Next lesson – PE

We are eager to leave ‘divinity’ and its lecherous master. But Kolleen has a dilemma, in that she is still only half dressed. We could go back to our room to pick up a spare uniform, but that would make us late for our next lesson and we cannot afford to do that again. Kolleen elects to bravely tough it out. After all, the next teacher might not be so cruel. No need to anger him unreasonably.

“Here, you had better take this.” Kolleen says, shrugging off Lauren’s blazer. “No sense us both getting into trouble again.”

The auburn haired former rebel stands barefoot and almost naked in the school corridor, holding out the blazer, dressed only in a pair of high-waisted school panties.

“Keep it,” instructs Lauren defiantly. And for a moment we all feel a bit braver. Its us against the school.

Kolleen slips the blazer back on, concealing her bare breasts as best she can. Then she leans forward and gives the brunette a kiss of gratitude; off the cheek, but not quite on the lips. Lauren blushes happily.

The blonde twins have kept quiet so far, but now Kellie bids us to hurry to our next lesson, before we are considered late again. We clatter down the hall in our riding boots, except for Kolleen, whose bare feet slap the floor as she runs after us.

As we enter the changing rom, we are greeted by a disturbing sight. There is a seedy looking bald man rifling through the lockers, sniffing the girls’ PE knickers. We stand still in hesitation.

Finally, the man looks up.

“What are you staring at?” he demands. "These aren’t your lockers. Your stuff’s over there.” The seedy man indicates another rank of lockers in another part of the changing room. “These were used first period,” he adds by way of afterthought. Nervously we edge our way over to where he indicated our lockers could be found.

We talk in subdued voices, not wanting to be heard by the strange man.

“Do you think he..?” begins Kellie.

“Might be our PE teacher?” finishes Kolleen. “I’m betting he is.”

“He doesn’t look very fit,” comments Kendall.

“No, he doesn’t,” I chip in. We all laugh under our breath.

“Do you think we should check our lockers?” asks Lauren.

We each open our assigned locker and pull out our PE kit. It consists of thick ankle socks and a variety of boots and sports shoes for different activities. There is a short pleated miniskirt similar to the regular school one and a cropped top, which resembles a sports bra, but seems to be made of a gauzy material.

“What’s the betting it goes see-through once you get it over your tits?” asks Kolleen. Nobody takes up the bet.

“And what are these doing here?” exclaims Kellie, holding up a skimpy thong in the school colours. “These aren’t PE knickers. They’ll go straight up your crotch and arse and get covered in sweat.”

“I think that’s the point,” comments her sister, indicating the panty-sniffer nearby.

“Do you think we should get dressed?” asks Lauren, also nervously eyeing the bald man.

“If you can call it that,” comments Kolleen wryly.

Probably figuring that she is already half naked anyway, Kolleen begins to get changed. She adds the pleated skirt to her pantie-clad hips, pus on the socks, shrugs off Lauren’s blazer and adds the ‘sports top’.

“Yeah, figured,” she adds, looking down at her prominent breasts, flattened, but clearly visible through the material.

As an afterthought, Kolleen lowers the school panties down her shapely legs and slides the skimpy thong up. She doesn’t seem willing to take the risk anymore of being caught in ‘inappropriate dress.

As the rest of us begin to get changed, the seedy man saunters over. He lights a cigarette and regards our varying states of nudity with obvious pleasure.

“Excuse me, sir,” I begin. “But are you our PE teacher?” I can scarcely keep the incredulity out of my voice.

“That’s me,” he answers, coughing out smoke fumes. “Mr Lear. Head of PE. We’ll soon get those saucy young bodies of yours hot and bothered.”

Although he is considerably taller than me, I note that he has that disconcerting male habit of addressing my breasts rather than my face. I turn away.

“Please, sir,” asks Lauren. “Aren’t we joining with the other classes for PE?”

“No,” responds Lear. “Wednesday afternoon’s is whole school sports. The rest of the week, I prefer to do you in groups of five.” He chuckles at the obvious innuendo.