The next morning, Victoria woke up stressed. She felt worn out and sleep-deprived. She woke up several times at night and had trouble sleeping. Even though the sun was streaming into the bedroom and the weather outside was beautiful, Victoria didn't smile.
This morning was entirely different from yesterday. This time the sun's rays did not encourage her to look out the window. She just wanted to stay in bed and forget about everything that happened yesterday. But she couldn't do it; she had to go to work.
She slowly got out of bed and quietly tiptoed towards the door. She turned around for a moment to look at Rick, who was fast asleep. He must be very tired, she thought. He has been working so much lately that they have very little time for themselves. She quietly closed the door and went to the bathroom.
Like every day, she took off her pajamas and looked at herself in the mirror. She immediately noticed the dark circles under her sleep-deprived eyes. She really felt tired. She moved closer, examining her face carefully. She squeezed the face cream from the tube and started rubbing it into her skin, especially focusing on the skin under her eyes. Victoria spread the remaining excess cream in her hands. After this short treatment, she returned to looking at her body; looking down, she saw her shaved pussy. It was smooth and looked really cool, she thought to herself. She liked the change, even though she was talked into it. She remembered the time when Britney asked her to do this task, and she felt stupid.
She decided to immediately erase this thought from her head and started preparing a bath. She turned on the tap and turned the switch to hot water. She dreamed of a relaxing, warm bath. She threw a flower-scented ball into the flowing water, which immediately began to dissolve and turn the water pink. Finally, when the tub was filled to the brim, Victoria gently stepped into the water, careful not to burn herself. The scent of flowers filled the air, and foam covered Victoria's entire body the moment she lay down. She lay there idly, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.
After a dozen or so minutes, she sat down and started washing her entire body, starting with her breasts and ending with her legs. The moment she touched her pussy, she felt how nice and soft it was to the touch. Such a small change in her body was taking up so much of her attention. Amazing, she thought.
However, nothing lasts forever, so this wonderful bath had to come to an end. She got out of the now cool water and grabbed a towel, which she quickly wrapped around herself. She went to the sink where all her cosmetics were. She began a daily ritual consisting of moisturizing her body with various creams and oils.
Victoria then went to her closet to choose what she would wear today. A red woolen sweater caught her eye, perfect for cool autumn mornings. She paired it with black jeans and leather ankle boots. Turning through the underwear in the drawer, she finally reached for black panties and a bra of the same color. She stood in front of the mirror and slowly started dressing. When she was ready, she looked at her outfit again and realized that it fit perfectly for today.
When she was ready, she went to the kitchen to make some coffee. She didn't feel like eating; she felt like the stress was making her feel sick. But she needed coffee to wake up. So she went to the coffee machine and pressed the button responsible for creating a double espresso. The smell of ground coffee lingered in the air; it was undoubtedly one of her favorite scents.
Once the coffee was ready, she picked up the mug and brought it to her lips to gently slurp her first sip of the fragrant coffee. As she did so, she closed her eyes, savoring the moment. She sat down at the table and started looking for a solution to the whole situation with Britney.
There's definitely a way to undo it, or at least forget about the whole situation. But how to do it? It's unacceptable for a student to push around a teacher who's older than her. She decided to just talk to her, apologize, and admit that what she did was wrong. She really hoped that the case wasn't that terrible and that it would be solved. Reassured, she got up from the chair and got ready to leave the house.
Rick still didn't show up in the kitchen. She didn't want to wake him up, so she just left and got into her car and headed towards school. She listened to her daily podcast the whole way, which helped her relax even more.
Victoria parked in her favorite spot, just around the corner from the school. As she got out of the car, she noticed her friend from work parking next to her. It was Monica, generally known at school as Mrs. Parks, an experienced and confident math teacher. She was 5 years older than Victoria, but they got along very well and often met for coffee in the school canteen.
Monica had long, curly red hair, and today she was wearing an elegant gray skirt and a jacket in the same color. She looked professional and exactly how you would imagine a teacher in her 40s. Seeing Victoria, she waved at her and started walking towards her.
"Hi Vicky, How are you? It's a beautiful fall morning, don't you think?"
"Hi! Yes, beautiful sunshine. How are you Monica??"
"Nothing new, just like any other day. Another day at work and dealing with these malicious creatures. You know what I mean." She started giggling and grabbed Victoria's shoulder with a friendly gesture.
"Ahhhaa..Oh yes... I know exactly what you're talking about. Sometimes it's hard to deal with them." Victoria replied, laughing.
They headed towards school together, talking nonsense along the way. All in all, it can be said that Victoria had friends, but not those with whom she could talk honestly about everything. Especially about the current problem that she has to face alone. While talking to Monica, she pretended to be smiling, but deep inside she felt afraid of meeting Britney.
They both entered the staff room, where even more of their colleagues were preparing for their first lesson. Here their paths diverged. Without engaging in any more conversation, Victoria went to the coffee machine, where she made herself a takeaway coffee, and went to her classroom to start her first lesson soon.
She sat down at her desk and took her notes out of her purse. She looked through them in silence, delving deeper into today's topic. Fortunately, all her classes had the same curriculum. Suddenly something vibrated in her purse. She checked what it was and saw her phone's screen lit up. There was a new message in the center. Who could have written to her so early? Could it be her husband Rick?
To her surprise, it was a message from Britney: "Hello, slut. I can't wait to see you again. Stay in the classroom after the first class; I will come to you. Kisses."
Victoria felt a chill reading the message, but she knew she had to see her. Sooner or later.
The bell rang, and students began to enter the classroom. Everyone politely greeted one of the most popular teachers at school and took their seats one by one. Victoria started clapping her hands to end the crowd of voices and conversations. Students fell silent and looked towards Victoria, who could now start her lesson calmly.
The classes remained on the Romeo and Juliet theme, delving into the issues raised by the novel. The topic was so interesting that students eagerly joined the conversation and collaborated on the development of the book. However, Victoria couldn't fully devote herself to the lesson. Thoughts of meeting Britney kept popping into her head. She was stressed about what might happen to her in a moment; after all, there were only 5 minutes left until the end of the lesson.
And so she made it to the end of the lesson. Nervous and lost in thought, she sat at her desk, waiting for the students to leave the classroom. She looked at her phone; there was no new message from Britney. So she just sat there and waited for her to appear.
Suddenly she heard a knock on the wooden door of the classroom; she turned her head and saw Britney. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the young student's attire, which was a short red dress that showed off her slim, slender legs. Memories from yesterday afternoon in the classroom immediately appeared before her eyes when she was very close between those legs. She blushed, remembering again the smell of sweet, young pussy. Britney immediately broke the awkward silence.
"What are you staring at? Are you jealous of my looks? I'm not surprised; look at your clothes. You look like an old hag who abandoned her femininity a long time ago. Were you always like that, or are you just lazy? Pff...Never mind. Soon I'll take care of you if you can't do it yourself." Britney looked at her with contempt.
