Beverley 02: Soft Sills Farewell

Author's notes: Everyone in this story is eighteen years or older.

There is some brief sex in this story as well as some girl-girl action -- consider yourself warned.

I hope you enjoy it.

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Beverley sat on the teacher's desk and looked at her students. All six of them looked back at her and smiled, happy to be at the end of the lesson. They were all in their final year of college and had signed up for the soft skills course to have an advantage when entering the job market.

"Well, just one more lesson left," she said, contentedly. "I'm happy to have worked with you people. You've been great!"

"Likewise, ma'am," said Larry. Beverley had long ago given up on getting them to call her by name. She was only about seven years older than them, but they felt comfortable addressing her by the honorific "madam."

"We're all feeling much more confident about competing with the Ivy Leaguers."

"You've made a real difference, ma'am," said Jeremy. "We're glad we signed up and paid attention."

It hadn't been that way at first. Used to learning technical and scientific material, the six students had found it difficult to concentrate on the soft skills course Beverley was teaching. They were constantly on their phones during the class, and most had flunked the first post-lesson assessment. They'd made a deal for the second class which had worked very well.

"We had an email from your partner," said Derek. Chris Lowe and she had started a company by the name of CB Solutions, and they were also the only employees so far. They provided various training programs, translation services, and marketing consultancy. Chris created the content for all these, and Beverley went out into the field to execute. "He's asking us to attend a presentation at our school."

"Uh, I know about that," said Beverley hesitatingly. "Dean Mellows has kindly allowed us to talk to your Junior class about our course. If you people showed up and gave us a live testimonial, it would help us a lot."

"Mmm, we're near the end of Senior year," said Elisa. She was the only girl in this group of six. "And all of us are ridiculously unprepared for the end-of-year quizzes."

"I understand, of course," said Beverley. She knew that even taking time out for these classes had been hard for these students. "Final year is bound to be hard. That's why we're encouraging Juniors to take this course."

"How long would it take?" asked Colin. "Since you're having it on our campus, there'll be no commuting time for us."

"We don't expect you to attend the presentation," said Beverley quickly. "If you'd just show up towards the end, you might each say a few words about our course and your experience. You could leave soon after, while we take audience questions."

"We could be done in an hour, I guess," said Wayne. He looked around at his friends, and they all grinned. "Question is, what's in it for us?"

"Uh, what would you like in return?" Beverley asked, realizing that the students had planned something among themselves. She hoped it wasn't money. CB Solutions had barely made rent in the first year. "We're open to a reasonable finder fee."

"Oh, we wouldn't ask you for money, ma'am," Elisa sounded hurt, and Beverley held up her hands placatingly. "It won't cost you anything, and only take up as much time as we put into your presentation."

"Well, go on," said Beverley, now interested. "Spell it out. I hope it isn't anything outrageous like your second class."

The six of them had dismayed her with their poor scores after the first lesson, and she had begged them to put away their phones during the rest of the lessons. They had agreed to do it if she taught them nude. Shocked at first, she had taught the second lesson nude and the course had gone well since then.

"Uh, the classes have gone really well since that, ma'am," said Wayne. "Maybe it was outrageous, but it saved the course, didn't it?"

Beverley sighed. She had only undressed for that one class, but the students had stayed off their phones (and focused on her teaching) for the remaining lessons. "I suppose you could say that. So you want me to undress for your last lesson?"

"Nah, you've already done that once." Elisa was leaning forward, her elbows on her desk. "And before that, for the other group."

"Yep, no challenge for you in just taking a class nude," said Wayne, nodding his head sagely.

Beverley laughed. "Standing without clothes in front of you all was plenty challenging, guys. I'm not sure I want more intense challenges."

There was silence for a while. Beverley gathered her books and answer sheets as the students watched her without speaking. As she shut down her computer, she was overcome by curiosity.

"Well, tell me. What is it you fiends have in mind?"

The students smiled, and Colin spoke. "We've had a good time at these lessons, ma'am. Your course, your teaching, and the nostalgia of being back in this classroom."

"So we're going to take keepsake pictures after the last class." Jeremy looked at her, eyes bright. "We'd like you to join us."

"Just you," clarified Derek. "Not your clothes."

Beverley gasped. "You want to take pictures with me nude!" She turned away and put her laptop into its sleeve to compose herself. She turned back to the youngsters and forced a smile. "Sorry, guys, not happening. I've told you before, I don't want my nude pictures on the net."

"No worries about that, ma'am," said Wayne. "The pictures would be for our group only."

"You can believe that, ma'am," said Elisa, earnestly. "My girlfriend and I have done some pretty far-out stuff when partying with these guys, but not a single pic has leaked."

"That's very reassuring," Beverley said. "So what's your idea? You attend the presentation and speak up, and I pose nude for a picture with you all after the last class?"

"Something like that." Derek nodded. "But we give an hour for your presentation, so you give us an hour for our mementos. We want pictures at different places, not just in the classroom."

"You want me to go nude outside the classroom with you people?" Beverley was finding the idea more and more awful.

"That shouldn't be a problem, ma'am," said Jeremy. "The last time, we went out to the vending machines, sat on the benches, and then went up to Mr. Bilson's room."

"Don't remind me!" Beverley shuddered. "I must have been out of my mind."

"I don't think so, ma'am," said Colin gently. "You were doing what you thought you needed to."

"And it will always remain a wonderful memory for all of us," said Elisa. She spoke warmly, giving Beverley a heartfelt smile.

Beverley looked back, remembering their few minutes together when Elisa had sent all the men away to find Derek. Smiling, she answered, "Yes, I have wonderful memories of teaching you all, too. But I don't want nude pictures, Elisa."

"Well, as we've promised, they'll be private." Wayne spoke soberly, and she didn't doubt their intent. "Fabulous memories for us all, and won't harm anyone."

"I... I'll think about it, guys," Beverley said. "Thanks for offering to come to our presentation. "I'll let you know if I agree to your deal. Are you sure you won't settle for something else?"

* * *

Despite saying she would, Beverley did not think about it. Pictures had always been off the table for her. She was reasonably sure these six youngsters were trustworthy, but phones were left unlocked, got stolen, were given for repairs, traded in.... A hundred ways for private pictures to leak.

Chris and she spent the next few days working on the presentation and polishing the delivery. They also prepared for every possible question their audience might ask. Beverley never told her partner what the students were asking in return for participation, and he was disappointed at not getting their help.

Beverley reached out to the first group of students, hoping they would agree to speak for them at the presentation. However, they too, said the last weeks of school was a very busy time. Chris and Beverley were resigned to doing the best they could without their students' testimonials.

* * *

"... just two more slides, and then..." Beverley broke off as the door of the auditorium opened. Her eyes went wide as Colin entered, holding the door for Elisa to follow him. Behind her, Derek, Jeremy, Larry, and Wayne entered and looked for empty seats. Beverley overcame her surprise and continued with her prepared speech, finishing to scattered applause.

She wondered, briefly, what her students were doing there. However, with over a hundred Juniors at the event, she had no time to spare. Chris, of course, had not seen the students before and did not recognize them.

Before she could declare the session open for questions, Colin strode to the front of the hall. Smiling at the assembled third-year students, he spoke of his own experience with the course, giving a glowing tribute to the course content and Beverley's skill as a teacher. One by one, her other students stepped forward and told how they had benefited by joining.

The presentation was a success, Chris said later. After the heartfelt experiences shared by her current students, almost a third of the attendees had signed up immediately and many more had expressed interest. Chris was confident that this quarter, they would, for the first time, have a profit to share.

* * *

"... so that's it about Leadership," concluded Beverley, as the last slide faded in on the screen. "Any questions before we move on to the post-lesson test?"

Derek stood up. He always had a question, Beverley recalled. After answering, Beverley spoke to the group, "Chris and I are immensely grateful for the help. You know, coming to the presentation and speaking up for us. We've got a lot of sign-ups and inquiries."

"That's okay, ma'am," said Derek. "We fulfilled our part of the deal."

Beverley's heart sank as she heard the words. She believed that not saying yes to the deal when her students had proposed it was adequate. Now, she wished she had said a clear no.

"I didn't agree to the deal," she protested. "I said I'd think about it and let you know."

"Well, we realized on the last day that we'd not heard from you," explained Larry. "And we thought we should step up for you. So we did."

"But," Beverley stopped. "Guys, I didn't agree to this. We appreciate your help, we really do, but I can't strip for pictures."

She looked around the room at her quiet students. "C'mon! Please don't give me sad puppy faces." After a few moments, she made a counter-offer, "Look, we can go to Mr. Bilson's room with drinks and snacks from the vending machines. I'll get naked and we can have a party."

"Done that, ma'am," said Wayne, lugubriously. "There's no joy in repeating that."

"Well, but." Beverley raised her hands in a helpless gesture. "It's just too risky! You can see that, can't you?"

"The first group you taught, ma'am -- they let us know that you had lost a bet and taught them nude," said Larry, seriously. "But we haven't told anyone."

"Yes, we told them to keep quiet about it, too," chimed in Derek. "We really thought we had won your trust ma'am."

"Oh, come on!" said Beverley. "Of course I trust you. It's just that..." She broke off and looked at each of her students. "You won't share, or show the pics to anyone except the people in this room?"

"Of course not, ma'am," said Elisa. "No one but us six will ever see them. And you, if you want."

"That sounds very reassuring," said Beverley, wondering if she was being foolish. "Let's get this last assessment done." She busied herself distributing the answer sheets to her six students. The students were grinning at each other, and she knew it was in anticipation of her getting nude for them.

The students concentrated for the next few minutes, while she walked among them in the classroom. With only six students, there were plenty of empty chairs and desks, and she sat in one or the other for a while. She thought of how she could, even now, back out without looking like a jerk.

One by one, her students turned their papers in, and she collected them. Stacking them neatly, she placed them in an envelope. "Chris will grade them tomorrow. Since this is the last lesson, we'll send you your scores by email." Until now, she had begun each class by telling them their scores from the last class.

"We've had a good run of scores from all of you," she said, knowing she was babbling. "So I expect good scores this time, too." The youngsters nodded, saying nothing, and Beverley knew she could avoid it no longer. "So what do you want to do now?"

"Keepsake pictures with you, ma'am," said Jeremy. "All of us together and separately."

"And you nude, of course," said Elisa. "That's what we've agreed on."

"Uh, yes," said Beverley, wincing. "In the classroom, or somewhere else?"

"Both," said Colin. "Start here, and then some other places."

"Uh, how long will this take?" Beverley asked with some trepidation. "It's already getting dark, and..."

"Dark is good, ma'am," said Wayne. "No one on the street will see us if we're in the passages."

"But not long, ma'am," said Derek. "We gave you one hour in the auditorium, and that's all the time we expect from you."

"One hour!" Beverley said, shocked. "You want me to be nude for one whole hour?"

"Uh, ma'am," said Elisa, gently. "You were nude for twice as long the other day."

Beverley was quiet for a moment, remembering the evening a few weeks ago. "Well, yeah," she said, at last. "All right then, how do we do this?"

She looked around at the students and tried to be cheerful. The students whooped and gave each other high fives.

"Tell us when you're undressed and ready, ma'am," suggested Wayne. "We'll note the time and begin taking pictures. One hour later, we'll stop."

"Got it," said Beverley, much more confidently than she felt. "Pictures only as groups, right? You won't take any of me undressing and getting dressed, will you?"

"I talked them out of it," said Elisa, grinning. "Some of these pervs wanted a stripping series, but we're not doing anything like that."

"That's right, ma'am," agreed Larry. "They'll be keepsake pictures like everyone does on the last day of school, but with you nude."

The students had been sitting scattered all over the classroom, but now rose and took seats in the front row. Beverley realized they'd all come to the front to have a better view of her undressing. She gulped and turned away for a moment.

Steeling herself, she turned around and began unbuttoning her shirt, smiling at the cheering from her students. As before, she tried to avoid being stripper-like and folded the shirt carefully. Placing it on the teacher's desk, she reached behind her to unhook her bra.

"Can't hardly wait," whispered Jeremy, and she paused for a moment before removing her bra and placing it on her shirt. Sitting down on a chair, she unbuttoned her pants and removed them in one swift movement along with her panties. Still seated, she put her panties into one of the pockets before folding her pants and putting them away.

Rising, she stood before her students and whispered, "I'm ready." The youngsters had been quiet as if a spell had been placed on them, but at these words they roused themselves and cheered and clapped. "Note the time, please."

"Yes, of course," said Derek, looking at the classroom clock. "Now, if you'll just sit on this desk, ma'am? We'll have a picture each with you, and then do groups."

One by one, her students came and stood next to her. Beverley sat on the desk with her legs crossed, strongly tempted to cross her hands over her breasts. She knew that would just make her look silly, so she kept her hands in her lap and tried to smile as the youngsters had their pictures taken with her naked body.

"Okay, so now we can do pairs," announced Wayne, who was taking most of the pictures. The others had informed her that he had the ability to hold the camera straight and not cut off people's heads. "Colin, stay there, and Elisa can come on ma'am's other side."

"All the pics have your legs crossed, ma'am," observed Larry. "Perhaps you could try a different pose." Beverley nodded and carefully uncrossed her legs, sitting with her knees together. "Don't point your knees at the camera," advised Derek. "Yes, that's great." Beverley looked at Colin who had taken a grip on one knee as she moved her knees towards him, but he was looking at Wayne.

"Ready," said Wayne and touched the screen to take a picture. "OK, one more, and smile everyone. When I say. Three, two, one, now!"

As he said "now", Beverley smiled and then whinnied in shock. Colin had tightened his grip on one knee, and Elisa had pulled her other knee towards herself, exposing Beverley's pussy to the camera.

"What are you doing?" fumed Beverley, glaring at Elisa. "That wasn't cool."

"But ma'am," the younger girl replied calmly, "you agreed to posing nude."

"That's right, ma'am," said Jeremy. "Nude means showing everything and hiding nothing."

"But I don't want my, my pussy in the pictures," protested Beverley. "Some parts are always private."

"Not when you agree to nude pics, ma'am." Larry was quite firm. "Everything's included. We won't have your pussy in every picture, but we do want it in some."

"Those pictures won't look good," insisted Beverley. "Even when models and actors pose nude, they keep their naughty bits hidden."

"Ah, but those pictures are for publication," answered Elisa, still holding Beverley's knee. "What we're taking is private. We want to include all of you in our memories, ma'am. "Oh, all right," Beverley gave in. "But not in every picture, right? Only some."

"That's right, ma'am. We want variety." Wayne was signaling to Larry and Derek as he spoke, and they replaced Colin and Elisa. "Don't fight them, ma'am, let them move your knees."

Two by two, her students posed with her, holding her knees wide. Beverley was praying she continued feeling embarrassed and not aroused. Her pussy produced a lot of juices when she was aroused and it would be impossible to hide it while naked. Jeremy took the camera from Wayne when he came to pose with Beverley.

"I think we have enough in the classroom now," said Colin after they had all crowded around their teacher for a group picture. "Let's find a few of our favorite places for more pictures."

"I can't wander around the whole school like this," protested Beverley.

"You have promised us an hour for pictures, ma'am," reminded Derek. "We'll be careful, of course. We won't take you where you might be seen by a lot of people."

"How about the benches near the vending machine?" suggested Larry. "It's a wide passage with enough space for pictures. I'm sure mam has some good memories of that space."

Beverley felt her face and throat grow warm as all her students turned to her, grinning. Unknown to her at the time, the five boys had watched as Elisa licked and fingered her to a violent, uncontrolled orgasm on that bench a few days ago. To her relief, Larry objected.

"I don't think that's a good idea, guys. The street runs close to that passage and there are a lot of pedestrians at this time."

"How about the car park?" suggested Derek. "It's on the other side and can only be seen from the highway. People drive fast there, so no one is likely to actually see us."

"That's a great idea," said Jeremy. "We could get a picture of all of us under the school board. That would be a good memory."

"Hey, I can't walk around and pose outdoors," pleaded Beverley. "Let's keep it indoors, please."

Elisa shook her head. "Indoor pictures will all look the same, ma'am. No point just taking repetitive pictures.

Colin supported her. "Yes, we want pictures with some visual appeal and nice backgrounds. Pictures that we'll enjoy looking at again and again. For that we have to move outdoors and find good spots."