Talk to Jan

Tanya finally cleared her head! She was grateful even if the circumstances were a bit embarrassing.

If you'd told Tanya a few days ago, she would have never believed she would strip naked in the nurse's restroom to masturbate. Or that she'd feel a need to do so.

Then again, she wouldn't have guessed she'd rush out to get a slutty tattoo either, but here she was trying to redress in the restroom contemplating how all this had happened.

Really, there was no time for this. She wanted to get to class, so at least her tardiness wouldn't be too disruptive.

She'd hate to disappoint Ms. Decorous.

Ms. Dee, as the kids called her, was young for a teacher and had a charisma that made her popular with all her students. For Tanya she was sort of a role model; powerful and yet feminine, intelligent yet playful, effortless yet always composed.

But first things first, Tanya had to decide whether to wear the wet bra she was currently wringing over the sink or go without.

"I'll look like a complete whore if I go without a bra in this thin blouse. I guess it's dry enough."

As she appraised the look she was a little less sure.

The damp black bra showed clearly through the soft blue blouse which clung to the wetness. Still, she didn't have much choice now.

With a nervous sigh, Tanya opened the door to where Jan sat waiting with a devilish smirk.

"Sounds like you had fun," she teased. But as her eyes assessed the typically immaculate redhead, she couldn't contain a question.

"Uh, Tanya... What's up with your shirt?"

Tanya blushed. "Is it noticable? I had an accident." She stopped herself not wanting to say any more.

"What do you mean? Don't leave me in suspense," she giggled.

"Well, I wanted to get comfortable... So I took off my clothes and my bra fell on the floor and got wet." Tanya muttered her explanation as quickly and quietly as possible hoping not to embarrass herself further.

Jan giggled more openly at that.

"Ugh, gross! You can't go to class wearing that wet bra. Who knows what kind of filth is on that floor! Go take it off. You can let it dry and come back for it tomorrow."

Tanya wanted to argue, but, like so many times recently, she felt unusually agreeable. Obedient even.

"I guess she's right," Tanya considered walking back into the restroom. "It is pretty gross that this bra was on the dirty, wet floor... Even if I did rinse it off."

Tanya stripped out of her blouse and bra for the second time in the small bathroom and rinsed the bra again for good measure. Then she did her best to rinse and dry her breasts, since the had contacted the dirty garment.

Unfortunately, the warm water, soft touch, and cool air combined to leave her nipples hardening under her palms.

She considered another self-love session, but Jan tapping on the door to speed her along had the intended effect.

Quickly, Tanya slipped the light blue blouse back on and frowned at how the thin shirt (now damp from contact with her bra) clung directly to her protruding nipples.

"Now, I look even worse!" She hesitated a second longer as the warm blush tinted her pale cheeks. "Still, there's nothing for it now. I need to go."

On wobbly knees, Tanya stepped back into the now almost predatory gaze of Jan.

"Did you have another go at it in there?" Jan ribbed at the somewhat humbled queen bee.

"No!" Tanya practically shouted in embarrassment.

"Took you long enough."

"Here," Jan held out a small bottle. "I've written instructions on the side, but I made the dosage small and they're all natural so you should be fine to take them whenever you start getting 'hot and bothered,' you know?"

Tanya thanked her as she took the container with shaking hands. "I really don't think these will be necessary. I feel much better now."

"I'll bet!" Jan teased. "All the same, these 'horny helpers' should have you feeling yourself again in no time."

The wordplay was lost on Tanya, who was too preoccupied to consider that Jan had actually given her a natural aphrodisiac instead of the anti-libidinal she was expecting.

Humbling a popular girl might be fun, she thought. And if Tanya wanted to play the slut, why not help her out?

Tanya stuffed the bottle into her bag and rushed out of the room. As she sped down the hall she silently worried if the blouse really was as noticable as she feared.