The 1:15 bell rang at the St. Agnes academy. The students filed into the classroom of Ms. Mary Bennett the 12th grade math teacher. The teenagers were dressed in neat uniforms and sat down quietly. The girls wore plaid skirts and blue sweaters; the boys wore black blazers with kaki pants. The classroom was conservatively decorated; only a cross-hung on the wall.
"All right let's start the lesson." said Ms. Bennett As she began to write an equation on the board, another student entered the room.
The student was 18-year-old Hunter Jones, a student known for his rude behavior and his inability to conform to the hierarchy of the school. He had stumbled into class, a rare occurrence. He looked like a ragamuffin, his uniform dirty, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, and brownish hair going in every direction. Nevertheless, this was a rare occurrence, which caused the students in the class to begin whispering to one another. This caught the attention of Ms. Bennett.
The teacher turned to the boy and said, "Mr. Jones it's nice of you to join us." Hunter glared at the teacher before walking to his seat.
Ms. Bennett turned to the board and said, "Ok lets continue with the lesson."
Hunter sat down at his desk towards the back of the room and put his head down. He was in no mood to learn about quadratic equations; he never was in the mood to learn. The only reason why he even showed up to class was to look at Ms. Bennett's sexy figure. She was much younger than most of the teachers, at age 27 she was in her sexual prime however she was secretly a virgin.
She wore a simple white blouse that hardly hid her large breasts, which were covered in a black lace bra. She also wore a short black pencil skirt and a pair of brown slip on shoes. She fixed her large, round glasses that gave her a nerdy look. Her soft voice helped sooth his troubled mind. She was the one teacher that didn't yell at him for showing up late or smelling like weed or booze. He also found her incredibly attractive and would fantasize about her frequently.
The 2:10 bell rang signaling the end of the school day. The students filed out of the classroom in an orderly fashion all except for Hunter who was asleep drooling on his desk dreaming of what panties Ms. Bennett was wearing today. The teacher was packing up her belongings when she noticed there was still one student in her classroom.
She walked over to the boy's desk with her trusty ruler in hand and smacked the instrument on the hard wood of the desk. Hunter snapped awake.
"Huh, what?" He mumbled.
"Why do you even bother showing up to my class?" She asked.
"I mean, if your just gonna sleep why can't you sleep in your room?" The teacher scolded him.
"I don't know, I just like looking at you strut around in those sexy clothes of yours." Hunter said. He reached for his professor's skirt as if he was going to take a peak. Mary slapped the boy's hand away and yelled,
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The boy laughed while Mary's face turned bright red. She pushed back her black bangs and asked,
"Are you drunk, I can smell alcohol on your breath?"
"No I'm not." The boy slurred.
"Really, let me check your bag Mr. Jones." The teacher spoke sternly.
"No." The boy replied.
Mary grabbed the bag anyways, opened up the largest pocket and began searching though it. Inside she found few items of any educational value. Comic books, a pack of cigarettes, and a broken pencil were the only things she saw. That was until she opened up the second pocket. Nothing had prepared Mary for what she saw next. Inside the bag she found a kinky porn magazine titled 'Mistress, may I' and a pair of cute pink panties with a wet stain on them. The teacher blushed again before placing the items on the desk.
"What are these?" She asked.
The boy was stunned and embarrassed. He was unable to speak as if his mouth had been injected with Novocain.
"Whose panties are these?" She asked.
"Uh their my girlfriend's pair ma'am." He replied.
"I don't believe you, do you even have a girlfriend?" She asked.
"Yes, her names Delia." He lied.
"Ah yes, Delia Reynolds that sweet innocent girl that sits in the front row?" She asked.
"Yes we've been going out for a while now." He replied.
"I don't think a girl like that would just hand her underwear over to you." She said.
"Why don't you tell me the truth for a change?" Mary asked.
The boy's cheeks were bright red with embarrassment he knew that he was done for.
"I'm sorry, I have been lying to you those panties are Delia's, but I stole them from her." he admitted.
"I took them from her room when we were hanging out one night." He added.
"Please don't tell her I took them, I really like her I don't want her to think I'm a pervert." He asked.
The teacher took a moment to process what she had heard while glaring at the boy with wanton desire. She cooked up a quick plan to loose her virginity and fulfill one of her most coveted fantasies. Her panties had become dripping wet, her pussy practically begging to be penetrated. She had long felt repressed by her strict religious upbringing, which had attempted to convince her that sex, was a dirty act meant only for procreation. She resented that belief, but kept her desires to herself because she didn't want to be judged.
