Shop Class

“Two more classes. Just two more classes. I can do this.”

Renee chanted to herself as she arrived to shop class with Mr. Fenderson. Appreciative that she had the workbench that was facing towards the class, so she could see if anyone was trying to get a peek. Heads already were turned onto her and her clearly exposed thighs. She also shared this class with students that were in her previous two classes as they whispered to their friends about Renee's escapades. She decided she would use this period to focus on her work and not think about the hellish night and day she was having.

After attendance was called and the somewhat overweight teacher began helping those who needed it, the rest of the class began to get to work on their freestyle projects. Renee was currently making a sophisticated birdhouse. Wanting to have a railing, she was currently measuring and sawing small pieces of wood. A fellow peer had her in his peripherals. Blake, who had a crush on Renee since freshman year, was still sore from her rejection of a simple coffee the week before. Hatching a scheme to help see what laid underneath that shirt. Although he saw her online, and at the parade last night, it was unfortunately too quick, he was in the back of a crowd, and her best parts were covered up. He was better off with the **** Redhead playlist he had on pornhub watching her rub herself once he got home. But now was his chance to see the real deal up close.

Noticing Renee in a focused state in which nothing mattered but the task at hand, Blake got up from his workbench with a devious grin on his face. He had become quite skilled with his pocket knife lately, and wanted to see if he could pull something off. Looking at the sides of her shirt he calculated and sprung into action.

“Hey Renee, carving away, eh?” Blake shouted somewhat to see if she was paying attention, and she was paying it to her work as the easily spooked ginger didn't even flinch. He looked down at her backside seeing two little hams peeking ever so slightly out. He slowly put his phone under her legs and took several pictures of her undercarriage. Readjusting his pants Blake went through with the rest of his scheme.

“Here, let me help with that.” Blake insisted, reaching for the ruler with his right hand as he stealthily raised his pocket knife up the left side of her shirt with ease. He tried to contain his laughter seeing a generous amount of her fleshy peach. But mainly his appeal came to the side view of her jubilant jugs as the shirt barely concealed her nipples. As Renee remained focused, she lifted a hand up to shoo him away, grabbing the ruler from him instantly.

“Not now Blake. Please go away. If I need your help, I'll ask.”

“Ok Renee jeez. Calm your titties. My bad…” he sighed and then coughed loudly, slicing the right side of her shirt while putting away the pocket knife, bumping into her slightly as a bit of nipple came out then hid away. Smirking to himself Blake headed back to his bench pleased how his plan went off with ease. While Renee continued to work, Blake just smiled mischievously at the amount of cleavage and booty he had in view now.

Renee didn’t notice the cool air brushing against her form but her nipples did as they started to puff out of her shirt. Causing Blake to whistle at his friend, nodding his head towards the redhead. As they both looked over, the classmates took suit. Chuckling to themselves at her nipples protruding the white fabric as Renee pressed on. After getting the final piece of wood carved, the redheaded beauty looked up to a see of eyes pinpointed at her. Looking down at herself, a blush began to break over her entire face, seeing her nips at full attention.

When she reached for the bottom of the shirt to adjust it, her hand was so fast it blew a small gust at the oversized fabric and revealed her arrow bush for a quick second. Surveying the damage, she could see both sides had been split perfectly, barely hanging on at this point. Now in the realization her body could once again be easily exposed with just a tug of her shirt; the blush radiated to the rest of her athletic body.

She let out a small eep and ducked down a bit, trying to return her focus to her work. She now regretted not taking the home economics class instead of shop as Maddison said they were gonna be sewing today and she was bummed she was gonna be out of town to miss it. At least Renee had one more class, then could drive home and get decently dressed for a change. Surely, there was no way this day could end as badly as last night.