Ms. Dee Does Not Approve

Tanya took a deep breath as she walked in the door. She hoped her lack of underwear and freshly (self) fucked look were not so noticable.

Ms. Dee was her favorite teacher and she would hate to disappoint her. Besides, Stacey was in this class and she would tell Whitney and the girls if she noticed Tanya was out of sorts again.

The sharks would start circling for sure. She'd have to stride in confident and seemingly unbothered.

Ms. Dee was not initially surprised to see Tanya. Nurse Green had called to explain the girl might be late. Still, she had to double take when she noticed the "unusual attire" she was wearing.

"Ms. Graham, a word please," the teacher motioned her redheaded pupil to her desk. "Class please quietly read the next five pages. Thank you."

As Tanya approached the desk, she could feel the eyes of the class on her backside. She hoped facing Ms. Dee would prevent her "situation" from being too apparent to her peers.

"Tanya, I cannot believe what I'm seeing," Ms. Dee spoke in a low tone. "Is everything alright?"

Tanya blushed, but found her voice would not come due to her nerves.

"You've been such an exemplary student in the past... Studious and contentious. Why are you suddenly flaunting yourself like a spring break party girl in a wet T-shirt contest? This is practically obscene!"

Perhaps it wasn't that bad, but the sudden change had shocked the young teacher with such high hopes for Tanya.

"Um, well, I'm sorry, miss. Uh, it wasn't... I mean, I wasn't planning... Um, to be obscene! I'd never do that! It's just... There was an accident and... um, at the nurse's office I mean. Well, actually in her bathroom and I had to leave my bra!" Tanya rambled in an embarrassed whisper-yell.

The murmured laughs and comments behind her told Tanya at least a few people had heard her story. Oh, how she wished she was anywhere but here.

"Ah, I see," Ms. Dee softened a bit. "You had me worried for a moment. I'd hate to see you reduced to trading on your looks when you're such a nice, intelligent girl. That just would do for a lady. Would it?"

"No, miss," Tanya agreed.

"Indeed! Do try to keep a low profile for the rest of class. I'd hate to have anyone get the wrong impression."

"Right, miss," Tanya agreed, though her servile responses surprised even Tanya a bit.

"My old sorority sisters would have a field day with a girl showing so much. "Dress like a slut; act like a slut," they'd warn. Keep that in mind."

"Yes, miss," Tanya nodded. "Dress like a slut; act like a slut."

With that, Tanya was dismissed to join her peers.

Feeling small, she crossed her arms over her chest and found an empty seat near the back.

It was undeniable from her blush that Tanya was far from her seemingly unflappable self today.

Catching boys and girls alike glancing at her made Tanya wonder what kind of spectacle she was making of herself.

"I must look like such common trash right now," she considered, while lowering her dark red locks in a veil around her face.

Much like her morning, Tanya again found her focus drawn to her own slutty presentation, pushing her back into her cycle of arousal. The more she thought about looking like a slut, the more she felt like one, and the sluttier she felt the more turned on she got thinking about her peers judging eyes.

If a lesson was ongoing Tanya barely knew it.

"Maybe I should take a 'horny-helper" before this gets worse," she internally debated. "But what if someone sees me? That bottle is hardly inconspicuous."

She shook her head unthinkingly. "Besides, if I take these I'd basically be admitting that I am a clinical slut! Just like Jan and Nurse Green thought. I can hold out."

The renewed determination lasted a few minutes, until she caught herself staring longingly at Marc Jones.

He wasn't exactly a loser like some AV-club geek, but he would definitely never have a shot with Tanya normally. Even if his arms looked really good in that tight T-shirt... And his slightly ruffled hair made him look fun and cute... Tanya squeezed her thighs together again with a wave of lust.

"Wait! Why am I fantasizing about Marc?! Maybe I should just take a capsule. That's why Jan gave me them, right?" She thought.

Tanya slipped into her bag and retrieved the bright pink bottle as quietly as possible and dropped it in her lap. She was thankful the unusual bottle almost matched her pink skirt.

Before she could get ithe bottle opened, the girl in front of her passed Tanya an exam paper. Apparently, she had missed that announcement.

Ms. Dee watched her pupils as they settled in and began their exams, hoping not to find anyone cheating themselves with some form of trickery. She took that seriously.

She was a bit surprised when she noticed Tanya fidgeting with something in her lap.

The observant teacher rose and began circling the room for a better view.

Tanya, embarrassed to be seen with the pills, quickly slipped the bottle under her skirt.

Ms. Dee drew closer, now looming over the fidgeting student with guilt written on her face.

Tanya thanked God she had hidden the bottle before Ms. Dee could arrive. She would just die if she were caught with them.

She could feel the cold plastic between her thighs, but her hand clearly only rested on her skirt.

"What are you fiddling with, young lady?"

"Just myself, miss!" Tanya blurted out in protest of her innocence.

The whole class had a good laugh at this, much to Tanya's dismay.

"I mean, just fixing my skirt miss! I felt something..."

Additional sniggers rumbled through the class.

"Hmm. As long as what you felt wasn't some sort of cheat sheet"

"No, miss! I promise there's nothing in my skirt, but me!" Tanya blushed as she caught Stacey glancing her way in amusement.

Ms. Dee considered it for a moment. Tanya was usually a good student, why would she even try to cheat? But then again, she was acting odd. And the young teacher would not show favoritism.

"I'd like to believe you, but .."