Christy squirmed in her seat. The day was hot and dry and the classroom seemed as though it were an oven, cooking the inhabitants merrily and distracting them from their third installment of Destinos. Everyone was restless and she took some comfort in the fact that the desks and chairs were creaking as the students shifted about; it made her own movements indistinguishable. Not for the first time, she checked the clock; there was still a half hour to go. She couldn't wait to bolt from the room. At least this was sixth period and she could go home afterward.
Sweat beaded up on her lip and she wiped it away, annoyed. There was little she could do about the droplets of sweat that collected between her breasts, or between her thighs. They were tickling her and she tried to press her cleavage together, if just to relieve the itch. She used her arms to press her breasts together a few times and it felt a little bit better. She looked up toward the clock again and felt her face grow hot as she saw her teacher looking down at her with a quizzical expression. She gulped loudly and her foot began to tap out of sheer nervousness. What she'd been doing couldn't have looked right. Her heartbeat sped up and she prayed for the end of class.
After what seemed an eternity, the bell rang and the lights were turned back on.
"I'd like you all to read chapter three for homework and do the odd numbered questions from the chapter review. Have a nice afternoon. I'll see you tomorrow."
Christy jumped up from her desk and waited anxiously for the other students to file out of the classroom. Her last name started with a "B" and that meant she sat right up front which was not her favorite place to be. Given a choice, she would have chosen a chair right next to the exit, where at least she had a chance of getting some kind of breeze from outside. A hand lightly touching her shoulder caused her to jump.
"It was a bit hot today, wasn't it?" Mr. J looked down at her with a knowing smile.
"Yes sir it was." She waited, scared, for some kind of question about what she'd been doing but none came.
"I'll see you tomorrow Christy."
"See you."
Christy walked home quickly, relieved that nothing embarrassing had happened. She spent the evening doing homework and relaxed by taking a nice cool shower. The crisp linen sheets on her bed felt wonderful and she settled herself there and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to claim her.
It didn't.
She waited for a few hours and tossed and turned. The once cool sheets became hot and warm with her body heat and she reoriented herself several times, trying to find a section that wasn't so uncomfortable. It wasn't working. Frustrated she got out of bed and lay down on the cool wooden floor. It felt amazing to her hot skin and she pulled off her clothing so that she could press herself to the chilled surface of the wood. It cooled her off quickly, though it was obviously too hard to sleep on.
"If only I could do this in class," She murmured to herself.
She could well imagine what would happen if she did. If she was as uninhibited as she wished she was, she would just do it and damn the consequences. She wondered how many days of detention she would have to serve, or whether they would just kick her out of school altogether. From the looks of it, Mr. J wouldn't mind too terribly.
She blushed and shook her head, exasperated with herself.
Lack of sleep is making me crazy, she thought to herself.
Eventually she hauled herself back up into bed and managed to fall asleep just as the first rays of dawn crept across her comforter. All too soon the alarm went off and she forced herself to get dressed. She rummaged through her closet, searching for some jeans but couldn't find any that were clean. With a long suffering sigh she selected a skirt that she'd worn Junior year. Miraculously it still fit. Remembering how hot the previous day had been, she grabbed a green ribbed tank top that was form fitting but made of a thin, lightweight fabric. At least she would be able to keep cool.
The day passed uneventfully though her predictions about the weather had been incorrect. Clouds had gathered in the sky and blocked the sun from view. A cool wind whipped around her as she walked across campus to her last class of the day, Spanish. She wrapped her arms around her and shivered and was glad to see that the classroom was warm, as usual.
"Please get out your homework from last night. I'm going to be walking around and looking it over." Mr J informed the class.
Christy pulled out her assignment and he scanned the pages of translations that she'd worked out the night before.
"Very good," He murmured and initialed the top of her paper with a lazy scrawl. He moved on to the student behind her and she shoved the papers down into her backpack. After he'd gone around the class he dimmed the lights.
"Now, we will move on to part four of Destinos."
Christy leaned forward and crossed her arms over the desk. She rested her chin on her hands and was trying to pay attention to the overly dramatic Hispanic actors on the screen. She closed her tired eyes and opened them again. Everything was getting bleary. Maybe a tiny nap could go unnoticed...
~~~~~ Eli watched Destinos for what could have been the thousandth time in his career. He tried to give the students several different ways in which they could be immersed in the culture and language of Spanish. While the tapes were educational, they were over the top in a lot of ways. To someone unfamiliar with the language, it would be more difficult to pay attention than if it was in their native tongue. It was unsurprising to him, then, that a student could fall asleep while watching it. While it normally would have perturbed him to see a student do this, seeing Christy fall asleep at her desk wasn't as irksome as it could have been. He knew she was a good student and didn't see the necessity in reprimanding her in front of everyone. He decided to allow her to sleep and wake her when he dismissed the class.
Forty five minutes later, the bell outside rang and the students filed out the door. He had expected Christy to wake up with so much noise going on around her but she didn't. He approached the desk, a bit uncertain as to the best way to wake her. He lifted his hand to touch her elbow when she mumbled something and he froze.
"Mmmm....yes." A tiny moan escaped her mouth and he took a step back, surprised. He waited, wondering if she would say anything else. A few more minutes went by and she moaned again, a little louder this time. The sound was high, breathy almost and he wondered if he should do the honorable thing and wake her. He made up his mind to do it but couldn't seem to get his traitorous body to move.
"Don't stop...please."
Eli's cock twitched in his pants. He stared intently at the girl, studying her sleeping face. Her eyebrows were slightly thick and straight, her lashes long and curved. She had a quaint nose and small, heart shaped lips. She had a softly rounded face and smooth, pale skin. The hair spilling around her face was dark brown and shiny. He wondered if it was as silky as it looked. He felt himself hardening in response to his thoughts.
"Yes sir, it feels sooo good." She mumbled.
Eli stared at her in confusion. It was obvious she was having an erotic dream of sorts...but who would she be addressing as sir?
Unbidden, he realized that he'd dismissed the class nearly twenty minutes before. It would be indecent of him to allow this to continue, as interesting as it was. He sat down behind his desk to hide his erection and cleared his throat, loudly.
She snorted and then her eyes opened. She blinked sleepily but when she realized where she was she sat up in her seat, ramrod straight.
