On a lovely Wednesday morning , Ryan Quinones sent a text to Monica from his bedroom. It was almost time to head out for school and today he was taking charge.
Monica was sifting through her closet when she heard her cell ping. Shuffling about in her towel still worn after her morning shower she checked the message out.
"It's going to be hot out today. Wear something short, thin, and cool. Lots of cleavage."
She nibbles her lower lip while eyes flare at the prospect.
"I should never have said "Yes Master". Now he's going to expect me to obey his every command. So much for my free spirit. I'll go along with this for awhile. It is kind of fun. Not forever though."
She replies with a sensitive, "Yes Sir." then returns to her closet. Her wardrobe was large due to the fact her Mother loved shopping. Luckily, her Mom said nothing about some of her choices in style. Her Father even more encouraging. He lived a carefree lifestyle. It was his behavior over the years that led to her own ideals. Her Father was prone to showing off his own stellar physique. Towels, boxers, swimwear, anything that allowed others to admire the fact that he spent plenty of time in the gym. After his voluntary shopping spree last week she was fully stocked up on sexy clothing.
Deciding between a red spaghetti strapped mini dress and a gray dress that looked normal on the shoulders yet had a thin circular window over the chest, she went red.
Dropping her towel in front of her bedroom window she slipped on the soft cotton blend dress. With no underwear it clung to her like a second skin.
"Oh boy! This seriously breaks the dress code. My nipples are impossible to hide. If I bend over its...HELLO!" After experimenting what others might see she shrugs, "I can only be told to go home and change. Besides, I've been naked in class. This is clothed at least."
As time ran out she chose to decide on pumps, then applied her make up. She was a Goddess she thought. Today she also opted to wear her glasses. Although she wore contacts most days to avoid the nerdy look, this day she realized that would never matter anymore. Guys loved her now. Glasses would never change their minds.
With ten minutes to spare she joined Ryan out back by his garage.
"Daaaaamn! Love the dress. Good choice." He unlocks his car for them.
"Me too. Let's just hope the Teacher's don't send me home. Breaks all kinds of dress code."
He smirks, "We just go with it until somebody raises hell."
"If I get detention...."She's cut off.
"Then you get naked in detention." He stresses.
"Yes I will." She smiles brightly.
The drive to school was quiet. Thoughts spoke volume.
Walking into school was courageous. Her dress even accented her butt crack. Boys who had seen her either naked in class, or the showers, or in the parking lots all whistled dramatically. Ryan was forced to calm them down to avoid the attention of Teachers. The intensity made Monica wet instantly.
"Oh my God! Ryan...Thank you."
"For what?" He knew already.
"For boosting my confidence. Ever since you began daring me I feel the need to push myself harder. I don't think I would have ever reached this goal without you."
"That dress comes off in Morrison's class."
"Nothing new." She giggles shyly.
"You're crawling all the way up to Morrison's desk and sitting in front of it while he teaches. You play with yourself until I call you back to your seat."
Her eyes bulge with excitement, "Just keep me safe."
"The whole class will."
"Yay!"
Time flew by and Morrison's class filled up fast. Everyone had been warned to be extra careful to assist her in her mission. The guys and girls all agreed to run interference as needed.
Wiggling into the class Monica licked her lips and casually raised the hem of her dress all the way up to her waist as she walked. The drool was already lathering up. Hands rubbed her ass as she stepped through the gauntlet of boys surrounding her. She didn't even have to carry her books. The freedom was becoming more and more exciting.
Taking her usual seat behind the bigger boys she nestled in until class began.
Ryan entered finally and made his way toward her with an evil look. Her heart raced at his demeanor. As he reached her he handed her something that caught her off guard.
"Put this deep up inside your pussy."
"Oh, hell." She knew what it was instantly. It was an egg shaped vibrator. With a glint of horror toward Ryan she raises her dresses hem and gently encourages it up through her labia and installs it. The feeling of it inside her was strange.
Before any further eye contacts Teacher "Dane Morrison" entered the room. He rolled in a movie projector which he sat up in the back of the room. Once it was ready he glanced to his sides discovering Monica in her thin dress. He knew it was not accepted by the school being so revealing. He scowls then overlooks it to go to the chalk board and lower a movie screen.
Everyone had noticed his reaction to Monica. They were all worried that Ryan's plan had gone out the window. Time would tell.
With the screen lowered Dane Morrison returned to his projector and centered the light. He then opted to begin his lesson plan verbally at first. Dealing with Slavery in the deep South he set the mood for the movie. The film was a cheap knock off of the Alex Haley book "Roots".
With a concerned glare toward Monica he chose to leave well enough alone. In the back of his mind he rather enjoyed seeing her cleavage. The dress was certainly scandalous. Her legs silky soft and tanned. Dane forced himself to turn away and journey to the light switch. Turning out the lights he then went over and lowered the blinds on the rooms windows. Once a shadowed spell was cast Dane started his projector and sit down a few seats from Monica, amidst the gauntlet of boys.
Ryan lowered his gaze at seeing Dane take a seat next to him. So much for Monica getting away with much.
As the movie proceeded Dane decided to get up and carefully walk away. Reaching the classroom door he took his exit to let the movie consume his students.
