Chapter 1 - About Robin
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A lot of people have asked me if I use to tease my teachers or otherwise fool around in school. The reality is that I did a lot more at church and community functions than I ever did at school. My goal was to be a teacher someday and I especially wanted to teach in my old school district so it really wouldn't have been to my advantage to have anyone on the staff associating me with something controversial when I was a student. Despite the sensationalism in the media, the vast majority of teachers do NOT have sex with their students and doing so is NOT considered a career enhancing move. Of course, that doesn't mean I was exactly an angel all the time either. Far from it.
In my senior year of high school I took an advanced chemistry class. I wasn't looking forward to it but my guidance counselor said it would look good on my college application. As it turned out, there would be more chemistry in the class than the syllabus described, although I doubt it was the type that the school intended.
The classroom was really more of a lab. Square tables were set up two across the room and four deep with spots for four students at each one. Each one had a top made of some dark black impenetrable material with a sink in the middle and connections for gas for the burners. A number of drawers with locks were built in for us to store our materials in.
Instead of chairs or desks, we had to sit on these tall and uncomfortable stools with no backs and just a small round top. It was one of the older classrooms in the school, not much different from when our parents went to school here. In other words, long overdue for remodeling.
On the first day of class I was running late and at first I thought the class was full. Actually, it was just the front of the classroom where the door was that was filled and the last row of stools was empty. I found myself seated at one of the lab tables in the rear of the classroom next to Robin.
Robin was one of the hottest girls in school with a well-earned reputation as the school whore. It didn't hurt that she'd been held back at least once class making her a year or two older than anyone else in our class. Someone once joked she was the only girl they knew in school who could buy beer for a party legally although I thought that was a little bit of an exaggeration. To me there is a big difference between being a slut and a whore. As a slut, I used my body to MY advantage to get the things I wanted. On the other hand, Robin was a whore who just let boys use her for their own pleasure. I suspected she used drugs which might explain why she allowed herself to be so degraded.
That said, Robin was beautiful. She was slim with an olive complexion that bespoke her Italian heritage along with long dark wavy hair. While I didn't think I was all that bad looking, sitting next to her I had to admit she was in a class of her own. Robin had fantastic slim legs that I would've killed for, a shapely ultra-tight ass, and perfect C-cup breasts.
To top it all off, Robin knew just how to show everything off to its fullest advantage. Her skirts were always as short as the dress code allowed and usually shorter. I don't think I ever saw her once in a dress or skirt that even came close to her knees, no matter what the weather or circumstances.
The few times Robin wore jeans they looked like they'd been shrink wrapped on her. Now I love tight pants myself so I know just how difficult it can be to get them all the way up. Typically it involves a process where I lay on my back on my bed while sucking in my stomach and pulling them up as hard as I could. In Robin's case I hadn't a clue how she got into hers or what kept the seams from bursting once they were on.
Robin's blouses were always a size (or two) too small and they were usually cut low enough to show off lots of her ample cleavage. If not, she would leave enough buttons undone to accomplish the same effect. Usually she wore a bra but I think it was more to show off the bra than for any support it might offer. All of them looked like they came straight from Victoria Secret.
Not only did Robin dress provocatively, she knew how to act the part as well. She had this subtle way of crossing her legs and letting her skirt "accidentally" ride up practically to her ass, acting nonchalant yet knowing full well every boy in the room was staring at here - not to mention more than a few girls and some of the teachers. Then she would switch legs and briefly flash a pair of sexy panties or a miniscule thong. More than once I would have sworn she wasn't wearing anything at all!
By virtue of our seating arrangement Robin and I were lab partners so we talked in class but outside of the classroom we never socialized. She hung around with the "bad" crowd and never went to church so far as I knew. I didn't smoke or use drugs which also put us in different social circles.
In comparison I tried my best to be your typical "church girl" to the general population although I had a pretty solid reputation among the boys if which I was quite proud. They knew, many from personal experience, that I was willing to suck just about any cock I could get my hands (and mouth) on. It was a bit of a naughty reputation but one I was actually quite proud of and had worked hard to get!
I had no doubt that Robin knew all about me but we never discussed anything along those lines and since our social lives were so diverse it didn't really matter anyway. I think we pretty much had sex with different guys so we couldn't even compare notes.
So far as my school wardrobe went I liked to be a bit suggestive but in comparison to Robin I was a downright conservative catholic schoolgirl. For me, it was all part of my strategy where while I didn't mind having a slutty reputation with the boys but at school I wanted to maintain a solid reputation. Of course that' didn't mean away from school I didn't have more fun with the way I dressed. One of my favorite hobbies was teasing boys so when my younger cousin Kristi and I would go shopping at the mall, all bets were off.
My standard school "uniform" was a tight pair of faded jeans with a cotton blouse or fleece. On occasion when I was feeling particularly randy I wore a skirt but usually within a few inches of my knees and wore panties instead of a thong.
Once away from school I "lost" the panties whenever possible. I especially enjoyed going to church in nothing but a light dress with nothing underneath - no hose, slip, bra or panties. There was something about shaking hands with the minister after the service knowing I was completely exposed under the thin material of my dress that made me tingle every time.
Our chemistry teacher, Mr. Miller, was relatively new and this was only his second year as a full-time teacher. He wasn't married and really not all that much older than some of his older students. Heck, I'd fucked guys twice his age! He wasn't bad looking either and I have to admit I spent more than one chemistry class dreaming about being held up after class for some "personal" tutoring.
It wasn't just me that was interested in him either. Mr. Miller definitely had Robin's attention and she made no effort whatsoever to hide the fact. She was "available" and there was no way he couldn't have known it. Robin had the advantage that everyone already knew she was a whore so she didn't care that we all saw what she was doing. Actually, I got a kick out of watching this little cat and mouse game between her and Mr. Miller where she was the naughty feline and he was the poor mouse being teased unmercifully by her.
Mr. Miller liked to lecture from the back of the room. It was something he did in all of his classes but in our class he had the added entertainment of Robin who would flash her legs and boobs as far as she could get away with. She was always going up to him when he was at his desk to ask a question, making sure she was leaning over as far as possible so he got a great view of her awesome breasts down her unbuttoned blouse.
I had to hand it to Mr. Miller though, he dealt with everything Robin threw at him extremely well and always in a professional manner. He never responded in any way to Robin's treachery, not even when she got carried away and literally rubbed her breasts against his shoulder as she would lean from behind to show him something.
Mr. Miller was no dummy and obviously knew the best way to deal with someone like Robin was to ignore her because it was his attention she really wanted. I'm sure she wanted his attention AND his cock if she could have it. I had it on pretty good authority that Robin had fucked several of the teachers in her high school career and there were even some rumors about her back in middle school.
Academically she wasn't the brightest bulb on the string yet somehow she made the honor roll every semester. Robin may not have the highest SAT scores but that didn't mean she was dumb! Sometimes "street smarts" can trump "book smarts".
Chapter 2 - Class Pervert
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The second semester was almost done with graduation now in sight. I'd celebrated my 18th birthday a few weeks before and was all set to head for college. One day after class started and we were seated I thought that I heard someone messing around in the small lab room directly behind our classroom.
There was a door leading to it right behind the lab table where Robin and I sat with blinds that were always shut. I'd taken a brief peek in there shortly after classes had started to quench my curiosity but since then I'd never ventured back into the room. It was not much more than an oversize closet with some lab equipment and a sink.
Today was the first sign I'd ever seen or heard that anyone ever used the mysterious back room. The door opened briefly and Mark, the senior class nerd, stepped out and went to Mr. Miller's office.
Mark was so far ahead of everyone else that apparently he spent most of his time in self-study classes since he'd already aced all the regular classes in his junior year. Mark was the perfect image of the school nerd; short and dorky looking, shy to the point of being afraid of girls, and always managed to dress funny without even trying.
It would've shocked me if he wasn't still a virgin as I'd never heard of anyone ever going out with him. He was always quiet as a church mouse and after the first week or so I had forgotten all about him. One day when we were getting ready for class, Robin looked at me and giggled a bit.
"What's so funny Robin?? I asked. I looked down at my clothes and asked, "OK, did I spill something on my blouse?"
Robin giggled again and shook her head. Then I noticed that her eyes were pointing to the rear lab room. She leaned over and whispered to me, "Did you know that nerd Mark has been watching us from the lab room? I've noticed that the blinds move a little whenever I let my skirt ride up."
I looked at her with wide eyes and said, "You've got to be kidding! What do you think he's doing?"
