"Oh COME OONNN!" My best friend, Lilly, screeched as we crossed the lawn.
"It's not that I don't WANT to it's just that the thought of him seeing me like THAT is terrifying!!" I replied while giving a cheesy smile in hopes to convey how nervous I really was.
"But tomorrow is April fools, it doesn't matter what we do, we can just say April fools!! It's sophomore tradition to break dress code, just like freshman's cover the halls with sticky notes, juniors egg one of the main offices and seniors ditch. That's how April Fools works at Saint Francis."
Lilly was right. That is how it works here. It was our second year of college and we already knew that breaking holiday traditions, especially April Fools traditions, had bad consequences. Last year a junior ratted out what office was being egged to the headmistress and the next day his car was sprayed hot pink. Hilarious, yes, but I did not wish that upon myself.
"Fine, but I do not need to dress skimpy, I can just wear casual clothes." I gave another cheesy smile, hoping to win her approval. We quickly entered into the main science building and headed towards Mr. Wrens room.
"But you have been crushing on Mr. Wren since we started in AUGUST and it's now the last day of MARCH. I've seen the way you mentally fuck him. I can't blame you. This is the perfect opportunity to come to his class half dressed and show him everything he's missing." She winked.
I snorted. "He's missing nothing" I said dryly.
Lilly pushed open the door to his class, revealing a half filled classroom and a Mr. Wren lounging in his chair, grading papers.
"Lilly, Elliott" he nodded as he said each of our names, welcoming us.
Elliott. The way my name rolled off of his tongue made me flinch. I felt so naked around him. I went to take a seat in the back but Lilly grabbed my hand and pulled me up to the front with her.
"You're dead." I mouthed.
She smirked back.
Class was a blur, as I was too busy focusing on his perfectly chiseled chest. His top buttons were open, revealing almost down to his mid chest. It was hot in California by this point, only causing people to wear less clothes. A small bead of sweat trickled down the back of his neck and disappeared into his shirt.
"Now what is the main hormone produced from the ovaries?" Mr. Wren asked, studying the students for an answer. No one replied. Mr. Wren rolled him eyes and snorted. "Alright, how about from the testes?" He started walking towards my desk, eyebrows raised, making eye contact with most of the class. I was too busy daydreaming to realize he was looking at me. When he first called my name the thing that caught my eye was the extremely stretched fabric covering his bulge. No matter what pants he wore, it was always obvious. He must be soooo well hung, I drooled to myself. "Miss Elliott?" My eyes snapped to his faster than the speed of light. Aw shit, he probably saw me staring.
"Yes, Mr. Wren?" I replied, trying to play it off.
"I asked what a main hormone produced from the testicles would be?" He restated, slightly agitated. Stop being a dumbass when he's anywhere near you! I scolded myself. I leaned back, hoping to buy myself some time to gain confidence. I then looked up to his eyes. Shit, those green eyes are sexy. I grabbed his attention, and slowly traced my way down his body, taking my time. I need to be in control. I scolded myself again.
"Testosterone, obviously" I smiled, sounding a little more sassy than I intended. He looked at me for a second, completely poker faced, and walked away. With his back turned he said
"Good girl, Elliott." Yes, daddy. I answered in my head. He stood behind his desk and leaned forward "class dismissed."
It was seven am, and Lilly was making her last attempts to make me wear something skimpy. I was a hardcore believer in wearing whatever the hell you wanted, and I sure did want to wear the least amount possible, but I was terrified. I was five foot five, but my legs appeared longer than a mile. I had average breasts, a 32 c, and slight curves. I was fairly toned as I took regular yoga and pilates but still had a little belly chub when I was completely relaxed. The thing I hated about myself the most was my hip dips, but of course, I can't make them completely vanish, as much as I try. My favorite quality was my long blonde hair, it poured over my shoulders in beachy waves and always smelled like coconut. At least that's attractive. I huffed to myself. But this was the year of confidence. The year of change. I need to push myself. Aw screw it.
"Fine, do whatever you want to me." I groaned at Lilly. She squeaked and threw an outfit she bought yesterday when she was shopping at me.
"This will make Mr. Wren's job close to impossible" she winked.
After I changed I came out into her view. I was in a deep red bralette that was sheer except around the nipple, where little roses were carefully sewn on. To match I had a deep red body con skirt on that actually made me appear curvy.
"Here, these will make you even sexier" she sang as she handed me a pair of thigh high black boots, much like the ones she had on. I cannot believe I'm wearing this. This is NOT happening. Almost reading my thoughts she replied,
"Oh yes, this is happening."
We made our way across the lawn like normal, being sure to appreciate all of the sophomores out of uniform and the lack of seniors and their sense of superiority.
"Look!" I laughed, pointing to one of the main office buildings, specifically the one that belonged to Mrs. Birch, or bitch as some of the students called her. Her office was covered with eggs.
"Oh my gosh, that is PRICELESS!" Lilly laughed back.
As we entered the main hall, which was covered in sticky notes I might add, a knot formed in my stomach. I'm about to see him. He's going to see me like this! Fuck. He's going to see me like this. Suddenly the knot worked itself into my pussy, making me slightly more sensitive. The thought of being so bare before him made me embarrassed, but oddly enough made me want to be even less dressed before him. Whatever, let's get this over with. I pushed open the door, and thankfully noticed I wasn't the only one, along with Lilly of course, who decided to wear practically nothing. Every girl in class was basically naked. I guess that's to be expected though considering how hot Mr. Wren is. He was grading papers at his desk as usual, but his eyes were transfixed on my legs as soon as I walked in the room. Then he traced back up to my tits. I noticed he inhaled sharply, as I rounded the corner to my seat, this time right in front and center. I never dress like this, I might as well milk the situation, no matter how nervous I am. Class began as normal, and Mr. Wren began writing notes on the board for us to copy. I sucked the tip of my pen after I finished copying them down, trying to understand what the hell these notes meant. As I looked up, I realized Mr. Wren was watching me. His eyes enjoying how my lips held the pen. His thick black hair was slightly covering his face, making him looked like a dear in headlights. His eyes met mine and he snapped around and quickly continued writing notes for us to copy.
At the end of class, Mr. Wren said "anyone who needs help understanding anything we went over in class today, please feel free to stay after for help."
As I was about to exit the classroom, Lilly pulled me back into the classroom and mumbled something about this being my chance to get some, and quickly skipped out of the door. This left only Mr. Wren and I, and he currently had his back turned, studying what he has written on the board. I walked over to his desk and the sound of my heels caused him to turn around and cock his head.
"Decide to stay for help?" he asked.
