The next day, my relief of actually being able to get dressed this morning was short-lived. As I walked into my Math class there was a cacophony of applause and hooting at my arrival. I blushed for I was reminded as to why that was. All of the girls in this room have seen me NAKED. They have seen, and some even felt, every nook and cranny of my body. They saw me dress up in ridiculous underwear and a lavender silk shirt like I was the faceless character on the cover of a paperback novel. I frowned as I looked to my students who were concentrating their x-ray vision in my direction. I tried to shake it off. I tried to be extra demanding of my students by calling on them for difficult questions, solving high level equations, and speaking as harshly and critically as I could manage.
It was to no avail.
No matter how hard I tried to make the class, no matter what I did to make them forget about yesterday's nude fiasco, my students would just laugh off any and all snide remarks I made towards them. Even more surprising was that they were answering any question I gave them correctly. They completed their work quickly and efficiently all the while eyeballing me lasciviously. Seeing me naked and vulnerable has permanently altered the class dynamic.
As the class was dismissed, it became clear to me that any fear and respect I achieved as an educator had diminished into almost nothing in regards to the relationship with my students. Once everyone left, I plopped myself down at my desk and cradled my face in my hands.
(Well, at least they're studying just like you wanted Avery. You will have the highest Mathematics test scores in Intectus Deprehendi's history. All it cost you was your dignity.)
I felt a soothing presence approach me. I didn't have to look up to see who it was. "Bridget." I called her name.
"I'm sorry," The apology was unexpected but I didn't raise my face "I'm certain you already guessed; it was because of me that everyone's test scores rose up so dramatically. I noticed that mistake you made in that first equation ages ago. Rather than telling you about it, I used it to my advantage to form a study group behind your back with all the other students so that they would excel come the next test. I'm the reason you lost the bet. By extension, I'm the reason you ended up getting seen naked by your class and my art class." She was being sincerely sympathetic.
I shook my head and looked up at her then. She looked so lovely, wearing a sleeveless blouse and a blue plaid skirt and stockings. "No, do not apologize. The blame lies squarely upon my shoulders. I'm the teacher, I should have noticed all on my own that I was pushing a flawed equation. I was hurting all of you academically without even realizing it. I deserved to lose that bet. I am also the one who signed up to be a nude model for Sands' class without even reading the prerequisites just so I could cover my ass...ironic, when you say it like that."
Bridget snorted. "Always the responsible one aren't you?" She reached across the desk and held my hand. Lifting it up to her face, she gave my palm a kiss and my heart fluttered a bit. "Go out with me Professor."
I blinked. Did I mishear her? "Sorry?"
"I think it is quite apparent at this point that I really like you. Have I not told you as such? And lets not pretend you don't feel the same way for me."
My mind was swirling. "What...do you...why do you like me?" That was all I could muster.
"You are a man who accepts both his strengths and his weaknesses. This grants you confidence and humility. You hold true to your word no matter the cost; that makes you dependable and trustworthy. You're smart, you're handsome, you have a very nice ass, and most importantly I have the most fun teasing you mercilessly."
I could not explain the feeling I had inside of me right now. Bridget liked me. She actually liked me. As I finally sorted out my thoughts, I knew I had to give her my response. A small flicker of happiness from within me stirred erratically at being confessed to by Bridget, only to have it demolished once my rationality kicked in.
"I'm sorry Bridget," I shook my head solemnly. "I am truly and deeply sorry. In another time...in another place...but...I just can't. I am your teacher, you are my student, dating is completely out of the question. I'm afraid I...indulged myself too much from your friendliness. I even gave you a false sense that this attraction between us can go somewhere, but it can't. I could get fired and you could have your reputation marred. So I deeply regret to tell you..." Bridget climbed on top of the desk and slid close enough to my face to kiss me.
"I understand completely Professor," She removed my glasses gently from my face and placed them in my desk drawer. "I would never wish to see you fired and I know that those very principles that I love so much about you would keep you from taking this any further without a good enough reason. However, before we end this once and for all, can I have one last memory with you?" She placed her hand on my face and stroked my cheek.
"What do you want?" I looked into her eyes, completely mesmerized by her voice.
Bridget crawled on top of my desk moving towards me. Grabbing me by the tie, she pulled me up from my chair to smash my face in for another powerful kiss. We were both smart people, we knew what we wanted. I scooped Bridget up into my arms as she loosened my tie; as well as the buttons on my shirt. As soon as my blazer and shirt shrugged off my arms and hit the floor, my hands were free to undo the buttons on her shirt this time. I was still wearing a white wife-beater and the both of us were unwilling to break our kiss to pull it off. So instead, Bridget just ripped the thing right off my back leaving it in shambles at my feet. We were both in the throngs of mindless passion now.
Once I loosened the last button on her shirt, I grabbed her by the shoulders and laid her on her back on the desk. She was wearing a lacy pink bra and, my God, her rack was enticing. I gave her a kiss her on the mouth once again, followed by a series of kisses starting from her neck, down to her cleavage, and then her navel. I savored her skin's softness. I could have taken this moment to collect my thoughts; stopped myself from crossing this line any more than I already had. But for the first time in my life I simply was not thinking at all and I actually enjoyed it. A lot.
Looming over her again, I placed my hands on her knees and began sliding my hands up her legs never breaking eye contact as I panted heavily and carnivorously into her breath. My fingers reached her hips. When she pulled out a small stack of condoms from the cup of her bra I almost laughed, "I can always count on you to come prepared for my class." I felt the edge of her panties. I yanked them down her thighs then pulled them right off her feet, tossing them aside.
"One definition of luck is when preparation meets opportunity," Bridget handed me the condoms. "and I plan on getting lucky." As I took a moment to rip open one of the packets with my teeth, Bridget had already unfastened my belt and jerked my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I was naked before her once again. My dick was at full mast ever since she started unbuttoning my shirt. Bridget's opened blouse slid off from one of her shoulders as she laid back on my desk and spread her legs invitingly.
I equipped myself with the rubber as quickly as I could. I tossed the rest of the condoms aside as I plunged myself deep inside her, leaning over her on the desk for good measure. Bridget let out an eager cry, her pussy already wet from anticipation. I began thrusting my hips forward frantically and Bridget wrapped her arms and legs around me letting out pleasured moans as I slammed her clitoris rhythmically. I was holding her now, my lower half greedily plundered her insides as she climaxed over and over again. Breaking out into a sweat, I groaned loudly as I finally unleashed my load.
