A humiliating itch...

Tiffany squirmed in her seat. Her delectable teen ass slid forward and back, forward and back, rubbing against the wood. As she rubbed her butt against the seat, she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Tiffany, high school Senior, cheerleader, princess tease, was antsy. Very antsy indeed.

She swung her right leg over her left, crossing them in mid-thigh, and squeezed the muscles in her legs. She scooted back an inch in her desk chair. Nothing she did revealed the terrible itching in her sweet young pussy, the itch that spread deep up into her virgin asshole..... dame "curse" was causing her pussy to swell and itch as her purple shinny thong began filling with wetness...

She was afraid that if she wriggled much more, her embarrassingly short cheer skirt, which was already climbing up her thighs, would ride up high enough to expose her thong panties in front of her teacher and all her classmates.

Mr. John, her English teacher, was droning on about Emily Dickinson in front of the class. Tiffany was too pre-occupied with the uncomfortable feeling in her pussy and ass to notice how often Green was looking her way. He didn't stop talking, but he was keeping his eye on the writhing youngster.

What he saw was one of the prettiest, sexiest young girls at his High School.....Even in days past, when Tiffany had dressed like a typical teenaged girl, she had been a vision of pure desirability. She stood five feet seven inches, weighed 115 pounds, and had blonde wavy hair that fell down over her shoulders and gorgeous blue eyes. She had sprouted a fantastic set of tits over the last couple of years, perfect grapefruit-sized beauties that stood out from her chest with the arrogance of youth. Capped with the kind of large pink nipples that you usually only saw in girlie magazines. Her slender waist flared out into rounded hips, and from there on down she was nothing but long, tanned legs. Her cheerleading kept her fit. Her family's money kept her tanned, with regular trips to a tanning salon, and exquisitely groomed with regular trips to the best hair stylist in town.

But today, Tiffany was not dressed like the other girls. Just about everybody, even the rich bitches like Tiff, wore jeans, sneakers and T- shirts to school. It might as well have been the official school uniform. Tiffany, however, wore a version of her cheer outfit that was about one size too small for her, so that her breasts pushed the front of the top out, calling more attention to them. A pleated pleated skirt was the traditional cheer girl look, but this skirt was much shorter than any normal school would ever allow. It fell only a few inches below the cheeks of her ass, and that's why she was so concerned about it riding up as she wiggled in her seat. On her feet, she wore cork heeled wedges that accented her tight ass and made her skirt seem even shorter...

It was an outfit that virtually screamed "Look at me! Look at what a sexy little teen tease I am!" Which was the idea. But not totally Tiffany's idea. Tiffany was mortified by being **** to wear the too-tight cheer top and the too-short skirt by this damn "curse" that had been put on her body.....

But she had forgotten about her deep shame for the moment as the unbearable, agonizing itching in her pussy suddenly became even worse.... what was happening to her? What was the pitch that was tearing into her pussy driving her insane... what was she sitting in class squirming in a tight shrunken cheer suit wishing her pussy could be touched and her "itch scratched"... she momentarily realized what a sexy spectacle she must be...