Heading To First Period With Tojo

"Hey bro, whatcha end up dreaming about? What kinda change will we see man!?" Tojo greeted me as he ran up to me while I fumbled with my lock, his breath was a bit heavy, and he had a bit of a sweat going.

"Dude, you look like a mess." I shook my head. "Were you running for any particular reason?"

"I didn't want to miss out on any juicy news from my bro. So, what happened?"

"Well, I had a dream where she was a bit more... open, let's put it that way."

"Open, open?" Tojo looked like a puppy, his ears perking up and everything.

"Not that open, Tojo, jeez. But she was a lot more... forward with me, and was willing to take me backstage for a private show. We didn't do anything though, cause my dumbass alarm had to wake me up." I frowned.

"Ah man! That kinda sucks! So, like, she's not gonna be any different then today huh?" Tojo's ears flattened, like he was the one who was upset.

"Well, not sure, man. We gotta get to class and find out." I turned and finished unlocking my locker, taking out a few of the things I needed for the day.

Tojo and I made our normal conversation as we walked to class, talking about girls, exes, future job prospects, etc. When we got to the door of our first class for the day, our jaws nearly dropped.

"Ah, Yumeo, and Mr. Tomoko! How are you both today?" Professor Yasumi was standing at the door, her legs crossed and showing her luscious, creamy thighs, leaning forward slightly and her massive cleavage was on display. It seemed her top button was missing, and she was wearing a shorter skirt.

"Hooooolyyyy shiiittttt!" Tojo whispered to me, his jaw hanging open. "What did you do!? I thought you said you didn't get a chance to get it in!?"

"This must be a byproduct of dreaming her as something more of an exhibitionist. I didn't think it'd be so effective..." I mumbled.

"Are you boys coming inside or not? Class is about to start!" Professor Yasumi had a smile on her face, but her eyes seemed to indicate she was slightly annoyed.

"Ah, yeah, sorry! You just look a lot different today, Ms. Yasumi! It's a very nice look!" I quickly covered.

"Why, thank you, Yumeo! My clothes shrunk a little in the wash, I was worried it wouldn't fit, but I guess it turned out alright!" She giggled and motioned for us to enter the classroom. "Well, come on, boys!"

"Right! Coming, Ms. Yasumi!" Tojo and I both nodded and walked inside.

I glanced around the classroom, and it seemed that everyone's attention was on our teacher. It was a sea of shocked faces and gaping mouths, and it was obvious the change in our teacher was affecting everyone. Some people were whispering about.

"Is Ms. Yasumi okay?"
"She looks like she doesn't care she's dressed a little, immodestly?"
"I can see her thong with that short skirt! Holy shit! It's black, I think, I can see a string!"
"What the hell is going on?"

Tojo and I took our usual spots, and Ms. Yasumi cleared her throat and started the class. "Good morning everyone, welcome to class, please take out your textbooks and open it to page 125. Today we will be starting our lesson on...."

She began speaking, and as she spoke, she would walk around the room, her ass bouncing ever so slightly, and her heels clicking as she walked. A few times her skirt rode up her thigh, showing the edge of a now noticeable black thong. Every time that happened, a collective gasp could be heard from the students (particularly the male ones) in the class, and when she would stop and adjust her skirt, it would draw the attention of everyone. Some of the women in the class would sigh, and some of the men would glare, but nobody really said anything.

Eventually class ended, and people started making their way towards their next classes, or just heading home for the day if they were those type of college slackers that only did a class a day. My friend Tojo wasn't as a slacker, he had to rush out despite wanting some possible time to talk with Professor Yasumi. More time for me, I guess.

"So, how did you enjoy class today, Yumeo?" Professor Yasumi had walked over and stood next to me, leaning against my desk, and I could feel heat emanating from under her skirt. It interrupted me putting my things away.

"It's uh, good, very enlightening. Your teaching is amazing, Ms. Yasumi. I've learned a lot already." I looked up at her.

"It seems everyone was intently focused on my instruction today, Your friend Mr. Tomoko especially, I think he was drooling though..." She chuckled.

"Haha, don't mind him ma'am, Tojo's an idiot. He does stuff like that."

"I'm glad you're a lot more mature than him, Yumeo." She smiled, and put her hand next to mine. "You can quit with some of the "ma'am" stuff, by the way. We're close enough in age, you can be less formal. Call me Rina when we're not in session."

"Oh, um, sure. Will do, Rina!" I gave her a wide smile, and her name rolled off my tongue so smoothly.

She laughed at the sound of that, and it triggered something spectacular! Another one of her shirt buttons popped off. Her tits bounced slightly, and her cleavage looked even better. It was hard to contain myself.

"Oops, sorry, I think I'm having a wardrobe malfunction...again." She blushed and looked away for a moment.

"N-no problem, Rina. Um, do you need help with that? I'm a good seamster." I offered, but she kept looking away.

"T-that's kind of you, Yumeo, but I think you need to get to your next class, right?"

"Oh, yeah, haha, I do. Well, I'll see you tomorrow then!" I quickly finished packing my stuff and left the room leaving the still blushing Professor Yasumi.

Obviously, she wasn't exhibitionist enough yet to be comfortable letting me get too close like that. Maybe that can be remedied later.