All characters are 18 or older.
(Author's note: THURSDAY is mostly set up and tease. Real action is on FRIDAY.)
THURSDAY
Damn - busted! He wasn't even trying to see anything...just a natural male reaction to a flash of thigh. And when she spread her legs a little to stand up, it wasn't his fault his gaze lingered a moment to see if he could catch a glimpse of her panties. But when he looked up, she was staring right at him - with the clear truth of what was happening flashing back and forth between their eyes. He froze as Cassie stood and faced him across the crowded classroom, an unreadable expression on her face...then finally looked away as she walked over to pick up the papers she needed. On her way back to her seat, they studiously ignored each other.
It was Mark Hitch's second year teaching social science at St. Mary's. After doing his 20 in the Air Force - the last four in Alaska - he'd wanted to move somewhere warm. The South was too humid, California too expensive, and Texas was too...well...Texas. He'd ended up in New Mexico, and with the political science degree he had earned while in the service he'd started substitute teaching for some private schools in the area. One thing led to another, and within a couple of months he was hired full time at a small parochial school.
His first year, he had taught one period of PE and the rest were freshmen Sociology.
He'd forgotten how YOUNG freshmen were. Clumsy boys with cracking voices, gawky girls that were all knees and elbows...just babies! And the boring uniforms they wore - navy blue slacks or skirts, white polo or button down shirts, navy sweaters when it got cold - didn't help the poor kids at all. His second year he lost his PE period and picked up a couple of advanced Political Science classes after lunch. He still had his freshman kindergarten/zoo classes in the morning, but now ended his day with a couple hours of seniors - and the differences three years make at that age were drilled home to him that first class.
As he welcomed the seniors for the first time, he noticed that they seemed to have their own dress code, on top of the school's. Guys wore polos, girls wore button downs. Girls wore white socks below the knee, boys wore different colored socks that flashed when they walked. As his class was the first period after lunch, he observed many of the skirts seemed to have mysteriously shortened, top buttons undone and boy's sleeves rolled up to show 'the guns'.
Just as the period was about to begin, Desiree made her entrance. Where the other girls hinted at their sexuality, Desiree flaunted it. Top three buttons open, clearly showing her blue bra desperately trying to contain her large breasts. Skirt rolled up at the waist until the hem barely covered her round ass, and white stockings pulled up to mid thigh...all that was missing were the 5 inch stilettos. As she strode in, followed by her slightly less aggressively dressed sidekick Lexi, every person in the room - male and female - stopped, looked, and had the same impression; blatant sex, and big boobs straining to escape.
They didn't have that impression long, however, as right behind the curvaceous duo Sister Agnes came stomping in. The Sisters didn't wear habits anymore, but no one who saw Sister Agnes would have had any doubt as to her vocation. She grabbed the two exhibitionists by the arm, and with a quick glance to Mark and a nod, ignored their complaints and pulled them from the room. A moment of stunned silence, then the room exploded in laughter. As the bell rang to start class, you could see the boys snickering and talking about what they'd like to do, and the girls kibbitzing about how they had it coming.
"Well. That's an exciting way to start. I've gotta take roll...anyone know who those two were?"
"Desiree Rogers and Lexi Franks," the short haired girl in the front row said. And the only girl wearing a polo shirt, he noticed. "And Sister Agnes snagged 'em 'cause they dress like hoes."
Another outbreak at this one, some laughing and some arguing, and Mark let it go for a few seconds before stepping in.
"Watch out," he said. "Appearances can fool you. I've served with a bunch of guys who looked fearless, then melted whenever it got hot. And wallflowers that were heroes.
"And anyway, we're not here to talk about individual people. This is political science, the study of how groups of people organize themselves. And a big part of that is rules, norms, laws...things that we SHOULD be talking about. Rules like the dress code."
And that was it - they talked for the rest of the period. A lively, far reaching discussion about the school's dress code. Whether it was needed, whether it was right, whether it was fairly applied. The girls (mostly) said it was unfairly used against them, that the boys never got 'coded'. The boys came back saying they didn't try and shorten their slacks or tie their shirts up to show off their belly button rings...and Mark had to step in again before someone started throwing hands.
"Look - what you guys are talking about is Reciprocity; the first rule of political science. The law has to treat us the same...if it's ok for you, it's ok for me. And this goes for people, tribes, or nations. Now we all have uniforms, and we knew we were going to have to wear them when we signed up. If the powers that be enforce those uniform rules equally, then there's really no room for complaint."
"But that's just it," Amy, the short haired girl in front. "They don't enforce equally. When we wear a skirt, we have to have white socks. Now, look at the boys in this room. Do ANY of them have the blue or black socks they're supposed to be wearing? No, they wear all the colors of the rainbow. How come the boys can show some color but we can't?"
Before any of the boys could answer, one of the girls in the back piped up. "We can. It's just some of us flash it a little more than others."
A third of the girls gasped, another third laughed, and the last third looked lost...just like most of the boys. A girl in the middle of the room who hadn't said anything all period looked up and smiled:
