Chloe Hunt felt the bitter shaft of sunlight pierce the curtains and run lengthways down her naked body, illuminating the thatch of golden hair at her middle. The bed sheets discarded some time during a night of unbridled passion, her body was glazed in a film of sweat.
Opening one eye, she regarded lover Jack Willis wrestling on a sock in readiness for the day ahead, a small smile forming on her lips as she recalled the previous night's lovemaking. Twelve years her senior, Jack was the most considerate lover Chloe had known, in stark contrast to the previous men in her life who seemed only to have their own interests at heart. In some ways Jack was a little too considerate, but it was a minor complaint. Right now, Chloe could hardly be happier.
A lingering kiss was followed by a promise to see her again that evening, her lover leaving Chloe to hug the pillow as she battled the urge to go back to sleep. Forcing herself up from the sanctuary of the bed, the 23-year old schoolteacher tiptoed to the shower, turning the dial to cold.
Her oversized nipples swelled instantly as the water lashed at her shapely body. Administering a layer of fluffy white soap she cupped the pert yet cute breasts, the early morning ablutions bringing an all round rosy glow.
Bending to wring the water from the shoulder length mane of blonde, Chloe dried herself all over before perching on the edge of the bath. Extending a shapely slender leg, she began to paint each toenail a shade of devil red.
Returning to the bedroom the pretty blonde fumbled in the drawer, locating a set of underwear to match her nails. After climbing into the lacy red panties and hooking the bra up over her beautiful little breasts, she heard the rattle of the milk float in the road outside, suddenly she craved a nice cup of tea. She ought really to wear a dressing gown to fetch in the milk, but the garment was nowhere to be seen, carelessly discarded during the previous night's lovemaking. Oh well, she'd only be out on the step for a nanosecond.
Still early, the coast was clear for the daring reconnaissance. As she reached for the bottle, next door's cat leapt across the fence, swirling lovingly at her ankles. As she knelt to stroke the purring kitty, the door slipped momentarily from her hand. "There's a good little puddy cat," she cooed.
It was then that the door creaked painfully behind, slamming shut before there was time to react, trapping Chloe outside in just her skimpy red underwear. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," cursed the pretty teacher, her expletive coming totally out-of-character from the normally sweet young thing.
Rarely heard to swear, even in extremes, she couldn't help herself. For this was extreme: locked out of the house and fully exposed to anyone that happened to be passing by.
And the first person that just happened to be passing by was her next door neighbour's son and one of her six form students, the geeky and somewhat creepy Kevin Manning. At eighteen he was a mere five years her junior, yet it seemed like a gulf. "Miss Hunt!" he exclaimed, firing a shocked expression over the gate.
"Kevin," Chloe responded, wrapping her arms around her body protectively, pretty face blushing a violent crimson to match her underwear. "Um I seem to have been rather stupid and locked myself out."
Kevin took a moment to look his teacher up and down, leering without subtlety and evidently liking what he saw. "Yes you have been a bit stupid, haven't you miss."
Chloe's face clouded, though she was in no position to censure his insolence. "Haven't I just, dumb blonde that I am?" she concurred, trying to make light of the situation.
At that moment, Chloe heard other footsteps approaching and, fearful the whole world might witness her predicament, she cowered in the shadows of the porch, barely so embarrassed in her life. "Oh Kevin, what am I going to do?" she bleated, realising that the backdoor was locked and she'd still to open any windows that morning.
Kevin rubbed his chin thoughtfully, before pulling out his mobile phone. Yesssssss, that was it – call the fire brigade, Chloe thought. They'd help her. Nooooooo – all those big strong men would see the respectable schoolteacher in her underwear. She'd never live it down. Instead of telephoning, however, Kevin held up the phone before his face, squinting before taking a photograph of his semi-naked teacher. "Oh God, Kevin, no..."
And with that he went on his way without a word, just a grin on his nerdy face.
Chloe felt the tears well up in her eyes. Looking around hopelessly, there was only one thing for it. Picking up a slab of rock from the garden, Chloe turned her face away and smashed the glass in the front door. Reaching through, careful to avoid the raised shards, she let herself in before anyone else had a chance to humiliate her.
* * *
It was gone ten o'clock before the glazier finished the job and the red-faced schoolteacher was able to get away, her first lesson missed.
With ten minutes spare to the next, she tracked down Kevin Manning in the sixth form common room. Not sure what to say or do, she asked if she could have a word in private. The other boys issued a childish "oooooh", causing the demure young teacher to blush virulently.
Out of earshot, she whispered: "Kevin...that, um, that photo you took this morning...that was intended as a joke, right?"
The schoolboy pursed his lips quizzically. "A joke, miss?"
"You'll delete it, right?"
"Delete it, miss? Why would I do that? It's a very nice photo..."
Chloe's heart fluttered. "Yes, but in the wrong hands..."
Kevin's lip curled upward wickedly. "Oh you're concerned I might...share it."
Chloe sniffed. "Yes."
"Well, your secret's safe with me, miss."
That wasn't what she wanted to hear. Quite frankly that picture was like gold dust in this environment. It made her sick just to imagine hordes of teen boys masturbating over her partially clad image. And the wider repercussions didn't bear thinking about. "Kevin, please, I'm begging you to delete it."
Kevin smiled, leaning in to her ear, a hand resting on her hip. "Tell you what miss, I'll think about it."
Chloe shivered as she felt his hand slide around to cup the left cheek of her bum. He squeezed until she pulled away with a gasp, her cheeks maroon. The schoolboy merely issued a knowing little wink, clearly revelling in the sense of advantage he held over his teacher. It was then that it dawned upon Chloe that she was in a deal of bother, a great deal of bother.
There was only one thing for it. She had to get that phone at all costs, and sooner rather than later. The one, the only, saving grace was that Kevin was perhaps the least popular boy in the whole sixth form. Chances were he hadn't passed it on to his friends, because he didn't have any. Chloe could see why now. He was an evil and manipulative little nerd who lived next door. She just had to get that damned phone before he wrecked her career, and perhaps her life. She could feel the tears welling up again but had to be strong.
Clearing her head with a black coffee, after a little investigation, she established her nemesis had games next. Hopefully that meant his jacket would be left unattended in the changing room. A plan was beginning to form. If Chloe timed it right she could sneak in, nab the phone and destroy the evidence during the lesson. Her heart started to thump hard against her left breast.
Hardly professional but she had to leave her class of third formers to their own devices half way through their lesson, sprinting across school. As she crept inside the boys' changing room furtively, the stench of sweaty shoes invaded her nostrils. Little time to hang around and risk being caught, the desperate teacher moved from peg to peg, searching for her tormentor's jacket. A triumphant "yes" escaped her lips as she espied his nametag sewn into the inner sleeve. What a nerd! Wresting the mobile phone from the pocket, she clenched her tiny fist in triumph.
Safely back outside, she dropped the phone to the concrete, spiking her heel into the glass face, before stamping up and down with the soul. Soon she'd wrecked the thing, broken it into pieces. "So you think you can get the better of me, huh Kevin Manning," she said under her breath, planning a bitter revenge.
Her joy was short-lived as, upon re-entering the classroom she was met by the headmaster. Ushering her outside, he thundered: "What is the meaning of leaving your class unattended, Miss Hunt?"
Chloe's bottom lip started to quiver. "Um, I'm...something came up...I...sorry"
"See me in my office after your class is finished."
Chloe bowed her head in shame. "Yes headmaster."
* * *
Chloe ambled into the headmaster's reception and was told to take a seat. A few minutes later her nemesis Kevin Manning showed up. Boldly she looked him straight in the eye, met with a counter sneer. She knew that he knew, but where was his proof? "I want to report my mobile phone stolen," he announced to the secretary, a sideways glance toward Chloe making her shuffle just a little uncomfortably.
