April had been a teacher at her old high school for almost five years now, and at 35, she felt she was doing all right for herself. She kept her body in decent shape, although she did realize that she had put on just a few pounds since she was on the other side of the desk. Her usual attire consisted of slacks, a blouse that snuggly showed off her 36D breasts, and a blazer, which was usually taken off by the end of the day. Her long rich red hair alternated between being pulled back, and framing her thin face.
She taught most of the various English classes for the senior class, and although she didn't even try, April found herself under the lustful eye of many of her male students, and even a few of the female ones. April knew that she could never do anything to indulge or encourage their behavior, which made her incredibly horny sometimes. Two months, she found a letter from an anonymous writer in her desk that torridly described how they would like to have her. From the writing style, she guessed it was from one of her more talented students. Although she should have reported it to the school, she instead took it home and franticly masturbated the entire weekend, thinking about which student it might be.
It was early May, and April was wearing a thin floral skirt and a long sleeve, matching blouse. Her thong had been rubbing her the right way all afternoon, and she was counting the hours before she got home. She looked down at her watch. It was 5:30. She had to hurry over to the school auditorium to help take measurements for the school play. Most of the actors and actresses were students of hers, and she felt a little uncomfortable measuring them. But her best friend Bernadette was directing, and she couldn't turn her down.
When she arrived, April was lead to the small maze of back rooms, where all the prep work took place for the shows. All the books for recording the measurements and which costumes would be needed were laid out, along with the measuring tape.
"Thank you so much for helping me, April," Bernadette said.
"Its quite okay. But just remember, you owe me one," April replied. After a moment she added, "send them in whenever they're read,"
"We're going over specific scenes, so the flow of students should be steady. I'll talk to you later," Bernadette said, as she walked out of the room.
Soon, one 18-year-old after another came into the room. She measured as best she could, with her limited knowledge from her seamstress work in college. Her hands lightly ran over one student after another, both male and female. Although they tried to resist, she could tell that most of the male students were starting to harden when she did their crotch. Some of the female students' breath quickened when she measured their breasts. April hadn't touched this many people since she became a willing participant in the drunken orgy the house she lived in during college had.
The next student that came in was Jason. He was a handsome teen, with a wiry body. He was an excellent writer, and April knew it was only a matter of time before she saw his name in print.
