"Time's up, pencils down, thank you for playing, ladies and gentlemen," Mr. Taylor announced as the shrill whistle of the school bell echoed down the corridors outside his classroom. Desperately trying to fill in one more blank or squeeze out that last essay, students groaned, pencils snapped and papers shuffled. "Come on, come on, you've had plenty of time," Mr. Taylor taunted, smiling. "Jenny, please collect the exam materials."
The pretty blonde student-teacher snapped to attention, her pigtails flying out as her head whipped around to focus on Mr. Taylor. "Yes, sir!" she replied, coming out of her daydream. She'd been sitting at the front, facing the class all period, but hadn't been paying attention. Really, there wasn't much to do when you're proctoring an exam, and she'd forgotten to bring her own schoolbooks so she could take advantage of the time to study. She'd spent most of the period toying with her hair and playing with the hem of her pink plaid pleated skirt.
Now, though, she sprang to her feet and started up and down the rows, collecting the students' papers. She worked quickly; Jenny wanted to please Mr. Taylor so he'd turn in a good review to her college professor. As a second-year education student at the local University, this was her first experience in an actual classroom. She'd expected to teach younger students, though, not the class of high-school seniors to which she'd been assigned. Jenny had started college young, and now, at 19, was only a year older than her students.
Her little white sneakers squeaked on the tile floor as she turned down another row. "Matt, you need to stop writing and turn in your papers," she stated sweetly, stopped in front of a student's desk.
"Come on, cut me some slack, it's your fault I'm not done anyway," he demanded with a surly tone before slamming down his pencil and shoving his papers at the perplexed teacher's aide. Jenny frowned, but continued down the aisle.
Having collected each student's exam booklet, Jenny presented them smartly to Mr. Taylor. "Here you are, sir!" she beamed, bright blue eyes imploring his favor.
"Thank you, my dear," he smiled, taking them from her. "I've got to dash off to a staff meeting. Please tidy up the room and lock up on your way out." Mr. Taylor stuffed the exam papers into his brief case and made for the door.
"Yes, sir," Jenny responded, eagerly. She turned towards Mr. Taylor's desk and began straightening and sorting the few papers on his desk as the students filed out the door behind her.
Jenny hummed to herself while she worked, thinking about the party she was going to this weekend. Her freshmen year had been a little wild, but she really hadn't hooked up this semester. Jenny heard the door close, and the room was silent. She finished tidying up Mr. Taylor's desk, and turned around.
Jenny jumped, startled. She expected to find an empty classroom, and instead found herself face to face with Matt, and four of his friends. She recognized Alex, Tony, Brent, and James. They stood shoulder to shoulder, their arms were crossed about their chests, and they had stern looks on their faces.
"Jenny. We need to talk," Matt said sternly. "Why did you do that?"
Jenny was taken aback. "What...what are you talking about, Matt?" she asked with a little fear in her voice. Her hand by her side gripped the hem of her skirt.
"We all just failed that test because of you," he asserted. The other boys nodded their heads in agreement.
"I...I don't understand," Jenny stammered. "I didn't do anything!"
"Bull shit you didn't. You sat up here all class long, right in front of me, crossing and uncrossing your legs, playing with your skirt, twirling your hair, tugging on your shirt. What the fuck? How am I supposed to concentrate on fucking history questions when you're up here teasing us?" Matt demanded.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean...I mean, no, I didn't! I wasn't teasing you!" Jenny pled in her defense. Her inquisitors took a step forward. The boys on either side of Matt came closer, now forming a semicircle around her. Jenny took a step back and bumped against the desk, causing her generous tits to bounce under her tight white tank top. "Oh!" she exclaimed, putting her hands back against the desk to steady herself. Her mounds pressed against the fabric of her shirt.
"Right, you just didn't realize you were wearing a miniskirt and flashing us all your panties. And you didn't realize your shirt was two sizes too small for your huge tits. Well that makes it all better then, now doesn't it, boys?" Matt spat sarcastically. Alex grunted. Tony smiled.
"No, I....I've got to go I've got a lot of work to do and I..." Jenny started, but Matt cut her off.
"It can wait."
"Look, what...what do you want?" Jenny asked, afraid of the answer.
"Not much," Matt replied. "I spent the whole damn class period almost getting to see your pussy. Your skirt kept flipping up, but never quite enough. Well, I failed my fucking test, thank you very much, so now I want my damn prize. Let's see up your skirt." Matt demanded.
"What?" Jenny asked. "No you can't see my panties!" she insisted. "You get out of here right now before I tell Mr. Taylor!"
"Look, you can threaten all you want, but it's your word against ours. You better just do what we fucking tell you." Matt demanded. "Lift up your skirt." Jenny could tell he was serious. His eyes were set, his gaze was fixed; he wasn't joking around.
