Arrival

You and Freya approach the front entrance of Kestern High School, a mix of excitement and nervousness buzzing through the air. After a quick hand-to-hand scanning of identification, a stern-looking administrator prints out your schedules and hands them over.

Freya's eyes widen as she scans hers, her eyebrows shooting up, “Just one class for the entire day? That's weird…” she mutters under her breath, giving you a sidelong glance that silently screams, “I know what you’ve done.”

Before you can respond, she's already striding off with her usual fearlessness towards the room number listed for her singular class, leaving you with a smug grin and a burgeoning sense of anticipation.

Meanwhile, you're directed to the faculty office nearby, to meet the teacher of your new harem class, Miss Bell. You knock on the door of her office for a good bit, hoping for an answer, before getting a little impatient and deciding to just burst right in. The door swings open to reveal a, surprisingly young, mixed-race woman with her face glued to a rather intimidating stack of documents that she’s currently filling out, a cup of coffee in her other hand as she hastily takes sip after sip like it’s the only thing keeping her alive.

Hearing the door smack against the wall of her office, however, Miss Bell hastily turns towards you, before awkwardly dropping her coffee and spilling it all over the floor and herself

“Ahhh! It can’t be! I swear that didn’t start for a whole other hour!” she screams, seemingly more so from the shock of her messed up schedule then from the hot coffee itself.

Despite her seeming unpreparedness and general ditzy demeanor, Miss Bell nonetheless has a nice, warm, inviting smile, and a riot of curly, coffee-brown hair framing her face. She's dressed in a tight, light blue skirt that clings to her curves in all the right places, and a white top that is now adorned with coffee stains.

“Hi there! Felix Huston, right? Sorry about the mess, still finishing up some stuff I shoulda had done last year,” she exclaims, her voice bubbly, soft, and free of the sternness you might expect given her role, “I'm Miss Bell, and I just can't wait to teach you and your classmates all about… about…”

“Whatever I decide?” you finish her sentence, unsure how someone this scatterbrained could possibly have become a teacher, before simultaneously realizing that this is probably why the school is making her head of some teen’s sex toy harem class, instead of a real academic subject.

“Yes! That’s right, whatever you decide. Boy, this class will be way easier then the ones I had last year,” Miss Bell exclaims, seemingly grateful for the decreased workload.

You can't help but notice the way her skirt rides up slightly as she moves in her chair, giving you a tantalizing peek at the lacy edge of her white undergarments. She seems to catch your gaze, and smiles warmly, adjusting her skirt to give you an even better view.

“I hope you don't mind, but I wasn’t exactly sure what your tastes in clothing were. So I just wore this for today,” she says with a nervous laugh, “I mean, it's not every day I get to teach a superior male student like yourself, after all! But if this skirt is too conservative, I can always hem it a bit shorter, give you a better view of my panties or ass. Whatever you’re into of course.”

You blush, feeling a bit taken aback by her forwardness, though you suppose it was to be expected, “Uh… yeah, that sounds like a great idea. I’d love if your skirt was basically a slightly long belt,” you manage to stammer out.

Miss Bell nods enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement and encouragement, “Wonderful! I'll get right on that after today. For now, shall we head to your harem class together? Introduce you to everyone?”

As you follow Miss Bell out into the hallway, you can't help but admire the sweet bounce of her ass in her tight skirt. She seems to sense your gaze and glances back over her shoulder, giving you a playful and encouraging wink.

“Feel free to look, Mr. Huston,” she loudly declares, without shame or nervousness, “After all, using my ass as hot eye candy is the least I can do for one of our school’s top students.”

Miss Bell leads you to a door near the end of the hallway on the second floor, adorned with a simple “B-2: Harem Class” sign. Swinging the door open, she steps aside to let you enter, her hand brushing against your shoulder in a warm, caring caress.

“Welcome to your new classroom, Mr. Huston,” she declares, “I have a feeling it's going to be a very... educational year, for everyone.”

All comments, questions, and suggestions are heard and greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading!