It had to be a miracle, or something close to it, especially after parting ways with a sizeable portion of our science faculty, but we were able to keep everything on track to close up the semester only one week late. It was the last day of classes, then there would be a dead week for studying before the final exams.
The weather had turned cold, we even had a few light snowfalls, but the campus seemed warmer than ever.
I was still teaching but my history class was a complete one-eighty from what it was before. Every seat was filled, but instead of the dead-eyed rows of fear and tension, the room was filled with small groups of women arguing passionately over the context of the age of revolution in Europe.
I roved around the groups, listening in, making corrections and answering questions. When I got to Deborah Xu's group, I leaned over to help clear up a timeline for one of her partners. As I was finishing, I felt a hand sliding up the inside of my leg. I didn't react, and it moved higher, eventually grabbing tight onto my cock.
"Susan?"
The class monitor, in her flawless uniform, popped her head up from her group.
"Yes, sir?"
"Take down Deborah's name for one demerit. Unsuitable behavior in class."
There was a teasing, "ooooo" from the entire class, followed by scattered giggles. Deborah gave an exaggerated pout.
"I didn't do anything, Principal Lee!"
"You know you did, Deborah. We've only got this one class left and we need to get this review prepped."
By that time Susan was at our side and filling out the demerit form.
"Spa, admin, or service?"
We had changed up the demerit system a bit after I came back. Students could still work off demerits by working in the spa, although they got paid now, and there was a waiting list from non-demerit students who wanted to work there. But they also could work for Kimberly in the administration building, or work at the whim of any teacher who needed help. To be fair, it wasn't a very consistent system as far as punishment goes, as we had a real problem with recidivism. But we didn't have any serious behavior problems. I don't think we had anyone complain about that though.
"Deborah, you are already working in the spa, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, then, why don't you see if Ms. Lashgari needs any help with her extra-curriculars."
I swear Deborah gave a deep giggled moan in excitement to help out Jennifer with her 'extra-curriculars,' But she kept her face down. Jennifer was in charge of most of the extra-curriculars now, so there was a lot to be done, and I was sure that Deborah would be put to work in a serious way, but I was equally confident that Jennifer would leave time for some cool-down work and plenty of stretching and massage. Can't leave anyone in danger of straining anything, can we?
Susan filled in the form, trying to maintain the seriousness that she strove for in all of her duties, but I could see the hint of a grin on her face as she pushed it over to me for my signature.
"Ok, now. Back to work. You guys haven't even started the section on colonial influences. Hop to it."
A cheerful chorus of "Yes, sir!" rang out as I moved on to another group, but there was a bit of whispered teasing before they got back to the assignment. I didn't mind. Honestly, the new atmosphere was much conducive to learning, and I wasn't worried about anyone's grade in that class.
Eventually time was up. I released everyone and the room echoed with backpack zippers and cheerful chattering.
I was heading back to the office, but took a detour through the gym, hoping to catch Jennifer after her yoga class.
The yoga class wasn't a credit bearing course, but enough students called for it that Jennifer put it together, and it had been a real hit. In the short time she had run it, it was such a success that we were already planning for other activity classes. Swimming, massage, and live-art drawing seemed to have the most interest. We were also looking at opening some classes to the community.
The gym was silent, so I entered quietly myself in case the class hadn't ended yet.
I was right. The room was stiflingly hot, and it felt like someone had turned up the humidity so much that I felt beads of sweat running down the small of my back within seconds of coming in. Jennifer had told me this was all part of the course design.
There were a couple dozen students on mats in loose ranks facing away from me toward Jennifer at the front of the class. She was only recently off crutches, but still had a cane that she absolutely hated to use. Her doctor was stunned at how well she had been recovering from the gunshot, but of course Jennifer was frustrated that she couldn't get back to full intensity training immediately.
Next to her was the student that had helped out with her class on the morning after the storm, I thought her name might be Liz, but wasn't sure. She must have been in front of the class to model the poses, since Jennifer wasn't able to show the more difficult ones.
But Jennifer wasn't passive. She moved purposefully down the rows, despite her limp. She offered quiet advice and adjusted body parts here and there.
Did I mention they were all nude? The students wanted to recreate that earlier class completely, including the lack of clothes. That morning after the storm, there was still more than a bit of residual effect of the trick, but I wasn't anywhere nearby when they put this together. Jennifer knew that I wouldn't stand in the way of the class, but she still gave me a good pitch, including all manner of benefits to body and mind.
I'm not proud to say that I can't remember any of her pitch, but I certainly could see the benefits from where I was standing.
When Jennifer got to the back row, she noticed me standing there. She smiled warmly, then shot a glance at the clock on the wall.
"Alright, ladies. It's time to move into a couple of cooldown poses. Let's start with the bridge, then move into the regular final group. Liz, model for us. Everyone, take a look at Liz, that's what you want to look like. We've done the bridge before, I know, but focus on the small things. Feet parallel, shoulders and the length of your arm all touching the mat. Good. Okay, shift into your pose. Liz count us out."
Everyone was glistening with sweat in the heated room. I did remember that it was supposed to help with loosening muscles, Jennifer said. But as the girls got on the ground and lifted their hips into the air, I sighed at the row on row of all sizes, shapes, and colors of slippery flesh. They were arching their backs up which made the breasts of the more endowed women side back and up toward their heads. New lines of sweat ran down tight thighs and perky breasts into little puddles on the mats.
I was lost in a daze, just looking over them all.
The students silently held the pose as Liz counted out the time. Jennifer moved slowly toward me. I couldn't help shifting my attention to the most physically fit women I have ever known as she approached. Of course, even though she wasn't participating, for the sake of unity, she was also nude. Well, she did have a kind of compression binding on her thigh, but other than that she was completely bare, and utterly flawless, just like some Greek goddess of fitness. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but matted at the temples. The sweat was rolling off her as well, running trails down the firm lines of her hip and thigh. There was a heavy bead of sweat clinging but not quite falling from her left nipple that just transfixed me.
"Eyes up here, Lee." Her smile broadened as she reached out to lift my chin.
"I'm sorry, it's just..."
