." I said casually, sitting back in my chair.
"Where do you want me to sit?" She asked.
"Hop right up." I said, patting the desk in front of me. With a look of surprise (a feigned look?), she walked over and perched on the desk, almost right in front of me. Recalling the sucker incident, I summoned my courage and put my hand on her bare thigh. I couldn't believe myself- this was really happening.
