Ever goes unpunished

Monday came around again as unfortunately fast as it ever did. Peter and Stacy had stayed at the Jay's household all weekend. Their various parents having seemed to come to the conclusion that such was a safe place for them as well… If only they knew… Stacy was sat in class mulling over the past few days once more. She itched, again. Her skin was on fire under the constricting presence of her uniform. Just as it had done the day after she had lost her virginity.

She had pills to take. One a day. Every morning. The nurse had explained to her that they might have side effects. Might tip the delicate balance of hormones within a still blossoming young lady. Stacy had wondered even at the time what effect they might have on an already unbalanced, cock-craving teen slut. She was horny. Hornier than she'd ever been. Everything she thought of seemed tinted pink, and fleshy, and throbbing. Even thinking back to that visit to the health clinic. Being intimately looked at, and honestly talked to, and openly guided, by two gorgeous older women. Stacy found herself imagining THEM naked as well. Imagining the soft press of their breasts against her, the wise and knowing reach of their experienced fingers… and tongues…

She shook her head, knocking that one loose. But it was soon replaced by another fantasy. The one of lying in the middle of this very classroom, or of dancing naked with the dew once again. Her heart beat in her chest and nipples rose like bullets to rub against her bra cups. Even the concerning news Peter had relayed to her on saturday now only seemed a new and exciting development: He had checked their little website while she and Ms. Jay had been out. Someone else had found and looked at it. He had no idea who or how. It could have been any random internet wanderer across the world, really. Yet, it was a suspiciously quick coincidence for their hidden little nook to have been found. They had kept watch over the next day as well… whoever it was came back several more times. It would appear Stacy had an invisible admirer of all her handiwork. She wriggled in her seat at the thought.

A mistake. She had forgotten which class she was in. A book slammed down upon her desk, and suddenly she was looking up into the wheedling little eyes of Mr. Chambers, the head of mathematics. As he began his spiel, Stacy was suddenly filled with a recollection of the last time she had heard that nasal voice. It brought a smile to her lips.

“I’m sorry, Sleepy Stacy… are we making you uncomfortable?! Did we wake you up from an altogether more pleasant dream?” His words were laced with sickening honey. She hated the way he used ‘we’, as if the rest of the class were any more on his side than they were hers. The general consensus despised both sides of this equation equally, you shrivelled old douchebag.

“Have you listened to a word I’ve said all lesson, Miss Lee?”

‘Miss Lee’ hadn’t… yet her flame-filled chest seemed to give her a sudden self-destructive burst of renegade confidence.

“No sir… I’m afraid I haven’t. I was too distracted thinking about what Miss Palmer was wearing today…”

That caught him by surprise, though she didn’t think he realised who she was quoting. The class burst into an uproar of laughter. See: they’d KNOWN she was a massive lesbian. Mr. Chambers struggled to regain silence, obviously NOT taking a moment to shake his own image of the young bombshell teacher out of his head.

“Well... I don’t think another member of staff’s choice of attire should be any of your concern. Perhaps we should discuss your own ailing dress code instead… while you are catching up on my lesson later, in detention.”

Detention. Great. Now it would be even longer till she got to meet up with the boys again. Had it been worth the redirection of his normal bullying interrogation? Perhaps... Though his latter comments suddenly washed a little self-consciousness back into the girl. Her own dress code? Stacy glanced down for a second… She supposed she had started leaving an extra button unpopped… or two… or three. And she had caught herself subconsciously rolling the waistband of her skirt around itself… every now and then… tugging that hemline ever upwards. He had noticed?! Who else might have?! Had any other little details about herself changed since her after-school habits did? It was all very suddenly food for thought… and made the upcoming detention seem a little more sinister. Would it be just him and her? Alone after hours, in her current… less than ideal... state? That rapid heartbeat started up once more. Stacy tried her hardest not to wriggle.