Yes please! I need to know what happens during class!neverdoubted wrote: Mon Oct 19, 2026 9:43 pmTomorrow?apolloman42 wrote: Mon Oct 19, 2026 1:50 am Oh man these cliffhangers....
This chapter was sooo good!! The tension is building! The male teachers at this school are fun! He gave her a cap specifically to hide her face but nothing else! I'm really hoping the class is really embarrassing for her and I hope the teacher gets to watch her cum. He deserves it.
Hopefully the next chapter will be soon!
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Going to School Naked - Chapter 20
A larger box at the top left quadrant labeled "INSTRUCTOR" filled most of the screen. After a couple seconds, a video feed of Mr. Popzecky writing on the whiteboard replaced it. Because of her nearsightedness, Callie couldn't make out what he was writing even though he was just across the room from her. But thanks to the cam-bot dutifully following him around, the contents of the board were being beamed right to her laptop.
The class details shifted to a text box that filled the entire right-hand edge of the screen. Then a new note appeared and pushed the original note up a bit.
Special lesson: today we will be constructing a stratified atlas over a bounded, bilaterally symmetric 3-manifold embedded in ℝ³, whose boundary exhibits region-specific curvature regimes, anisotropic deformation properties, and hierarchically organized submanifolds corresponding to articulated segments, with singularities and high-curvature loci concentrated along fold lines, junction boundaries, and regions of functional articulation.
Callie knew some of those terms; like atlas and curvature. But not enough to make heads or tails of it as a whole. Right now, she was more concerned about the smaller boxes which were starting to pop up and slowly fill the remaining space.
One by one, faces of other students began to appear. With creeping dread, she watched the grid grow and counted silently until there were nineteen other boxes - all boys. Was it too much for one girl to be interested in this type of advanced mathematics?!
Notably absent was her box. She had never been in a virtual class like this before - at least not one that used this type of program. Did she not get to see herself? Or could it be that her webcam was off? Still as a statue, not even daring to take more than the shallowest of breaths, she scanned the other boxes for more clues. If one of the boxes on their screens suddenly had a topless girl in it, surely that fact would reflect on their surprised faces.
Everyone was muted except the instructor who was apologizing for the late start and introducing the topic of today's lecture. She did not recognize any of the other attendees. But that was no surprise. They were probably seniors. The students were all peering intently at their own screens; paying much more attention than a normal classroom would. But as far as she knew, that's how they were all the time. After all, they were math nerds.
Because a normal breath would make her bare chest swell noticeably, she focused on taking shallow ones. But with things seeming to proceed normally, she eventually unclenched her hands which had been balled up into fists since the start of class. Maybe, just maybe, she had dodged this bullet of humiliation. But then, her eyes were drawn back to the wall of moving text on side of the screen. It wasn't just for instructor notes, she realized. It was also a comment thread!
GAKERS: Hey, what's with the naked mannequin? Is this a test or part of the assignment?
Callie's heart skipped a beat. Had they been staring at her boobs this whole time?! But she rallied with the second comment.
BMOROZOV: You never know with Popz. But what makes you think it's naked? Just because you can see a little of its shoulders?
Pursing her lips, she let out a tiny puff of air. If the narrow camera angle wasn't broadcasting anything truly embarrassing, maybe her nude secret was safe after all. Bullet dodged. And as long as she kept her head tilted down, the bill of Mr. Popzecky's baseball cap would keep her face and eyes obscured and her identity safe. But then, she read the next comment.
JDEBOER: Uhh, guys, I don't think that's a mannequin. I'm pretty sure it just moved!
Gritting her teeth, she ordered her shoulders not to sigh in relief quite so noticeably in the future. Already on edge for so many other reasons, this comment thread was not helping her stay calm and composed. She would have been better off ignoring it completely. But she couldn't help it. The scrolling words drew her eye like a magnet. And like any self-conscious teenage girl, if her peers were making comments about her, she couldn't resist the temptation to read them.
GAKERS: Like you're a reliable witness, Joran. Everything looks like a sex doll to you!
JDEBOER: If you're so smart, George, then what is it doing here?
GAKERS: I told you, it's a test. Popz is trying to distract us. Just you watch, he'll probably give out the mid-term answers and you'll miss it because you're over there drooling over a pair of plastic ta-ta's.
JDEBOER: Ha ha. But seriously, guys, I think that's a real person.
GAKERS: So...what? You think Popz would just put a topless girl in his classroom while he's virtual teaching as a prank? Or is she some foreign exchange student who doesn't wear shirts to class like in that movie?
RKATHRUPI: Actually, in the movie, she was completely naked.
Her cheeks growing warm, Callie fought the urge to fidget in her seat. They were inching dangerously close to the truth. This was less embarrassing when they thought she was a mannequin.
JDEBOER: I never said she was a student. Just that she's not some sex doll.
BMOROZOV: I'm with Joran on this one. Not a doll or a mannequin. Which means, not naked. That makes you 0 for 2, George.
GAKERS: Eh, ok, maybe she is real. But I still think Popz put her there in a skimpy outfit to distract us. I'll believe she's not a plant if anyone admits they've been taking notes instead of staring at...LYANG.
BMOROZOV: George has a point. I mean, it is just like Popz to do something like this. Just look at the board.
Keeping her head steady, Callie squinted at the instructor's feed which she had been ignoring. Mr. Popzecky was drawing a series of concentric lines that, to her untrained eye, might have been sine waves or something - and speaking mathematical gibberish the whole time. Unable to make anything significant out of what he was saying or scribbling, her attention was inevitably drawn back to the comment thread.
RKATHRUPI: Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?
AGREEN: That Popz finally found a way to make Non-Euclidian Geometry interesting?
GAKERS: That Joran was finally right about something and we'll never hear the end of it?
JDEBOER: I told you idiots! Does anyone recognize her? Can't really see her face.
BFISCHER: Wasn't that kid who moved away the second week of school named Lu Yang or something?
BMOROZOV: Yeah, damn! So we know whose laptop she's using, but not who she is or what she's doing here. Could there...be a clue on her hat?
Callie recoiled on the inside as all nineteen boys leaned close to their screens. Even though they were just getting a better look at her video feed, sitting in class totally naked with ball cap and nothing else on from the neck down made her eye twitch.
Furthermore, Mr. Popzecky's clothing collection was notorious for containing veiled sexual innuendos. If her hands hadn't been ziptied to the bars of the desk, she would have reached up and removed the hat; distancing herself from whatever bawdy riddle she might be advertising.
But that cap was masking her identity and making it so the boys couldn't read her facial expressions. On second thought, she was glad her hands had failed to honor the impulsive request to remove it.
For a while, the comment thread went silent as the studious mathematicians jotted down whatever they were seeing and tried to solve the puzzle. It didn't take them long. About a minute later, the comment thread started scrolling again.
TPULSON: Number 3 is because she's acute. A CUTE, get it?
GAKERS: I think figured out #2. Do you think she really does the splits every time a teacher says hypotenuse?
BMOROZOV: Careful, Akers. Popz might be logging this thread.
GAKERS: Yeah, and he doesn't do anything by accident. I'm calling it. She's gotta be part of the lesson. I mean, just look at the board!
Callie's eyes darted back to the left side of her screen where Mr. Popzecky's graph was taking shape. Explaining every step of the way, he had drawn two XY coordinate charts and filled them with precise, swooping lines which gave them the illusion of a third dimension. Taken together, they looked suspiciously like...boobs?!
The naked girl gulped. Those weren’t just any boobs. Callie would recognize them anywhere because she saw them every time she stepped out of her bathtub and looked in the mirror. Mr. Popzecky was charting her boobs! Just then, he stepped back to reveal the concentrated details he had been meticulously graphing. Her nipples! Listening to him explain his anatomical creation in cold, mathematical terms, Callie's real anatomy responded. Her nipples, exposed to the open air, perked up and began to tingle, and her pussy flexed.
Needing a change of subject, she averted her eyes from the sketch. But that just drew her attention back to the comment thread.
TPULSON: What about #4? How do you even fit all that into such a tight space?
BFISCHER: I think it only works if she's horizontal. And you gotta do it fast before her slope gets too slippery.
GAKERS: I wanna try #7! Does she look like the flexible type to you?
BMOROZOV: Just get Popz to say hypotenuse and she'll open right up!
TPULSON: Now you're talkin. Think she could do 4, 6, and 7 at the same time?
This was getting out of hand. She didn't know exactly what the boys were talking about. But if she had to guess, they were debating which sex position she should assume!
She kept shoulders steady and her head down but had to suppress a grunt as her inexperienced sex muscles clenched tight and expressed a fresh coat of lubricant. To handle the building tension down there, she silently rocked her hips back and forth beneath the desk.
In stressful times like this, she would have gnawed on her shirt collar to calm herself. But since she hadn't worn a shirt to school today, the naked, squirming teen had to resort to chewing her bottom lip to keep her mouth occupied as her neck grew warmer and warmer.
When her restless legs started to splay, her foot accidentally banged against the leg of the desk and brought her back to her senses. She had caught her bare sex grinding against the chair again.
Her eyes watering, she sucked in air between gritted teeth and welcomed the sharp throbbing pain in her ankle as a distraction. With her hips finally obeying a strict order to be still, she had a few precious seconds to regain control of her body and think clearly.
Lowering her eyes without moving her head, she looked down helplessly at the keyboard. One of those keys might turn her camera off. But even if she knew which one, she couldn't reach them; at least not with her wrists bound at her side. So close, and yet...
Before she had a chance to finish that thought, her eyes drifted back to the suddenly lively comment thread where a nightmare scenario was unfolding.
The class details shifted to a text box that filled the entire right-hand edge of the screen. Then a new note appeared and pushed the original note up a bit.
Special lesson: today we will be constructing a stratified atlas over a bounded, bilaterally symmetric 3-manifold embedded in ℝ³, whose boundary exhibits region-specific curvature regimes, anisotropic deformation properties, and hierarchically organized submanifolds corresponding to articulated segments, with singularities and high-curvature loci concentrated along fold lines, junction boundaries, and regions of functional articulation.
Callie knew some of those terms; like atlas and curvature. But not enough to make heads or tails of it as a whole. Right now, she was more concerned about the smaller boxes which were starting to pop up and slowly fill the remaining space.
One by one, faces of other students began to appear. With creeping dread, she watched the grid grow and counted silently until there were nineteen other boxes - all boys. Was it too much for one girl to be interested in this type of advanced mathematics?!
Notably absent was her box. She had never been in a virtual class like this before - at least not one that used this type of program. Did she not get to see herself? Or could it be that her webcam was off? Still as a statue, not even daring to take more than the shallowest of breaths, she scanned the other boxes for more clues. If one of the boxes on their screens suddenly had a topless girl in it, surely that fact would reflect on their surprised faces.
Everyone was muted except the instructor who was apologizing for the late start and introducing the topic of today's lecture. She did not recognize any of the other attendees. But that was no surprise. They were probably seniors. The students were all peering intently at their own screens; paying much more attention than a normal classroom would. But as far as she knew, that's how they were all the time. After all, they were math nerds.
Because a normal breath would make her bare chest swell noticeably, she focused on taking shallow ones. But with things seeming to proceed normally, she eventually unclenched her hands which had been balled up into fists since the start of class. Maybe, just maybe, she had dodged this bullet of humiliation. But then, her eyes were drawn back to the wall of moving text on side of the screen. It wasn't just for instructor notes, she realized. It was also a comment thread!
GAKERS: Hey, what's with the naked mannequin? Is this a test or part of the assignment?
Callie's heart skipped a beat. Had they been staring at her boobs this whole time?! But she rallied with the second comment.
BMOROZOV: You never know with Popz. But what makes you think it's naked? Just because you can see a little of its shoulders?
Pursing her lips, she let out a tiny puff of air. If the narrow camera angle wasn't broadcasting anything truly embarrassing, maybe her nude secret was safe after all. Bullet dodged. And as long as she kept her head tilted down, the bill of Mr. Popzecky's baseball cap would keep her face and eyes obscured and her identity safe. But then, she read the next comment.
JDEBOER: Uhh, guys, I don't think that's a mannequin. I'm pretty sure it just moved!
Gritting her teeth, she ordered her shoulders not to sigh in relief quite so noticeably in the future. Already on edge for so many other reasons, this comment thread was not helping her stay calm and composed. She would have been better off ignoring it completely. But she couldn't help it. The scrolling words drew her eye like a magnet. And like any self-conscious teenage girl, if her peers were making comments about her, she couldn't resist the temptation to read them.
GAKERS: Like you're a reliable witness, Joran. Everything looks like a sex doll to you!
JDEBOER: If you're so smart, George, then what is it doing here?
GAKERS: I told you, it's a test. Popz is trying to distract us. Just you watch, he'll probably give out the mid-term answers and you'll miss it because you're over there drooling over a pair of plastic ta-ta's.
JDEBOER: Ha ha. But seriously, guys, I think that's a real person.
GAKERS: So...what? You think Popz would just put a topless girl in his classroom while he's virtual teaching as a prank? Or is she some foreign exchange student who doesn't wear shirts to class like in that movie?
RKATHRUPI: Actually, in the movie, she was completely naked.
Her cheeks growing warm, Callie fought the urge to fidget in her seat. They were inching dangerously close to the truth. This was less embarrassing when they thought she was a mannequin.
JDEBOER: I never said she was a student. Just that she's not some sex doll.
BMOROZOV: I'm with Joran on this one. Not a doll or a mannequin. Which means, not naked. That makes you 0 for 2, George.
GAKERS: Eh, ok, maybe she is real. But I still think Popz put her there in a skimpy outfit to distract us. I'll believe she's not a plant if anyone admits they've been taking notes instead of staring at...LYANG.
BMOROZOV: George has a point. I mean, it is just like Popz to do something like this. Just look at the board.
Keeping her head steady, Callie squinted at the instructor's feed which she had been ignoring. Mr. Popzecky was drawing a series of concentric lines that, to her untrained eye, might have been sine waves or something - and speaking mathematical gibberish the whole time. Unable to make anything significant out of what he was saying or scribbling, her attention was inevitably drawn back to the comment thread.
RKATHRUPI: Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?
AGREEN: That Popz finally found a way to make Non-Euclidian Geometry interesting?
GAKERS: That Joran was finally right about something and we'll never hear the end of it?
JDEBOER: I told you idiots! Does anyone recognize her? Can't really see her face.
BFISCHER: Wasn't that kid who moved away the second week of school named Lu Yang or something?
BMOROZOV: Yeah, damn! So we know whose laptop she's using, but not who she is or what she's doing here. Could there...be a clue on her hat?
Callie recoiled on the inside as all nineteen boys leaned close to their screens. Even though they were just getting a better look at her video feed, sitting in class totally naked with ball cap and nothing else on from the neck down made her eye twitch.
Furthermore, Mr. Popzecky's clothing collection was notorious for containing veiled sexual innuendos. If her hands hadn't been ziptied to the bars of the desk, she would have reached up and removed the hat; distancing herself from whatever bawdy riddle she might be advertising.
But that cap was masking her identity and making it so the boys couldn't read her facial expressions. On second thought, she was glad her hands had failed to honor the impulsive request to remove it.
For a while, the comment thread went silent as the studious mathematicians jotted down whatever they were seeing and tried to solve the puzzle. It didn't take them long. About a minute later, the comment thread started scrolling again.
TPULSON: Number 3 is because she's acute. A CUTE, get it?
GAKERS: I think figured out #2. Do you think she really does the splits every time a teacher says hypotenuse?
BMOROZOV: Careful, Akers. Popz might be logging this thread.
GAKERS: Yeah, and he doesn't do anything by accident. I'm calling it. She's gotta be part of the lesson. I mean, just look at the board!
Callie's eyes darted back to the left side of her screen where Mr. Popzecky's graph was taking shape. Explaining every step of the way, he had drawn two XY coordinate charts and filled them with precise, swooping lines which gave them the illusion of a third dimension. Taken together, they looked suspiciously like...boobs?!
The naked girl gulped. Those weren’t just any boobs. Callie would recognize them anywhere because she saw them every time she stepped out of her bathtub and looked in the mirror. Mr. Popzecky was charting her boobs! Just then, he stepped back to reveal the concentrated details he had been meticulously graphing. Her nipples! Listening to him explain his anatomical creation in cold, mathematical terms, Callie's real anatomy responded. Her nipples, exposed to the open air, perked up and began to tingle, and her pussy flexed.
Needing a change of subject, she averted her eyes from the sketch. But that just drew her attention back to the comment thread.
TPULSON: What about #4? How do you even fit all that into such a tight space?
BFISCHER: I think it only works if she's horizontal. And you gotta do it fast before her slope gets too slippery.
GAKERS: I wanna try #7! Does she look like the flexible type to you?
BMOROZOV: Just get Popz to say hypotenuse and she'll open right up!
TPULSON: Now you're talkin. Think she could do 4, 6, and 7 at the same time?
This was getting out of hand. She didn't know exactly what the boys were talking about. But if she had to guess, they were debating which sex position she should assume!
She kept shoulders steady and her head down but had to suppress a grunt as her inexperienced sex muscles clenched tight and expressed a fresh coat of lubricant. To handle the building tension down there, she silently rocked her hips back and forth beneath the desk.
In stressful times like this, she would have gnawed on her shirt collar to calm herself. But since she hadn't worn a shirt to school today, the naked, squirming teen had to resort to chewing her bottom lip to keep her mouth occupied as her neck grew warmer and warmer.
When her restless legs started to splay, her foot accidentally banged against the leg of the desk and brought her back to her senses. She had caught her bare sex grinding against the chair again.
Her eyes watering, she sucked in air between gritted teeth and welcomed the sharp throbbing pain in her ankle as a distraction. With her hips finally obeying a strict order to be still, she had a few precious seconds to regain control of her body and think clearly.
Lowering her eyes without moving her head, she looked down helplessly at the keyboard. One of those keys might turn her camera off. But even if she knew which one, she couldn't reach them; at least not with her wrists bound at her side. So close, and yet...
Before she had a chance to finish that thought, her eyes drifted back to the suddenly lively comment thread where a nightmare scenario was unfolding.
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This chapter was so much fun! The teacher leaving Callie on show for the web cam is diabolical lol. The male teachers here are great! I'm really hoping we don't have to wait long for the next chapter! Thanks for this story! I'm really hoping that when the class is over callie ends up cumming in front of him!
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Going to School Naked - Chapter 21
TPULSON: Woah, are you guys seeing this?
JDEBOER: Yeah, I think something bumped her desk. Earthquake?
The hairs on the back of Callie's neck stood up. Her laptop was sitting at a different angle. The screen was tilted slightly lower than before. It must have happened when she hit her ankle! She didn't have to see the webcam. The comments all but confirmed what it was broadcasting.
BFISCHER: Maybe she really is topless after all. Is it possible?
GAKERS: #6 makes a lot more sense if she is.
BMOROZOV: Settle down. She's probably just wearing one of those tube tops or something.
TPULSON: I don't know, man. That's would have to be a really low cut top!
JDEBOER: Top or no top, this is awesome!
TPULSON: Well, now we know she's not a student. Because there aren't any girls in our school with a rack that nice.
JDEBOER: At least none willing to show it off for free on the Internet!
BMOROZOV: Half a rack. Still can't see the good stuff :/
GAKERS: Hey, half a rack is better than no rack.
RKATHRUPI: They're real...and they're spectacular!
Callie was extremely motivated to keep the rest of her bare chest beyond the reach of the webcam and their prying eyes. But her lack of clothes and enforced pose left her few options. Other than hunching her shoulders and hunkering down in the chair, what else could she do to thwart them?
It would help to know how much time was left in the period. The lesson had started late and Mr. Popzecky had been lecturing for a while now. But scanning the full-screen program, she saw no time listed on the computer. There had to be a clock somewhere in the room. But without her glasses on, she didn't even bother looking for it.
Thinking it couldn't be too much longer, and with the arousal itch between her legs returning with a vengeance, the antsy girl whimpered. Counting on the cheap plastic hinges of this generic, school-issued laptop to preserve her modesty made her gulp.
When the itchy sensation got too powerful to ignore, she resumed rocking her hips in a deliberate, left and right motion. Generating just enough friction to address her tingling pussy while also keeping vibrations to a minimum. And because another bump would be disastrous, she made sure to keep her feet far from the legs of the desk.
Keeping a wary eye on the hinge, the naked, rocking girl wached the boys jubilate over possibly getting to see her boobs. Like a vertict of condemnation, the scrolling comments informed her of her fate.
TPULSON: She's too hunched over. How do we get her to sit up more?
JDEBOER: Hey, LYANG, don't you know that slouching is bad for your posture?
AGREEN: We could always pray for another earthquake.
BFISCHER: No need. The camera is already tilting on its own.
TPULSON: What?! How can you tell?
BFISCHER: I've been measuring the pixels from the top of the screen to the top her hat. It's gone from ~90 to 112 over the last 75 seconds.
BMOROZOV: Leave it up to the kernel engineer to start tracking pixels during a striptease!
TPULSON: Do you have any evidence of this supposed phenomenon, Bobby?
BFISCHER: Do parallel lines meet in projective space?
Callie's mouth popped open when a static image of her box appeared in the comment thread. She didn't know it could do that! Able to see herself for the first time, she studied the image with intense, personal interest.
She was encouraged that the bill of Mr. Popzecky's baseball cap was completely blocking her face just like she had hoped. And it fascinated her to finally see the grid of boxes printed on the front like a series of comic strips; mirror images of them, at least. The cartoonish, hand-drawn geometric shapes were speaking to each other, but with equations in the speech bubbles instead of words. There was nothing overtly embarrassing about them that she could tell. But that was kind of the point of Mr. Popzecky's collection.
The crude jokes were beyond her comprehension, but more most importantly, the portrait box only went down to where her shirt collar would have been and stopped there. It was no more revealing than a regular selfie!
She could live with flashing a little bare shoulder. Feeling so much better about her state of exposure, the happy teen forgot about the conversation and freed her hips to squirm a little more forcefully. Trying to rock her excited pussy back to sleep was a foolish idea. All this grinding could only end one way. But she didn't have another outlet, and at least it was soothing her arousal itch for a little while.
Unfortunately, when the squriming girl went back to reading the comments, she realized she had started celebrating too soon.
"I started my capture card as soon as class started," typed the resident computer expert, who was apparently named Bobby, "that was before the earthquake. This is right after."
Another image was added to the chat - one which made Callie want to squirm for a different reason. With the webcam pointed quite a bit lower, the tops of her her creamy bulging breasts, framed nicely by this new angle, removed all doubt whether or not she was topless. This new perspective more closely matched what Mr. Popzecky had been graphing on the board. But that wasn't all.
BFISCHER: Her posture dropped shortly after that. I've also been taking screenshots at regular intervals.
Bobby posted two more, nearly identical pictures, but with slightly different time stamps. He had overlaid pixel measurements showing that the gap from the top of her hat to the top of the box was shrinking - proof that the camera was slowly tilting downward.
RKATHRUPI: This IS awesome!
AGREEN: Best class ever!!!
GAKERS: So all we have to do is sit here and wait for her entire rack to come on screen?
JDEBOER: Yeah, but at this rate, we'll have graduated before it gets to any of the good stuff.
GAKERS: Good point. Hey Bobby, any way you can speed this up or at least tell us how much longer til we can see her nips?
BFISCHER: It's hard to calculate because she keeps changing her posture. And I'm not sure what's causing it to move in the first place. My best hypothesis is a faulty laptop hinge combined with some form of subtle vibration.
When it dawned on her that she was making her own situation worse, Callie wanted to slam her palm into her forehead. Of course all that rocking was still affecting the webcam!
Hunkering down yet again, she forced her hips to be still. Her sex organs immediately complained with a throbbing ache. After all that grinding stimulation, it had been edging toward an explosive orgasm not a cold-turkey stop. She should have known better than to try and rock her overheated pussy back to sleep.
She was running out of options. Her pussy muscles were begging for attention, and she literally couldn't hunker down any further. A distraction would have helped - something else to focus on. But even Mr. Popzecky had stopped lecturing and was just silently solving a bunch of proofs on the board next to the diagram of her boobs. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, the comment thread eventually drew her attention back.
JDEBOER: Did..did it stop moving?
BFISCHER: I'm not detecting any more changes. Unfortunately, the webcam appears to have reached an equilibrium.
AGREEN: NOOooooo!!!!!!!
BMOROZOV: Can't you use your hacker skills and remote control it or something?
BFISCHER: Gaining remote access is trivial, but it wouldn't matter. Those laptops have a fixed webcam. No motors to control. But...
GAKERS: But what? Come on, Bobby my boy, don't leave us hanging here.
BFISCHER: I could probably trick the gyro sensor into switching her feed into portrait mode. And now that you mention it, I could even get it to zoom out digitally. Stand by. This might take a minute.
Callie looked down the at pretty pink points tingling with need on her bare chest. Each stiff nub had a blushing apron encircling it. Ready for their close up. And all to be revealed as soon as the enterprising hacker figured out the right command to trick LYANG's laptop.
Wracking her brain, she stared at the cursed camera while it stared back at her. Surely she could come up with some way to stop it from transmi-.
Wait a minute...!
Her eyes bulged as her mouth formed into a wide "O". In her rush to stop Bobby and with her reproductive system filling her body with distracting hormones, she had forgotten the most important rule. If you can see the webcam, it can see you!
She was about to lower her head to once again hide her mortified, blushing face. But seeing that little black circle, smaller than her pinky, gave her an idea. Stretching out her neck, she strained forward with the bill of her cap leading the way. And she didn't stop until the tip of the bill was pressed against the lens. She managed to cut the embarrassing camera feed, but the effort left her hips and bottom raised off the chair.
"MMmmmm!" she moaned as cool, fresh air rushed into the gap and wafted over her wet, excited pussy.
Taking small, halting breaths, she silently willed the constricting tightness to subside. This tenuous new sitting position made it even more difficult to move or look around. But at least the boys could not manipulate her webcam to reveal any more of her bare chest than they had already seen.
Thinking she had finally put her webcam troubles behind her, she smiled beneath the cap. Unfortunately, that wasn't the only camera in the room. And when she heard a beep followed by a sound like the whirring of a motor, her smile faded.
JDEBOER: Yeah, I think something bumped her desk. Earthquake?
The hairs on the back of Callie's neck stood up. Her laptop was sitting at a different angle. The screen was tilted slightly lower than before. It must have happened when she hit her ankle! She didn't have to see the webcam. The comments all but confirmed what it was broadcasting.
BFISCHER: Maybe she really is topless after all. Is it possible?
GAKERS: #6 makes a lot more sense if she is.
BMOROZOV: Settle down. She's probably just wearing one of those tube tops or something.
TPULSON: I don't know, man. That's would have to be a really low cut top!
JDEBOER: Top or no top, this is awesome!
TPULSON: Well, now we know she's not a student. Because there aren't any girls in our school with a rack that nice.
JDEBOER: At least none willing to show it off for free on the Internet!
BMOROZOV: Half a rack. Still can't see the good stuff :/
GAKERS: Hey, half a rack is better than no rack.
RKATHRUPI: They're real...and they're spectacular!
Callie was extremely motivated to keep the rest of her bare chest beyond the reach of the webcam and their prying eyes. But her lack of clothes and enforced pose left her few options. Other than hunching her shoulders and hunkering down in the chair, what else could she do to thwart them?
It would help to know how much time was left in the period. The lesson had started late and Mr. Popzecky had been lecturing for a while now. But scanning the full-screen program, she saw no time listed on the computer. There had to be a clock somewhere in the room. But without her glasses on, she didn't even bother looking for it.
Thinking it couldn't be too much longer, and with the arousal itch between her legs returning with a vengeance, the antsy girl whimpered. Counting on the cheap plastic hinges of this generic, school-issued laptop to preserve her modesty made her gulp.
When the itchy sensation got too powerful to ignore, she resumed rocking her hips in a deliberate, left and right motion. Generating just enough friction to address her tingling pussy while also keeping vibrations to a minimum. And because another bump would be disastrous, she made sure to keep her feet far from the legs of the desk.
Keeping a wary eye on the hinge, the naked, rocking girl wached the boys jubilate over possibly getting to see her boobs. Like a vertict of condemnation, the scrolling comments informed her of her fate.
TPULSON: She's too hunched over. How do we get her to sit up more?
JDEBOER: Hey, LYANG, don't you know that slouching is bad for your posture?
AGREEN: We could always pray for another earthquake.
BFISCHER: No need. The camera is already tilting on its own.
TPULSON: What?! How can you tell?
BFISCHER: I've been measuring the pixels from the top of the screen to the top her hat. It's gone from ~90 to 112 over the last 75 seconds.
BMOROZOV: Leave it up to the kernel engineer to start tracking pixels during a striptease!
TPULSON: Do you have any evidence of this supposed phenomenon, Bobby?
BFISCHER: Do parallel lines meet in projective space?
Callie's mouth popped open when a static image of her box appeared in the comment thread. She didn't know it could do that! Able to see herself for the first time, she studied the image with intense, personal interest.
She was encouraged that the bill of Mr. Popzecky's baseball cap was completely blocking her face just like she had hoped. And it fascinated her to finally see the grid of boxes printed on the front like a series of comic strips; mirror images of them, at least. The cartoonish, hand-drawn geometric shapes were speaking to each other, but with equations in the speech bubbles instead of words. There was nothing overtly embarrassing about them that she could tell. But that was kind of the point of Mr. Popzecky's collection.
The crude jokes were beyond her comprehension, but more most importantly, the portrait box only went down to where her shirt collar would have been and stopped there. It was no more revealing than a regular selfie!
She could live with flashing a little bare shoulder. Feeling so much better about her state of exposure, the happy teen forgot about the conversation and freed her hips to squirm a little more forcefully. Trying to rock her excited pussy back to sleep was a foolish idea. All this grinding could only end one way. But she didn't have another outlet, and at least it was soothing her arousal itch for a little while.
Unfortunately, when the squriming girl went back to reading the comments, she realized she had started celebrating too soon.
"I started my capture card as soon as class started," typed the resident computer expert, who was apparently named Bobby, "that was before the earthquake. This is right after."
Another image was added to the chat - one which made Callie want to squirm for a different reason. With the webcam pointed quite a bit lower, the tops of her her creamy bulging breasts, framed nicely by this new angle, removed all doubt whether or not she was topless. This new perspective more closely matched what Mr. Popzecky had been graphing on the board. But that wasn't all.
BFISCHER: Her posture dropped shortly after that. I've also been taking screenshots at regular intervals.
Bobby posted two more, nearly identical pictures, but with slightly different time stamps. He had overlaid pixel measurements showing that the gap from the top of her hat to the top of the box was shrinking - proof that the camera was slowly tilting downward.
RKATHRUPI: This IS awesome!
AGREEN: Best class ever!!!
GAKERS: So all we have to do is sit here and wait for her entire rack to come on screen?
JDEBOER: Yeah, but at this rate, we'll have graduated before it gets to any of the good stuff.
GAKERS: Good point. Hey Bobby, any way you can speed this up or at least tell us how much longer til we can see her nips?
BFISCHER: It's hard to calculate because she keeps changing her posture. And I'm not sure what's causing it to move in the first place. My best hypothesis is a faulty laptop hinge combined with some form of subtle vibration.
When it dawned on her that she was making her own situation worse, Callie wanted to slam her palm into her forehead. Of course all that rocking was still affecting the webcam!
Hunkering down yet again, she forced her hips to be still. Her sex organs immediately complained with a throbbing ache. After all that grinding stimulation, it had been edging toward an explosive orgasm not a cold-turkey stop. She should have known better than to try and rock her overheated pussy back to sleep.
She was running out of options. Her pussy muscles were begging for attention, and she literally couldn't hunker down any further. A distraction would have helped - something else to focus on. But even Mr. Popzecky had stopped lecturing and was just silently solving a bunch of proofs on the board next to the diagram of her boobs. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, the comment thread eventually drew her attention back.
JDEBOER: Did..did it stop moving?
BFISCHER: I'm not detecting any more changes. Unfortunately, the webcam appears to have reached an equilibrium.
AGREEN: NOOooooo!!!!!!!
BMOROZOV: Can't you use your hacker skills and remote control it or something?
BFISCHER: Gaining remote access is trivial, but it wouldn't matter. Those laptops have a fixed webcam. No motors to control. But...
GAKERS: But what? Come on, Bobby my boy, don't leave us hanging here.
BFISCHER: I could probably trick the gyro sensor into switching her feed into portrait mode. And now that you mention it, I could even get it to zoom out digitally. Stand by. This might take a minute.
Callie looked down the at pretty pink points tingling with need on her bare chest. Each stiff nub had a blushing apron encircling it. Ready for their close up. And all to be revealed as soon as the enterprising hacker figured out the right command to trick LYANG's laptop.
Wracking her brain, she stared at the cursed camera while it stared back at her. Surely she could come up with some way to stop it from transmi-.
Wait a minute...!
Her eyes bulged as her mouth formed into a wide "O". In her rush to stop Bobby and with her reproductive system filling her body with distracting hormones, she had forgotten the most important rule. If you can see the webcam, it can see you!
She was about to lower her head to once again hide her mortified, blushing face. But seeing that little black circle, smaller than her pinky, gave her an idea. Stretching out her neck, she strained forward with the bill of her cap leading the way. And she didn't stop until the tip of the bill was pressed against the lens. She managed to cut the embarrassing camera feed, but the effort left her hips and bottom raised off the chair.
"MMmmmm!" she moaned as cool, fresh air rushed into the gap and wafted over her wet, excited pussy.
Taking small, halting breaths, she silently willed the constricting tightness to subside. This tenuous new sitting position made it even more difficult to move or look around. But at least the boys could not manipulate her webcam to reveal any more of her bare chest than they had already seen.
Thinking she had finally put her webcam troubles behind her, she smiled beneath the cap. Unfortunately, that wasn't the only camera in the room. And when she heard a beep followed by a sound like the whirring of a motor, her smile faded.
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Going to School Naked - Chapter 22
The trembling student could only sit there and listen while the robotic meeting assistant rolled to a stop beside her. The room had gone too quiet. And her stifled moan had triggered its presenter tracking sensors. It was just a camera stalk on wheels. Easy to forget about, until it turns its attention on you.
She didn't have to guess what a sight she made. She only had to look down her nose at the large instructor's feed! For once, her nearsightedness actually made it easier to follow along. And because the robot had helpfully come around to record her from the open side, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing.
It was disorienting seeing herself from another angle. And when she spotted the ziptie on the girl's left wrist, she felt for the poor, out of place student, until she remembered that she was witnessing her own, humiliating detention. Then her cheeks turned bright red as a powerful blush spread down her neck and onto her chest.
Nearly crossing her eyes, she could see the suddenly lively comment thread scrolling wildly. She had just made nineteen horny school boys extremely happy.
They didn't have to hypothesize or wonder anymore if she was a mannequin or what she was wearing. The answer was right there in front of their eyes. A real girl, buck naked, head to toe, in the flesh.
But did they question why she was sitting like this? Why bend awkwardly over her school desk with her arms at her side. Her face, so close to her own laptop that the tip of her baseball cap was touching the top of the screen. Her well-endowed chest, with breasts full and ripe, hanging heavy in this compromising position while her perky round nipples nearly grazed the wooden desktop.
Had they caught the futile flex of her little biceps when she instinctively tried to raise her hands and hide her nakedness from them? Or her shoulders wince as the zipties bit into her wrists for the umpteenth time?
Did any of them recognize the surprised face that had briefly made an appearance on the feed a few seconds ago? Could they even fathom everything that had transpired to cause a usually shy junior to end up sitting in a school classroom, bound and naked? Would it matter if they did? They were probably too busy making sure Bobby was recording it all and ogling her bare chest and newly revealed nipples - comparing and contrasting to Mr. Popzecky's detailed schematic on the board.
"Ahem!" Speak of the devil.
Having interrupted his teaching, the handsome instructor had come over to join his robot standing beside Callie's desk. Breathing in his rugged scent made her eyelids flutter.
"You are Teacher's Aide, yes," he asked.
"Mm-hmm," she squeaked through pursed lips. She had to work hard to not to whimper as the void in her poor little aching pussy squeezed tightly over nothing. Even wallowing in shame, she was still a healthy female in heat; still wrestling with her own throbbing arousal in the presence of an extremely attractive member of the opposite sex.
"Well, then you won't mind helping me take a few measurements to corroborate my proofs. Sit up straight, if you please, Callia."
Callie gulped. Her eyes watering from the sting in her wrists, she leaned back to sit in the chair properly. Reluctantly obeying even though it meant uncovering the very webcam she had gone to such great lengths to block.
He typed something on her laptop and the main box switched to her webcam's feed. The instructor's feed shrank down to join the other smaller boxes. Now broadcasting two angles of her embarrassing exhibition.
All the boys were staring back at her. Nineteen pairs of wide eyes, refusing to even blink. Taking in and memorizing everything she was showing them. Her blushing face. The cute bite of her plump, bottom lip as her nerves got the better of her. The swell of her chest as she drew in a deep breath of resignation. Nineteen mouths hung open in utter shock and delight at their sexy object lesson. The comment thread had gone dead.
As the helpful teacher took his class on a tactile survey of Callie's female topography, each of her senses reported the experience differently. Her ears heard and brain processed the cold mathematical terms he was using to describe each curve and crevace. But ner nostrils only cared about the scent of his cologne filling them with every breath and driving her crazy with desire.
Leaning over her desk, he wasn't shy about getting up close and personal for hands-on instruction. He ran his fingertips along the outer edge of her breasts - mapping every indentation and lingering over various connection points to her rib cage. Her sensitive flesh registered every graze.
Then, without warning, he reached out his large hand and cupped each of her breasts; gently kneading each in turn and noting how the surface exhibited "an elasticity factor sufficient to counteract the substantial quantity and density of soft tissue underneath". When he complimented her on having exceptional sphericity, Callie was equal parts flattered and mortified. The boys were in heaven!
When he had finished his general survey of her breasts, he got out the calipers and narrowed his area of focus. Positioning it just so, he shrank the matching fins of cold metal down and down. Callie couldn't stifle a gasp of surprise as the cold instrument lightly framed her first nipple.
"Your homework tonight is to create an accurate volumetric calculation from the following anatomical measurements," he started to call out the first one, then stopped himself. "Hmm, the readings are changing. Let's give it a moment to stabilize."
Callie let out a shameful whine when she realized he was talking about stiffening! All this attention, not to mention the pinching sensation from the calipers, was causing her usually tame nipple to swell. Only when the little pink nub had grown to its fully stiff potential did he declare it as stable and move over to do the same for her other one.
As he called out the widths and depths of her pretty, pink flesh with great precision, the boys rushed to jot down the numbers so that they could calculate the volumetric size of Callie's anatomy at their own pace. Then he measured her areolas in similar fashion; remarking how they formed as close to perfect circles as anything nature could produce.
For once, Callie couldn't be more relieved when the bell rang out overhead and her teacher shut down the robot and helpfully snapped her laptop closed. She had survived sitting through an entire geometry class without any clothes on while her bare chest was used as a visual aid. Miraculously, only her pride had suffered lasting harm.
But just because fifth period was over didn't mean she could stop worrying. She was still naked in school and bound to this cursed desk. And something about the way Mr. Popzecky just stood there studying her told her he wasn't finished with her.
Her nude gambit had accomplished one thing: attention. She was no longer forgotten and ignored at the back of the class. No longer blending into the walls. No longer part of the furniture.
She, rather, her bare body, had captured the attention of the hottest teacher in the school. She could practically see his substantial intellect thrumming behind his steel blue eyes as he studied her. She used to think that was his most attractive quality. But now that she could see the equally substantial bulge thrumming in his pants, her opinion was changing. She didn't have to guess how her pussy would vote. Resisting the urge to fill the silence, she bit her restless bottom lip between her teeth and waited for him to say something.
"Your claims of being helpful to teachers has not materialized," he finally said. "Rather, thus far, your presence has only detrimented my profession. Your inability to follow simple instructions, disappointing. And your disruptive noises naught but a distraction to my lecture and my class."
"I didn't mean to be a d-distraction," Callie offered in apology, "It's just my stupid b-b-blabbermouth. It gets worse when I'm nervous. I-"
She swallowed her sentence when her handsome teacher suddenly advanced into her personal space. Snatching the hat off her head, he crouched in front of her desk; lowering his face to her level. His chiseled features coming into focus warmed her cheeks.
"Blabbermouth?" he inquired with a raise of his eyebrow; as if he had never heard of such a thing. His lecturer voice had morphed into something much more...msicheievous. But the word still rolled off his exotic tongue. How did he manage to make everything sound so sexy?
Stretching out his arm, he reached across the desk and cradled the lower part of her face in his palm. His substantial hand was big enough to nearly enclose her entire jaw. It was the same gentle but firm grip he had used when manhandling and sampling her anatomy for the class. Her breasts remembered.
Then he flexed; pulling her forward so he could study this supposed blabbermouth of hers in closer detail. Callie tried not to be a further detriment to his efforts. But with her arms already stretched to their limit due to her bound hands, she had to arch her back and stretch out her neck to comply.
He didn't stop drawing the naked student forward until she was hunched all the way over her own desk and their faces mere inches apart. Her cheeks were molded between his strong, capable fingers. With her eyes bulging, her face burning, and her lips stuck in a forced pucker, she let out a high-pitched squeak of surprise.
He responded by reaching up his other hand and placing the pad of his index finger against her lips, as if he were shushing her.
Callie had never fought so hard to keep from squirming or making a sound. Cool air rushed into the gap where she had been sitting to remind her how neglected her overheated pussy was. Her still tingling nipples grazed the wooden surface beneath her. And every breath she took drew even more of this effortlessly handsome man's arousing scent into her nose.
"You learned not a thing today, did you?"
After a moment, the blushing, puckered girl shook her head in shame. She had not been paying nearly enough attention to the lesson to give anything approaching an intelligent answer. The subject matter alone was hard enough to comprehend. But how could he expect a student in her compromising position to learn anything when she was too busy dealing with her arousal and dodging leering schoolboys?
"More studious, less blabberous, perhaps?"
Callie tried to take offence. She desperately wanted to impress him on an intellectual level. Show him that she wasn't just another vapid schoolgirl who only cared about his looks. Some stupid airhead whose only talent was using her body to disrupt his class.
But just then, his finger began a slow caress; gently sliding back and forth as if appreciating the plumpness of her full, puckered lips. And her eyelids fluttered and her mind blanked.
"I have been pondering the matter of your dress code violation."
With his hand still sampling her mouth, his eyes drifted down to where here proud, naked body was currenty flaunting the school's dress code.
"I could escort you now to detention hall...or-," his forefinger flexed, pulling her bottom lip down with it and revealing her pink, lolling tongue. "detain you here during my planning period. You could aid me while I grade, hmm?"
The mezmerized girl let out a dreamy whimper and nodded her head.
"It's decided then," he suddenly let go of her face. Callie had to remember to re-engage her neck muscles to keep her chin from thudding onto the desk.
"Serve your carpet time well and you'll be free to leave at the end of the period - maybe even cured of your blabbermouth in the process."
Callie gulped at that news and a knot formed in her stomach. How had she forgotten about carpet time?!
She didn't have to guess what a sight she made. She only had to look down her nose at the large instructor's feed! For once, her nearsightedness actually made it easier to follow along. And because the robot had helpfully come around to record her from the open side, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing.
It was disorienting seeing herself from another angle. And when she spotted the ziptie on the girl's left wrist, she felt for the poor, out of place student, until she remembered that she was witnessing her own, humiliating detention. Then her cheeks turned bright red as a powerful blush spread down her neck and onto her chest.
Nearly crossing her eyes, she could see the suddenly lively comment thread scrolling wildly. She had just made nineteen horny school boys extremely happy.
They didn't have to hypothesize or wonder anymore if she was a mannequin or what she was wearing. The answer was right there in front of their eyes. A real girl, buck naked, head to toe, in the flesh.
But did they question why she was sitting like this? Why bend awkwardly over her school desk with her arms at her side. Her face, so close to her own laptop that the tip of her baseball cap was touching the top of the screen. Her well-endowed chest, with breasts full and ripe, hanging heavy in this compromising position while her perky round nipples nearly grazed the wooden desktop.
Had they caught the futile flex of her little biceps when she instinctively tried to raise her hands and hide her nakedness from them? Or her shoulders wince as the zipties bit into her wrists for the umpteenth time?
Did any of them recognize the surprised face that had briefly made an appearance on the feed a few seconds ago? Could they even fathom everything that had transpired to cause a usually shy junior to end up sitting in a school classroom, bound and naked? Would it matter if they did? They were probably too busy making sure Bobby was recording it all and ogling her bare chest and newly revealed nipples - comparing and contrasting to Mr. Popzecky's detailed schematic on the board.
"Ahem!" Speak of the devil.
Having interrupted his teaching, the handsome instructor had come over to join his robot standing beside Callie's desk. Breathing in his rugged scent made her eyelids flutter.
"You are Teacher's Aide, yes," he asked.
"Mm-hmm," she squeaked through pursed lips. She had to work hard to not to whimper as the void in her poor little aching pussy squeezed tightly over nothing. Even wallowing in shame, she was still a healthy female in heat; still wrestling with her own throbbing arousal in the presence of an extremely attractive member of the opposite sex.
"Well, then you won't mind helping me take a few measurements to corroborate my proofs. Sit up straight, if you please, Callia."
Callie gulped. Her eyes watering from the sting in her wrists, she leaned back to sit in the chair properly. Reluctantly obeying even though it meant uncovering the very webcam she had gone to such great lengths to block.
He typed something on her laptop and the main box switched to her webcam's feed. The instructor's feed shrank down to join the other smaller boxes. Now broadcasting two angles of her embarrassing exhibition.
All the boys were staring back at her. Nineteen pairs of wide eyes, refusing to even blink. Taking in and memorizing everything she was showing them. Her blushing face. The cute bite of her plump, bottom lip as her nerves got the better of her. The swell of her chest as she drew in a deep breath of resignation. Nineteen mouths hung open in utter shock and delight at their sexy object lesson. The comment thread had gone dead.
As the helpful teacher took his class on a tactile survey of Callie's female topography, each of her senses reported the experience differently. Her ears heard and brain processed the cold mathematical terms he was using to describe each curve and crevace. But ner nostrils only cared about the scent of his cologne filling them with every breath and driving her crazy with desire.
Leaning over her desk, he wasn't shy about getting up close and personal for hands-on instruction. He ran his fingertips along the outer edge of her breasts - mapping every indentation and lingering over various connection points to her rib cage. Her sensitive flesh registered every graze.
Then, without warning, he reached out his large hand and cupped each of her breasts; gently kneading each in turn and noting how the surface exhibited "an elasticity factor sufficient to counteract the substantial quantity and density of soft tissue underneath". When he complimented her on having exceptional sphericity, Callie was equal parts flattered and mortified. The boys were in heaven!
When he had finished his general survey of her breasts, he got out the calipers and narrowed his area of focus. Positioning it just so, he shrank the matching fins of cold metal down and down. Callie couldn't stifle a gasp of surprise as the cold instrument lightly framed her first nipple.
"Your homework tonight is to create an accurate volumetric calculation from the following anatomical measurements," he started to call out the first one, then stopped himself. "Hmm, the readings are changing. Let's give it a moment to stabilize."
Callie let out a shameful whine when she realized he was talking about stiffening! All this attention, not to mention the pinching sensation from the calipers, was causing her usually tame nipple to swell. Only when the little pink nub had grown to its fully stiff potential did he declare it as stable and move over to do the same for her other one.
As he called out the widths and depths of her pretty, pink flesh with great precision, the boys rushed to jot down the numbers so that they could calculate the volumetric size of Callie's anatomy at their own pace. Then he measured her areolas in similar fashion; remarking how they formed as close to perfect circles as anything nature could produce.
For once, Callie couldn't be more relieved when the bell rang out overhead and her teacher shut down the robot and helpfully snapped her laptop closed. She had survived sitting through an entire geometry class without any clothes on while her bare chest was used as a visual aid. Miraculously, only her pride had suffered lasting harm.
But just because fifth period was over didn't mean she could stop worrying. She was still naked in school and bound to this cursed desk. And something about the way Mr. Popzecky just stood there studying her told her he wasn't finished with her.
Her nude gambit had accomplished one thing: attention. She was no longer forgotten and ignored at the back of the class. No longer blending into the walls. No longer part of the furniture.
She, rather, her bare body, had captured the attention of the hottest teacher in the school. She could practically see his substantial intellect thrumming behind his steel blue eyes as he studied her. She used to think that was his most attractive quality. But now that she could see the equally substantial bulge thrumming in his pants, her opinion was changing. She didn't have to guess how her pussy would vote. Resisting the urge to fill the silence, she bit her restless bottom lip between her teeth and waited for him to say something.
"Your claims of being helpful to teachers has not materialized," he finally said. "Rather, thus far, your presence has only detrimented my profession. Your inability to follow simple instructions, disappointing. And your disruptive noises naught but a distraction to my lecture and my class."
"I didn't mean to be a d-distraction," Callie offered in apology, "It's just my stupid b-b-blabbermouth. It gets worse when I'm nervous. I-"
She swallowed her sentence when her handsome teacher suddenly advanced into her personal space. Snatching the hat off her head, he crouched in front of her desk; lowering his face to her level. His chiseled features coming into focus warmed her cheeks.
"Blabbermouth?" he inquired with a raise of his eyebrow; as if he had never heard of such a thing. His lecturer voice had morphed into something much more...msicheievous. But the word still rolled off his exotic tongue. How did he manage to make everything sound so sexy?
Stretching out his arm, he reached across the desk and cradled the lower part of her face in his palm. His substantial hand was big enough to nearly enclose her entire jaw. It was the same gentle but firm grip he had used when manhandling and sampling her anatomy for the class. Her breasts remembered.
Then he flexed; pulling her forward so he could study this supposed blabbermouth of hers in closer detail. Callie tried not to be a further detriment to his efforts. But with her arms already stretched to their limit due to her bound hands, she had to arch her back and stretch out her neck to comply.
He didn't stop drawing the naked student forward until she was hunched all the way over her own desk and their faces mere inches apart. Her cheeks were molded between his strong, capable fingers. With her eyes bulging, her face burning, and her lips stuck in a forced pucker, she let out a high-pitched squeak of surprise.
He responded by reaching up his other hand and placing the pad of his index finger against her lips, as if he were shushing her.
Callie had never fought so hard to keep from squirming or making a sound. Cool air rushed into the gap where she had been sitting to remind her how neglected her overheated pussy was. Her still tingling nipples grazed the wooden surface beneath her. And every breath she took drew even more of this effortlessly handsome man's arousing scent into her nose.
"You learned not a thing today, did you?"
After a moment, the blushing, puckered girl shook her head in shame. She had not been paying nearly enough attention to the lesson to give anything approaching an intelligent answer. The subject matter alone was hard enough to comprehend. But how could he expect a student in her compromising position to learn anything when she was too busy dealing with her arousal and dodging leering schoolboys?
"More studious, less blabberous, perhaps?"
Callie tried to take offence. She desperately wanted to impress him on an intellectual level. Show him that she wasn't just another vapid schoolgirl who only cared about his looks. Some stupid airhead whose only talent was using her body to disrupt his class.
But just then, his finger began a slow caress; gently sliding back and forth as if appreciating the plumpness of her full, puckered lips. And her eyelids fluttered and her mind blanked.
"I have been pondering the matter of your dress code violation."
With his hand still sampling her mouth, his eyes drifted down to where here proud, naked body was currenty flaunting the school's dress code.
"I could escort you now to detention hall...or-," his forefinger flexed, pulling her bottom lip down with it and revealing her pink, lolling tongue. "detain you here during my planning period. You could aid me while I grade, hmm?"
The mezmerized girl let out a dreamy whimper and nodded her head.
"It's decided then," he suddenly let go of her face. Callie had to remember to re-engage her neck muscles to keep her chin from thudding onto the desk.
"Serve your carpet time well and you'll be free to leave at the end of the period - maybe even cured of your blabbermouth in the process."
Callie gulped at that news and a knot formed in her stomach. How had she forgotten about carpet time?!
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