Go to the source - The Professor & TA

Deciding to go straight to the source Tia quickly undid her ponytail and fished out another hair fastener. Teachers, in her opinion, were frustrated, horny beasts. The grumpier they were the worse the case of blue-balls. The schoolgirl never failed to have them eating out of her hand. Putting her hair into two pig-tails, then an extremely quick make-up check was all she needed.

"Oh Professor Smith!" she called, and waited until he and his assistant had both looked her way before starting to trot his way with an extra bounce in her step, almost as if she were skipping. She'd forgotten all about the wind, unfortunately, and the enticing 'almost glimpse' that she'd been aiming for turning into a full flash of her panties as her skirt blew up with each step, showing every inch of the blue g-string she'd chosen that morning.

"I'm so glad to see you, sirs," she graced each of the men with a sweet innocent smile, not yet knowing which would be the more useful to her. "I've been terribly concerned about my grades. You see, I've been a terribly bad girl," she said with a pout. Guys loved pouts. And the bad-girl reference would surely turn their thoughts to dirty areas.

"Oh?" the teaching assistant tried for a deep voice, but it came out like a voice-cracking teenager, making him flush red in annoyance.

"Oh yes!" she nodded vigorously. "My daddy would spank me if he saw my marks, but I've been trying so hard," she took hold of a ponytail, twisting it as she talked, then tugging it toward her mouth. Unfortunately she had slipped her backpack strap over it when she'd rushed over, and the small tug became painful as it yanked more on her scalp than her hair, bringing a tear to her eyes.

"You are in my class?" the professor finally asked, and she nodded eagerly with a big smile.

"Oh yes! You are an excellent teacher."

"And yet you don't seem to be learning."

"Oh, well, I guess I'm just not that smart," she said with a blush, realizing how close she'd come to calling him a bad teacher. After all, if he was such a good teacher what other excuse could she have for not learning from him?

"Maybe some personal tutoring....?" the teacher's aide suggested, a little hopefully, eyeing her up and down.

"Hmm..." the professor sounded doubtful. "Do you have your last test?"

"My...?" Tia stared at him for a long moment before remembering that he'd just handed back a test to them. Turning, she plopped her bag to the ground. Her hair turned out to be caught on a buckle of the bag and jerked her head down painfully, leaving her stiff-legged and facing away from them. A helpful gust of wind lifted the skirt above her waist, baring two naked buttocks and the floss of a thong between them.

Tia's mind was only on her hair, and she struggled for a long time to try and extricate herself before finally getting herself free and commencing the search for her test.

"It's in her somewhere. Give me a minute," she said, oblivious to the fact that the skirt was sitting on her lower back. All the other times she'd worn a pleated skirt it had been of heavier material and she'd never had to worry about this sort of thing, but this particular skirt had been a suggestion of Jacob's, and in spite of it being very short she bought it, liking the color, while he liked the little zipper at the side that would make it fall in an instant. It had an unfortunate tendency to slide down, however, and had been doing so all day, leaving the skirt dangerously loose on her hips.

"Here it is!" she announced, whirling around to a cherry-faced T.A. and a blinking professor. Pretending not to notice their expressions - and assuming them to be because of the way her skirt so nearly revealed forbidden territory - she held out the test.

"Ah..." Was all the professor said as he glanced at the pages. "I believe this matter can be solved..."