Give it a try.

"Well," Miss Wilson says, impatience growing in her voice, "are you at second base?"

"Yeah," you say, the confidence fading from your voice.

"How long have you two been dating?" she asks Sarah.

Sarah looks at the date Miss Wilson keeps on the board and thinks a bit before answering, "Three weeks and two days."

Miss Wilson looks at you and asks, "And you didn't say that earlier because you didn't want me to separate you two, correct?" You both nod, praying this is about to end. "But then you decided to confess when you feared I might get your parents involved." Still nodding, Miss Wilson asks, "And what would be so bad about getting your parents involved? The situation would resolve itself in no time if we did."

"Well, you see," Sarah starts, all the while you pray she says something convincing, "earlier in the year, when John came over to help me study, we got stoned and my dad came home early. My dad blamed him and now I'm not really supposed to see him, which was hard since we sit next to each other. And before long the friendship became an attraction, so I'm dating John behind my father's back." 'God bless Sarah,' you think to yourself. 'An almost true statement that gets us off the hook.'

"Ah, I see," Miss Wilson says confidently. "John, is Sarah a natural blonde?"

"Yeah," you say confidently. Miss Wilson grins slightly, and you immediately kick yourself mentally as you see Sarah shoot you a look that says, 'Idiot.'

"You sound so confident," Miss Wilson says, stone faced again, "Why would you be so confident if you're only at second base?"

You can feel a noose tightening around your neck, when all of a sudden you hear Sarah's voice. "It was on a bet. He won, so I had to give him my panties on the spot. I was wearing jeans and a belly shirt, so I had to take off my jeans to give him my panties, naturally he would have seen my blonde hairs." 'After that performance and my royal fuck up,' you think, 'I think I owe Sarah a few kisses on her nether lips.'

"Alright, I think we're about done here." Miss Wilson says easing off her tone. "Just one last thing, John, does Sarah have any tan lines on her chest?"

Caught off guard, you answer weakly, "Slight, it's winter, so of course her tan's faded a bit. But there is a slight trace of tan lines." Upon hearing you say this, Sarah swallows hard, not hard enough for anything to be heard, but enough for you to know you guessed wrong.

"Well then," Miss Wilson says grinning, "all that leaves is the proof. Sarah, please stand and remove your blouse, cardigan, and bra. And when you're done, arms at your sides." Sarah stands up, and you bless her slightly under confident face. Refusal gives it away, slight hesitation means she's uncomfortable stripping in front of Miss Wilson in a classroom. Your only hope now is Miss Wilson only wants to test Sarah's confidence.

Sarah takes a breath, causing her breasts to bounce slightly, and unbuttons and removes the cardigan and places it on the desk. As she unbuttons her blouse, Miss Wilson's gaze seems to be focused on the skin Sarah is revealing with each button that's opened. This puts all types of dirty thoughts in your head and causes your pants to tighten, and you realize Miss Wilson isn't testing Sarah, she's going to make her disrobe and flaunt her orbs.

With the last button opened, Sarah pulls off the blouse and places it with her cardigan, revealing a red bra that was probably mostly covered by the cardigan since you didn't notice it earlier. With a deep breath, Sarah reaches behind her and unsnaps the clasp, causing the bulge in your pants to start twitching in anticipation of what you're about to see. As Sarah slides the straps down her arms, Miss Wilson licks her lips as Sarah's face falls, realizing Miss Wilson isn't going to tell her to stop. Sarah's bra slides into the pile of clothes on her desk, as her breasts finally come into view.

Miss Wilson smiles, looking at the lightly tanned flesh capped with pink nipples that lacks even the slightest trace of a tan line. While the idea that Sarah tans topless, at the least, is certainly keeping the blood rushing to your little head, Miss Wilson's voice will have an opposite effect. The moment she opens her mouth, funeral bells will start to ring.

"My, my, my, what have we here?" Miss Wilson asks, with a hungry grin and a dark look in her eyes. "There's a light tan all over your chest, and yet John, someone who got to see and feel your bare chest, said there were slight tan lines. Seems he hasn't made it to second, but then why would you tell me he's felt you up? Perhaps because it makes the idea of semi-intimate contact in the classroom more plausible." Miss Wilson moves towards Sarah and continues, "And the reason you wanted to make the idea more believable would probably be because of THIS!" To punctuate her sentence, Miss Wilson grabbed the front of Sarah's skirt and flips it up, revealing Sarah's trimmed, pantyless pussy. "This would certainly explain why he knew you were a natural blonde." With an edge in her voice, Miss Wilson barks, "Sit down, Sarah."

As Sarah sits down, Miss Wilson paces back and forth with a look that says, 'Decisions, decisions,' she's trying to come up with something appropriate for what you two just did, causing you to see every chance you ever had with Sarah fly out the window. After a short amount of time, the dark smile returns to Miss Wilson's face and she turns to the two of you, ready to hand out her punishment.