Get out of trouble (roll + cool): 10+, absolutely.

You see her relax. “Oh no, sorry, it’s ok. I just thought… well I misread the situation.”

You pat her on the arm, “Not a problem Miss Wheeler. We can figure out another solution. Perhaps next time you can be prepared with an alternative to your button up?”

“Absolutely Mr. Turner.” She pauses. “I mean… I suppose we could work on body language today if I faced away from you while my shirt was open?”

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with that?”

“Yeah I mean, you aren’t the kind of guy to ask a girl to just… open her shirt in the middle of a classroom, so you’re the kind of guy whose safe to open your shirt around, you know?”

You smile. “I can’t argue with that logic.”

Marie turns to face the wall and unbuttons her shirt. You can see her roughly reflected in a framed print on the wall. She shimmies to shake the tension from her shoulders and you watch her tits bounce. They’re barely contained by her bra.

“Now Marie, how do you feel?”

“Actually a little less tense. I’m not afraid of popping out anymore.”

“That’s great to hear. I’m still seeing a little tension in your shoulders though.” You walk up behind her and place your hands on her. You’re conscious now of how short Marie is. Her head is just over your mid chest. You begin kneading her shoulders, watching surreptitiously as her chest rises and falls. “Is this relaxing?”

“Oh wow, yes. I didn’t realize how much tension I was carrying.”

“Do you have fifth period free, Miss Wheeler?”

She hums as she relaxes. “Yeah.”

“Good, then we can work on your body language in more depth.” You let your fingers reach down toward her collar bone, massaging closer and closer to her breasts. “Marie, I’m going to start massaging lower, releasing tension in your chest will help release the tension in your back.”

“Oh ok.” Marie has closed her eyes and has started to lean back into you.

You let your hands work slowly down her chest. Inch by inch you take more of her massive breasts into your hands. You pause briefly as your hands work their way inside the cups of her bra but she doesn’t seem to notice. As you reach her nipples, you take them between your middle fingers and ring fingers and gently roll them as you continue to massage her chest. She shivers slightly.

“I’m feeling a lot more relaxed now, Mr. Turner.”

“That’s wonderful to hear Miss Wheeler.” Your voice is low and soft.

“I feel like you might be getting more tense though.”

“What do you mean?”

She reaches behind her and starts massaging your growing erection through your slacks. She must have been able to feel it poking into her back. You chuckle.

“Yes well… this is about releasing your stress Miss Wheeler. Perhaps we can have you lie down on my desk and we’ll see where else you might be closed off?”