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Like most students, Julia didn't enjoy Math due to poor teachers. Sure, she tried her best, but over the years, with her parents not caring and most people saying she wasn't good at Math, she stopped paying attention. Instead, her eyes would look outside, and she'd watch the trees, their silver leaves, and how they rippled. She managed to squeak by in Math class, but she never got as good grades as her brother, who was in University.
This is how it went throughout Middle School and now High School. Finally, 9th Grade, she failed Math, so for 10th Grade, she ended up in the remedial class. Their teacher was a very old man who spoke like he was living in maple syrup. He was rather strict, but he had to be to wrangle the remedial class. However, most of the time, Mr. O'Leary spent his time sleeping in class while they did (or, in Julia's case, didn't do) worksheets.
After the Christmas holidays where nothing of note happened, Julia ran into class late, sliding into her seat, still panting. She expected Mr. O'Leary to yell at her and tell her to go to the office, but nothing happened. In fact, Mr. O'Leary was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, a woman stood near the chalkboard. She had dark, black hair cut in a rough bob and square horn-rimmed glasses. She was wearing a simple blue blouse decorated with flowers, black jeans, and black runners.
"Ah, the last person to arrive. Please don't make a habit of it, but today is okay," the teacher said. "Hi, I'm Ms. May. And I will be your teacher from now on since Mr. O'Leary decided to retire suddenly."
Whispers rushed around the room. Did Mr. O'Leary really hate them that much?
Julia rolled her eyes, taking out some paper to doodle on. She usually scribbled smiley faces and stars on her notes.
"I have been at this school for eight years," Ms. May continued. "It's wonderful to meet you all and see some familiar faces. I hope this remaining year will prove to be interesting for everyone."
Her eyes roved around the class, meeting everyone's eyes in turn. Julia didn't know anyone in the class. She almost rolled her eyes, but then Ms. May met her eyes. A small smile spread across Ms. May's lips, one that creased the corners of her eyes.
And in that one moment, Julia fell in love.
Her cheeks turned red, her heart started to quicken, and words rushed into her skull, with things like, she's so nice! Her smile is so pretty! and I love her glasses.
Ms. May had such long fingers. Ms. May had such a lovely smile.
And Julia rested her head on her left hand, holding one pencil loosely in her right.
It was the first day, and it wasn't like anything else was going to happen...
And she was off, on a sea of daydreams.
"Julia Griffin," Ms. May said in her sensual voice. She licked her lips, eyeing Julia up and down. (In the real world, Julia sighed).
"Present and accounted for," Julia answered, crossing her legs. Her underwear felt unfairly wet.
Ms. May kicked off her boots and socks into a forgotten corner and fiddled with the buttons, unbuttoning just one. It left a tantalizing glimpse of her clavicles.
Julia let out a wavery gasp. The other students scribbled down everything, and Julia scrambled for her pencil.
Another button disappeared, Ms. May sticking her tongue out of her mouth as she unbuttoned one more. There was one more button, and somehow more and more buttons which went down the front of her shirt.
She fiddled with one button until it stuck out strangely against her skin. She pulled her shirt down slightly, the tops of her heaving breasts showing, along with a glimpse of a lacey, white bra. "What's the volume of a sphere, anyone?"
She peeled off her blouse, pulling it off and over her head. Black strands of hair hung around her head in a halo, but more important than that was: Ms. May in nothing more than a bra.
Her stomach was smooth and toned, and her breasts were cradled with a lacey white bra. She reached into her bra, cradling her right breast in one hand, the pink of her areola peeking over her hand.
Julia rattled off the correct equation, and Ms. May continued, dropping her hand. "Thanks, class." Her breasts jiggled, and she leaned down to peel off her pants in one movement. She dropped them on the floor. She had dainty blue panties, but Julia could do nothing more than take in Ms. May's thin legs.
Especially when she leaned over to show her breasts.
"Bra or panties first?" she asked. "Let's do a vote to keep it fair."
The class quickly voted -Julia voted for a bra- and Ms. May reached up to her bra, wriggling down the straps until they hung down. She reached behind, loosening and then taking off her bra.
Her breasts boinged free. Without the confines of her bra, they were shapely and huge. She held up the bra, and it dangled from her pinched fingers. She held it out to Julia, and Julia grabbed it, pressing her nose to the white fabric almost immediately. It smelled of rosewater shampoo. Rose for an elegant woman, of course.
The lace tangled in her fingers, rather rough to the touch, but it would be nothing compared to touching Ms. May.
But, even in her daydream, she knew the show must go on. Her hand pressed to her pants, and she yearned, holding the bra tight in a bundle.
"Now, the panties," the teacher said and took them off, but balanced them on one foot, letting them drop on the floor.
Her privates were only fully shaved. Someone was calling for her, and she shook her head and-
Julia blinked. Once. Twice.
She was back to earth, no worse for wear, except her panties were wet. The classroom was twittering and the guy sitting next to Julia rolled his eyes. She looked around, meeting the eyes of Ms. May, who was standing next to her desk.
Ms. May.
Her blouse was fully buttoned up, and she wasn't naked.
Julia let out a staggering breath and said nothing. Words were frozen on her lips, even as Ms. May gave her a gentle smile. "You must be Julia Griffin. Wonderful, now that you're back on earth with us."
Great, now Ms. May would find her weird, all daydreaming. Julia didn't usually daydream about people, but Ms. May was right there and all alluring like! How could Julia not daydream about her?
Ms. May resumed attendance, and Julia was too discombobulated to do much else than sit there. Once attendance was finished, Ms. May asked who would send down the attendance folder to the office.
Julia's hand shot up straight away, almost without her wanting it to. To spend more time with her beloved, she wanted nothing more, but she also needed the walk.
Ms. May smiled another kindly smile. Julia stood up, taking the folder as something precious instead of just attendance sheets. "Before you go..."
Julia paused, hoping, daydreaming:
"I want to have sex with you," Ms. May would say. "Stay after class for an afterschool lesson."
But no, Ms. May said to the entire class while adjusting her glasses, "we're going to have a mini-assignment today. I want to see where everyone is." Everyone groaned, and Julia wanted to yell at everyone that Ms. May was trying her best, and how dare they! "It's not as bad as it seems. You can talk amongst yourselves. Just try to finish it before class ends."
So it was just going to be a repeat of Mr. O'Leary's class. How disappointing. Julia rolled her lip between her teeth.
Ms. May gave a stack to the start of each row, telling them to pass it back, and then she sat down at her desk, picking up a stack of papers.
Julia wriggled her feet, stepping from her left foot to the right one. "Um," she said.
"Julia, you can go now. That's all. Don't take too long, okay?" Another smile and she returned to the papers.
"Don't take too long to cum."
Julia shook her head, wishing she was a piece of paper so that Ms. May could mark her all over with her red pen. She shook her head and left the classroom. The hallways were strangely quiet during class time. Julia skipped down the hallway, peeking into the classrooms as she went. Shadowy shapes morphed and shifted behind the windows in the doors.
Students and teachers alike.
Julia found the office and dropped it off, skipping back down the hallway.
She barely heard the receptionist telling her not to run. She could've very easily returned to class. But her panties were wet, and she had to go to the bathroom. She walked down the hallway a little faster and froze when she spotted a teacher making the rounds.
It was Mr. Fried, the gym teacher, who was a real stickler for rules. Their school didn't have hall passes, but no doubt he wouldn't be happy to see her wandering around the school.
Julia found the nearest washroom and darted inside. She clapped her hand to her mouth at the scent of weed and moseyed down the stalls.
The last one was empty and had the least piss on the seat, so Julia moseyed in, yanked down her pants, and sat down. The seat was cold. She peed and then checked her panties over. The center of her pantie was wet with slime. She winced.
It was very thick, and she wiped it off with her fingers. Then, holding up her fingers covered in discharge, she reached down to her privates. She ran one finger down her wetness, ending at her clit. Another stroke. She squeezed her legs together.
If she squinted, she could imagine Ms. May in here with her, and Ms. May was the one stroking her.
Ms. May pushed aside her panties. Julia almost fell into the toilet but rested her hands on the sides of the cold white seat and hovered. Her limbs burned.
Ms. May's fingers rubbed and pinched, Julia squeezing her thighs together.
Julia let out a gasp, pressing her head back against the stall. Nobody had come in yet, and Julia kept using her fingers.
"Come on," Ms. May said, twisting around her. Everywhere was Ms. May. Ms. May knelt down, licking a long streak down Julia.
It was cold and wet.
Julia bit her lip. Warmth spread across her body, and her hips bucked into her teacher's mouth.
Back in the real world, she writhed, but nothing happened, and she was left feeling limp and unsatisfied. She managed to keep herself from falling into the toilet, but after she came down from her orgasm, she cringed. Here she was, masturbating in a toilet stall. She had to get back to class.
After she washed her hands.