I awoke to find it was a beautiful morning. Jumped in the shower and washed, letting the hot soapy water wash over me as I thought about my day. I had a game tonight to attend and I mentally went over the cheers in my head. Letting my hand linger on my shaved pussy, gently fingering my clit till I felt a few tiny sensations. I'm eighteen, today and it's going to be a beautiful day. Now I don't like to brag but I know that when I walk into a room, I turn heads. Standing 5-7, weighing 130, 36D cup (very proud of that), 26 inch waist, 36 hips, long black hair almost down to my waist, and warm brown eyes. I've been told I've got nice long legs. I'm the captain of the cheerleading squad with a GPA 4.0. I'm a very popular, well-liked, and as well adjusted Senior in High School. Yes, I guess you could say I've got it all. Except that I'm known as a tease. It's not my fault, I'm just afraid of the pain. I'd rather stay a virgin. I've heard a couple of guys mention that they would like to take me down a peg or two. Well, I say let them try.
Putting on my black push up bra and black thong, I throw on the short skirt and tight shirt knowing some lucky guy will get a glimpse of what they will never touch. Yes, I'm a tease and I'm proud of it. Laughing at that thought, I grab my backpack and set off for school.
The day goes by quickly, I make plans with some of my friends and by 7th period (my last class of the day) I'm counting down the minutes. I notice my teacher Mr. Michaels seems a bit upset today so I decide to cheer him up, my way. I "accidentally" drop my pencil as I'm walking back from the pencil sharpener. Since the pencil sharpener is at the front of the room next to his desk, I know he gets a good view of my ass. I pick it up nonchalantly and saunter back to my desk. I sit down, look at him (he is still looking at me) and raise one eyebrow. With a dismissive glance I look down and start to doodle as I anxiously wait for the bell. Now don't get me wrong, I usually don't flash teachers, but I find Mr. Michaels, with his muscular tall build and arrogant attitude, too much to stomach sometimes. He is the only teacher that I know I can't manipulate. He teaches world history, who cares, I won't need it to make my mark in this world. I also resent the fact that he has been hard on me, always pushing me to work hard on my assignments. I glance up at the clock on the wall and I see that in a few seconds I will be free. Right as the bell rings, I hear Mr. Michaels.
"I will need to see you after class, Lisa."
I look around and think this is a mistake. I sigh and wait as the rest of my classmates file out of the room. He sits at this desk, writing as I simmer, how dare he hold me after class, I've done nothing!
Finally he looks up and summons me up to his desk. I walk up and face him. "Wait here," he points to the space next to his desk, "I'll be right back." I'm so upset, that I don't notice his intentions till I hear the lock click. I turn around and watch him walk back to the desk. Bravely I say, "What's this about Mr. Michaels, I've got a game tonight and I really have to go."
He lets his gaze travel slowly up my body and I feel a shiver. "You are violating the dress code young lady."
"What? No, I'm not! This is the outfit approved by the principal. How am I violating?"
"By wearing a thong underneath that short skirt." He said quietly watching as I flushed with embarrassment at having been caught teasing him.
"You are eighteen today aren't you?"
I smile, great I can use the birthday card "yes it's my birthday! Please won't you give me a chance I promise that I won't do that again."
