Miss Annabelle Nella was a high school teacher who really enjoyed her job and loved teaching her senior class. It was, for her, great to give all the students one last piece of education before sending them off to college, where many she hoped, would make something of themselves and enter the real world off to a great start. She was thirty-four and have been teaching for little over ten years now, senior classes, and this class to her has a different meaning to her than past classes did.
It was mainly males and a few females, all in all, a total of sixteen students. It was an exclusive school, where the classes were smaller than many other schools are, which makes it all the better for Annabelle, who enjoys getting to know all of her students on a more personal level. It is still early in the year being only second quarter and she already knows her students by name and personally. Maybe that is why she is a popular teacher. Her positive attitude and personal involvement she partakes in with every student she has. Rarely does she ever have to discipline her students for they are all well behaved and do as they are told first time asked. She always had good luck with having a great bunch of students and was always proud, and sad, to see them graduate when that time comes. One of the downsides of teaching a senior class.
Annabelle walked in her classroom early in the morning, it was cloudy and rainy out, and she didn't pack an umbrella thinking it was just cloudy. She looked down at herself as she stepped by her desk and saw her white blouse wet and slightly transparent. Showing her bra a little as it clung to her body, Annabelle pulled on her shirt to get it to stop sticking to her body. Taking a seat and opening her bag, she pulled out her planner and a stack of papers, along with a food bar, she started to eat while looking over the day's lessons.
After a half hour had gone by, some of her students started to shuffle in the room and head to their desks. Annabelle addressed each one personally with a smile and the same courtesy returned. Stephen, Lindsay, and Will all took to their desks and quietly talked amongst themselves. After a little more time went by more students began to make their way in and take their seats. The first bell rang and in came all the rest from either loitering out in the hallway or just entering the building, but all were present before the second bell rang to officially start the day.
Miss Nella took attendance and started the day with a smile and good morning as she does everyday. She felt herself still a little wet from being rained on earlier and saw most her class was wet as well from walking from cars or the bus. She tried not to think about her slightly wet shirt clinging to her body and go on, not wanting to attract attention to it hopefully. Her long black hair wet as well, taking forever to dry as usual, the curse of having thick hair, she always thought. Especially when it gets wet inconveniently. All twelve guys present and all four girls present and in their assigned seats.
Some of the guys have already taken notice to her wet shirt and how it is clinging to her heavy breasts and showing off the solid shade of her bra underneath. It got all around the class for the boys, and they all looked with hidden desire at their middle aged teacher. She was curvy, and the blouses she wears that are even dry tend to show off the curves of her upper body. The hip tight formal dress skirts or the tight khaki pants she wears, allows her male students to look at her, leaving little to the imagination regarding her body shape and size. They would especially admire her round butt, it was quite plump and round and looked very good given her age.
She never really gave it much notice of how revealing her outfits were. She made a point not to show too much skin, and always thought she dressed appropriate for school. It was obvious, though, some of the boys in class would ogle her and look at her when they though she didn't know. She knew, not only from their obvious stares, but she noticed some would start to sit awkwardly during class, and would be hesitant when getting up to go to lunch or leaving the classroom. Annabelle didn't mind it, though, in fact, she sort of liked it. Made her feel like she was still desirable and had a chance of still catching a man.
She looked over at Fiona and noticed she was looking at her wet shirt, along with Sarah and Emily. Annabelle looked around the class to see who was looking and not. She knew it was wrong, but it was making her a little bit excited. Knowing she was on a little bit of display for her senior class. They were all eighteen, and technically adults, she thought. And it isn't like I am parading around naked.
Starting with the schedule of the day, Annabelle went on and started class with science. All of the students pulled their textbooks and notebooks out almost all at the same time. Leaning back on her desk, Miss Nella pushed her hips out nonchalantly as she leaned a little further. Her breasts pushing against the wet fabric of her blouse, the buttons straining against the openings, as her heavy big breasts were rising from her breathing. The students took immediate notice and would catch glimpses of it between paragraphs and pretend yawns or stretches. Of course, Miss Nella knew what they were really doing and made her a little bit more warm inside.
Her nipples slightly hardening from all the subtle attention she is getting from her students. I can't believe I am doing this, she thought as she continued the lesson.
"Ok, with that section of the chapter done. I will hand out the worksheets for you all to work on until end of the period." Her voice seemed much more lighter and sweeter to the class for having experiencing their, normally, proper teacher.
After a few minutes passed from handing out the worksheets one of the boys, Will raised his hand for help. Getting up from her cleanup job on her desk. Miss Nella gladly walked over to her student and stepped behind his chair. "Yes Will?"
"I am having trouble with a question, ma'am." He pointed out the question and Miss Nella leaned in closer to read, not noticing her breasts slightly rubbing against his shoulder as she silently lipped the question.
Will took quick notice on feeling the heavy tits lightly touching his shoulders and he looked up at her and watched her read the question silently. Her full, wet lips slowly moving as she was reading off the paper. His pants getting a little tighter under his desk and he looked straight ahead feeling his penis grow more and more. Charles behind Will took notice of Miss Nella bending over and he sat there gawking at her round, plump rump along with the two boys next to him. Her khaki pants stretching across the beautiful butt and they could see a visible panty line. Where they can kind of make out the little designs on her underwear through the stretched out dark fabric.
