I gave him a ten minute wait, before I called him into my office. Darrell Atkinson was a freshman, the same age as Olivia, with a lean, athletic build, short brown hair, a square, almost manly face and a sad preference for baggy skater clothes. He was waiting on account of me giving him a stern warning to show up in my office on undisclosed charges. I made sure he was plenty nervous before I opened the door for him.
When he finally was allowed to enter, he did the best he could to look cool and carry himself with swagger, but his eyes glanced around nervously and his hands shook when he grabbed the chair I offered him. I smiled. The goddamn Aurora lipstick may be mismatched, but it sure gave my lips a wicked outline.
I took out the lipstick to redraw them before I addressed him. "So," I said finally. "Darrell, is it?"
He nodded. "Yeah," he replied.
"Well, Darrell," I said, rolling his name on my tongue. "If I asked you what you were doing in the women's bathrooms, I'm sure you'd tell me you have no clue what I'm talking about."
"What?" he said, acting surprised. "I have no clue..."
"Right, right," I continued. "And you'd also deny watching Olivia as she put on a show for you, and masturbating to that, wouldn't you?"
He swallowed hard, this time not giving any reply.
"Well, then let me put it bluntly," I said. "You can't just jerk off to other girls in the bathroom stalls. I think we both agree on that, don't we? Otherwise, I'd like for you to take any and all of your objections up with the dean."
He nodded, slowly. "Good," I said, getting up and rounding my desk. I could see his eyes widen as he realized that aside from my top and jacket I was only wearing my boots and panties. My skirt was neatly folded in a drawer of my desk.
"What?" I asked bemused, as he stared mesmerized at my crotch. "Didn't think you'd see your teacher like this, did you?"
He shook his head, unable to take his eyes off me. "Well, what're you waiting for? Take your stuff out and let's start the lesson," I said teasingly.
Now he looked up at me, puzzled and confused. Did I mean what he thought I meant? He was too shy to ask and instead just sat there, hesitant and conflicted.
I sat down on the desk opposite from him and moved my legs slightly open, pulling my panties straight, letting them snap cheekily. "What's up, are you irritated?" I asked, chuckling to myself. "Just tell me if you're uncomfortable."