Molly Ch 01 She Forgot Her Bag

It had been a long day at the end of a long week. Teaching in an all-girls school meant dealing with a special level of energy, bitchiness and emotion than I was used to at my previous school. It was however a great school to work at, and the facilities were amazing. Not too many schools had their own gym and swimming pool, and having after hours access to both was one of the benefits that won me over when I took the job.

Wednesday afternoon, 15 minutes after all the students had left, I was ready to immerse myself in the pool, taking out the stress with my laps before I headed home to grade my senior's latest papers.

I walked into the fluorescent lighting of the changing room, and was met with the same air that I was normally met with. There is a smell that accompanies a girls changing room, not a bad smell, just a full, rich combination of sweat and perfume. The room was tidy save for puddles on the tiles, which were to be expected in the pool changing room. Against the wall on the opposite side of the room was a single sports bag.

I wasn't used to seeing anything left in here. The girls were usually pretty good at remembering all their things. I walked over to it and noticed that it was half open. Poking out of the top was the unmistakable red gingham of our summer uniform, this one with the senior level hemming that was reserved for our year 12 girls. In front of the bag, on the floor, was a small bundle of white cotton. I learnt down, curious and drawn towards it, immediately as I collected it in my hands I knew the texture and weight and allowed them to unfurl in my hands.

A white cotton thong was now hooked between my thumbs, my eyes admired the sight discolorations left, and I found myself drawing them up to my face and drawing in a bouquet of sweet and murky smells.

The door opening startled me and I immediately withdrew the panties from my face, sliding them into my pocket.

Molly was a tall, slender girl. She was one of the older girls in my year 12 homeroom, but still hadn't yet developed like the other girls around her. Her girlish charm was disarming, right now she seemed as surprised to see me as I her. My face going slightly red as I now attached the smell of her parties to an identity.

"Sorry Mr. Holmes. I forgot to take my bag with me." She said with an apologetic tone that matched her innocence.

She was dressed in her PE uniform, which the girls were allowed to wear if they had PE last session of the day. I wondered now, if she was wearing any panties beneath her trackpants.

Realising that I was standing between her and her bag, I picked it up from behind me and stepped forward to hand it to her.

"Here you are, Moll," I offered fighting off the embarrassment.

"Thanks."

She took the bag, and palmed through it, pushing her dress in and around like she was checking to make sure she had everything.

She looked around the room and then slid her eyes up me and said, "See you tomorrow morning, Mr. Holmes."

She turned around abruptly and left leaving the door squeaking as it closed slowly behind her, and my mind racing with an array of new thoughts. I looked down and noticed to my horror, that I had not quite managed to get all of Molly's panties into my pocket, a small identifiable strap hung prominently out of my pocket.

Alone in the bright room, thoughts of Molly running through my head. "Had she noticed?" I asked myself, already knowing that she must have. "Fuck!"

I had been teaching for 20 something years now, and I had never done anything like this. Occasional thoughts and dreams, sure, but I had never done anything like this before.

I decided to try and put the thoughts behind me. I thought about throwing the panties away, but instead I pushed the straps back down into my pocket and proceed to get changed into my swimming trunks.

*****

It was morning at the school, the hustle and gossip of girls around their lockers was a normal refrain as I walked towards my homeroom. The bell would soon go, and in a moment I would be sinking myself into the day, locking my thoughts of last night away. The though that Molly's panties currently lay on my bedside table would have to make way for the drudgery of work.

I had taken them home and lost myself to their smell once again. Letting myself imagine Molly sitting on my face while I masturbated. I haven't cum like that in years.

When I arrived at the home room, there were a few girls outside the door. They made way for me saying, "Morning Mr. Holmes."

"Morning girls," I replied in reflex, before walking inside. There was a rule that said that students had to wait for the teacher to enter the classroom before they were aloud in. No sooner had I made my way to the desk, had the collection of girl made their way to the back row of chairs.

I continued to get ready, pulling my laptop from my back and and logging into the school's system. One, two and three at a time, other girls filed in, taking various seats around the room.

Without thinking, I had opened up Molly's file. When I realised that I was staring at her photo on the screen, I thought to myself, "Craig, you're going to have to be more discrete." Before closing the window, I saw that it was Molly's birthday a few days ago. It would have been on the weekend just gone.

"2024 minus 2006...18," I thought, smiling, "18!" There was sense of relief that washed over me, an irrational relief. This fact didn't change much about the situation I was in, but at least the impure thoughts that I was having were about a girl of legal age.

Molly wandered in and took her seat in the front row. I couldn't make eye contact, instead I opted to filter through my bag making it look like I was looking for something.

The bell rang signalling the start of homeroom, and I was to assume my role. Homeroom runs for 10 minutes, and just gives us an opportunity to mark a role and give any important announcements for the day. Molly's next subject would be with another English teacher, so I only had to get through the next ten minutes without the blood rushing to my cock thinking about the sweet smell of her pussy.

I could feel her eyes fixed upon me though. I was convinced that she knew exactly what I had done, what I had thought about while I smelled her panties last night. Reading the end of a notice from my laptop to an otherwise quiet room filled with girls, I looked up momentarily to see that Molly's eyes were indeed fixated on me, her legs were slightly apart, spread just far enough to deny that she was showing me her new day's panties, but far enough that I could see their floral pattern clinging the lines of her mound in a tight cameltoe.

Her thighs had not yet filled in, so a slight spread of her legs was revealing, and I was lost in the glimpse. Molly smiled as she closed her legs together again. My eyes met with her's and she gave me a knowing look once again. Molly was a PE major, and would have her second PE elective last session again today. My mind was racing at the possibility of another, perhaps not chance, encounter after school today.

Fumbling my way through he rest of the messages, when the bell mercifully rang, the girls piled out of their room each signalling their niceties to me, until Molly and I were the last two in the room. She stood and walked over to my desk, looking me straight in the eye. "Will you be swimming again tonight?"

"Every night, after school," I offered trying my best to be casual in response to her surprisingly casual seductive tone.

"Maybe I'll forget something again after PE then."

I was lost against the suggestion that such a stunning young, barely-legal teen might want anything to do with me. Shocked and silent, all I could do was watch as she walked out of homeroom, looking back over her shoulder with a smile. My cock was pressed hard against the fabric of my pants, and I hoped that it wasn't visible.