Sherri Roberts was a new student-teacher at Lawndale High. It didn't take long for the faculty to realise that they had a small problem where Sherri was concerned. Nothing that was her fault, of course, but there was a problem. Or multiple problems if it came to a fine point.
On her very first day Mrs Fotherington, the head-mistress, had had a word with her about the dress standards that were expected at the school. Sherri said she was quite willing to abide by the nominated standards and she would appreciate it if Mrs Fotherington would let her know if there were any shortcomings with what she chose to wear. Mrs Fotherington said that she'd be delighted to do so.
The problem seemed to be the sum of the clothing that Sherri wore. I'm sure you've all heard about something being greater than the sum of its parts. Take a car, for instance. As a bunch of parts it's just a bunch of bits and pieces. Put together in the correct fashion and you have a very nice car -- a Ferrari even.
Sherri's clothes seemed to operate in the opposite direction. Every single item that she wore was easily within the school guidelines but somehow or other her total attire gave the impression that she only half dressed, resulting in the older boys watching her instead of paying attention to what they were supposed to be doing. (Not the male faculty, of course, as they were above that sort of behaviour.)
Any class that Sherri had to take rapidly reduced to chaos if older boys were in the class, none of it Sherri's fault. At twenty Sherri was only a year or two older than some of the boys and they considered her fair game. Junior classes were no problem but for proper training Sherri was required to take some of the older classes. This particular problem was resolved by having a senior teacher sit in and observe, but it put a bit of a strain on the rest of the faculty.
Flirting with the students? Teasing the boys? Sherri was appalled at the accusation. There was no way she would do such a thing. Could actual instances be shown? How did you explain that the way she walked was a challenge to hormone-rich boys?
The situation simmered and the end of the year approached quickly. Mrs Fotherington quietly arranged for Sherri to be transferred during the break to a primary school. Amongst small children she would probably do quite well.
It was the last day of school and the senior grades were rather under-represented. Having finished their exams earlier in the month most of the seniors saw no reason to attend school. They found their time more profitably spent either working or relaxing. Those that did attend were there solely because of parental pressure.
The four boys from the football team that were there were now on their way out. Lunchtime had come around and they saw no reason to linger. They were strolling down a corridor leading to one of the side exits when Mike indicated that eyes front might be a good idea. Sashaying along in front of them was Miss Sherri, bottom wobbling from side to side in a very attractive manner.
"That is a very nice tush," observed Mike.
"Indeed," said Terry in an approving manner.
"A pity we won't see that walking around after today," was Ron's contribution.
"We need to take advantage of this situation before it passes us forever," Brian stated.
Brian picked up the pace with the others hurrying to keep up with him. They caught up with Sherri just as she reached the door to the last classroom. A glance showed Brian that the room was empty and he hastily guided Sherri through the doorway before she caught on to what was happening.
Both Sherri and the other boys promptly raised the question, "What the hell?"
"We're on our way out, shaking the dust from this school forever," Brian explained. "We just thought that it would be a fitting memory of our time here if we received a small tribute from you before we go."
"Oh, really?" asked Sherri, thinking they probably wanted to kiss her. "And just what sort of tribute did you have in mind?"
"Something that we could remember. Something that we could pin in a scrap book and treasure. Your panties would do nicely. As a bonus we also get to view some scenery that is normally hidden from us."
"You can think again," snapped Sherri. "Not going to happen. No way, no how. Now if you'll excuse me?"
"No," said Brian with a smile. "Terry, watch the door. Mike, hold her arms. Ron, you can lift her dress. I'll attend to the panty's removal."
The boys acted as though they'd practised the manoeuvre. Mike seized her arms, holding her wrists behind her back. Ron lifted her dress and the boys all gave appreciative whistles.
"You get away from me or I'll scream," Sherri yelled. "I'll get you expelled for this."
"Sherri, love, we've already left the school so it's a bit late to expel us. And do you really want to scream and have someone else come along and find you with your panties on display? Or not on display which you might consider even worse?"
With that comment Brian crouched down and tugged on her panties, pulling them all the way down. Sherri refused to lift her feet upon request and Brian smiled up at her.
"You have a choice. You can lift your feet so that I can remove your panties completely or I can start poking you here until you do so."
A single prod to her vulva was all the incentive Sherri needed to lift her feet, allowing Brian to complete the panties removal procedure.
"Turn her around so that I can have a proper view," called Terry from the doorway and Mike obligingly coaxed Sherri into turning.
The four of them paid her compliments, not that she seemed to appreciate them. She certainly didn't appreciate it when Brian slipped a hand between her legs and started stroking upwards. She made a very pithy comment about what she was going to do to him if he didn't get his fucking hands off her, immediately.
"Funny you should mention fucking," said Brian with a nasty smile. "That word does seem to give me ideas."
"Then I suggest you forget them," called Terry. "Ogilvie's coming."
"That man has the worst timing," grumbled Brian, moving towards the door. Ron and Mike hastened to join him, leaving Sherri to stand there.
