Time for more teasing

Hannah had already sat through another exam when she finally arrived at Professor Barrett's class, hoping that she might have passed by the skin of her teeth. She looked a little pale, partly from the guilt she felt at once more having failed to motivate herself to study, and partly from the make-up she had just touched up earlier to make her seem even more **** and nervous.

Today, Hannah was wearing a buttoned-up blazer over a white blouse and a pair of matching long pants. Her entire outfit was elegantly stylish, but when she flashed a nervous, sickly smile at Professor Barrett when entering the class, it was also rather clear that there would be no sight of ginger locks today apart from those on her head.

When the test begun, Hannah did her best to work her way through the questions, knowing that she got some right from the things she had picked up during class, but also passing on some points in the risky strategy she had chosen. She didn't want to pass this test. She didn't want to fail by much, but by enough to jeopardize her grade enough to hopefully trigger Professor Barrett's protective instincts. She made sure to shift in her seat, to slightly sigh and to stare at the ceiling in **** hope that the answers might come to her through some divine intervention. In short, she played the part of the nervous schoolgirl, eventually even quickening her breathing as if she were only a few more tough questions from a panic attack, though she did take care not to disturb the other students in the class too much, hoping that it didn't take a lot to once more capture her teacher's attention.

As her breathing got quicker, her left hand eventually slid down her torso, passing over her chest in an elegant casual movement before opening the buttons of her blazer.

A few minutes later, she carefully slid her hand inside her opened blazer, as if she were trying to feel her heart on autopilot, when she was actually running her fingers ever so slightly over her nipple through the soft cloth of her blouse. When she had repeated the motion with her right hand and her left nipple, she eventually took off the blazer and folded it over the back of her chair.

As her blouse came fully into view, it quickly became clear that the silky material was not only wafting gently over her torso, clinging to every accent of her shape, but also that it was just a tiny little bit too thin to not be slightly see-through. For a moment, Hannah thought that she felt the gaze of more than just one red-blooded male being in the room on her, and she blushed in embarrassment at her own forwardness, while still staring down onto her test. Anyone who looked at the redhead for longer than a second would also quickly realize that she was not wearing a bra. Her supple breasts were firmly resting on her frame, lacking for no support at the girl's tender age, and her nipples peeked noticeably against the thin cloth, due to the light breeze of the air conditioning and her earlier preparations.

Buddy walked about the class, trying to keep a warm, reassuring smile on his face the whole time for those lacking confidence. When he looked over and saw Hannah reaching into her blazer, it almost looked like she might have a heart attack right there. Like she was checking her arm for throbbing pain and her heart for violent thumping. But soon off came the blazer. No one would be oblivious to how much her breasts were outlined in that silky top. If this weren’t the poor defenseless Hannah he had talked to yesterday, he would’ve assumed she wanted everyone to see her breasts in this form.

After fully realizing the extent of what Hannah was showing off, Buddy couldn’t afford to be out and about anymore. He had to sit down behind the little privacy of his desk to conceal his obvious arousal.

During her test, Hannah had to fight back the smile sneaking into the corners of her lips when she saw Professor Barrett rush over to his desk, but she was able to keep up her worried look.

Hannah remained like this, as if unaware of how much she was showing, for the remaining minutes of the test. Eventually she scribbled down her last answer on the designated line, and then something else at the bottom of her test sheet. There, it now read "I'm sorry! :'(", as she finally handed her papers to her Professor, seemingly not even daring to look up at him but instead staring at the nothingness in front of her, shameful and at the brink of tears.