Every bit as good and more

Christina walked into the room calmly, like nothing was out of the ordinary, her feet lightly slapping the floor. She kept a pace she felt showed that extra bit of confidence and tilted her head up ever so slightly. She was careful to not make eye contact with anyone, walking back to her desk like she did every other time she’d returned from the restroom.

Murmurs grew across the room, and hushed whispers. Mr. Johnson had stopped talking entirely, but she could hear her friend Sara quietly asking if she’d lost her mind. Christina ignored her and reached her desk.

“Right on!” one of the male students said, brave enough to speak his mind.

“James, watch yourself!” the teacher exclaimed, crossing the front of the class towards his desk.

Sliding into her desk, the plastic chair slightly cold against her butt and back, Christina had to fight back a smile. She picked up her pencil and sat, trying to look attentive and ready to take notes.

The teacher grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and walked briskly through the aisle before draping it across his naked student’s chest. He leaned forward and hissed in her ear, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you” before walking back to his desk and grabbing the receiver of the cheap plastic phone every teacher had in their classroom. Calling the administrative office, no doubt.

Christina felt butterflies in her stomach, but didn’t mind that. She teachers jacket slid down slightly, exposing her collarbone but stopping short of showing off her breasts again. A growing warmth between her legs caught her mind and she finally allowed herself to smile a bit.

This suspension was going to be so worth it.

Author's preferred end to this path.