The New Student Teacher (closed)

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Jacqueline's heels clacked as she walked to class. She flipped her cellphone. "ru ready", it said. Duh, I'm always ready, she thought to herself, rolling her eyes as only a teenager could. She flipped her long henna hair, and winked at a few boys (and girls). She had forgotten what her hair had originally looked like -- whitish blonde? Strawberry blonde? Eh, who cares. She entered the classroom and barely gave a sniff to the new "boy" in the room. Black tie and white shirt. Oh, how creative. We'll destroy this new student teacher in no time.

She herself was wearing a tight white sweater. Underneath it could easily be seen her purple cheerleader's outfit, something that could cover her bra (had she been wearing one), but not much else. Along with her sweater, she wore her tight skimpy cheerleader's skirt (actually, it was her sister's, since her own issued skirt wasn't small enough). Underneath it, she wore boring baggy grey sweats, absconded from her last boyfriend. Underneath *them* she wore... what *did* she wear today? Was she supposed to wear her purple bikini panties? That atrocious thong? Or anything at all?

She sat right in between the twins, Mandy and Brandy, hip to hip. Those weren't their real names, but it didn't really matter. The school desks were more like tables. Three or two students could sit next to each other, and student's legs were quite visible underneath. Her hand lightly brushed against Mandy (or was it Andy's?) thigh. Jacqueline scribbled some words into her notebook and let her see them. "Fifteen minutes into the lecture, right?" Jacqueline smiled at her two co-conspirators. A lovely way to start the school year.


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brandy

i was already sitting with my twin at the table.....waiting on Jaqueline. My name is Angelica but since that doesn't really suit my nature my friends call me Brandy(as in randy) . At a little over five foot five the taller of us both and oldest by three minutes I liked to be a bit rebellious.

Guess that's why my hair was dyed black with electric blue streaks and I was dressed in a tartan miniskirt and white lace up corset. We had all planned to make the new student teacher's life pure hell from the word go. Jacqueline had briefed us on the plan already and now it was about to be put into action. Can't wait to see his face..........who knows maybe he will enjoy it.

 

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Mr. Michaels

"Hello. My name is Mr. Michaels, but you can call me Mike." I felt a little warm under the collar as the girls seated in front of me settled into their seats. Two looked identical, even their blue streaks in their black hair matched. They sat side by side to a luscious redhead, glaring at me more than looking. "I will be your teaching assistant for this quarter in biology. Could you tell me your names?" I certainly hoped more students would join this section. Just these three alone would break my concentration.

"Oh," said the redhead. "Well... my name is Jacqueline, and this is Brandy. Oh, wait. Or is this Mandy? No, no, it must be Brandy. Well, it *could* be Mandy." She was certainly ready to test me. Why, exactly, me, anyway?

"Well," I said, turning to the dark-haired beauty -- er, student -- in front of me. "Which is it?"


OOC: Oops -- the twins are Mandy and Brandy. There is no Andy. I've taken out the other students. Let's also say this is a "section", a weekly small group meeting held by a student teaching assistant, with the TA and students sitting at the same table. And feel free to drop your pencil under the table anytime you want so you can "try to find it".


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brandy

I'm Brandy ........Mike. I'm the quiet one. This reprobate is my sister Mandy. So your to teach us about biology this term . Hope your better than the half wit they sent us to last term. She was so up her own arse that she never spoke to us the whole term."

He was sitting opposite me, I slipped off my shoe and started to rub my foot against his leg . From the ankle to the knee and down, then I sat back more in my chair and eased my toes up his thigh towards his cock. He was trying hard not to respond in any way but I could feel his cock harden beneath my foot. He was shifting uneasily in his chair more so when he realised that the hand that wasn't on the table was in fact begining to make squelching noises in my shaven pussy.

 

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Michael sat in his seat uncomfortably. He was a little startled when the foot touched him, and definitely reacted to the tickle of her toe on his crotch. He could feel her though the thin fabric of his pants, the underside of his cock well-responding to her ministrations. His balls were exposed as well, filling and feeling full, with every tickled touched deliverered by the tempress's toes.

Jacqueline observed Mandy's touching herself and smiled. "Mr. Michaels," Jacqueline said with her fake haughty accent. "What are the physiological reactions to *non-tactile* arousal? Non-visual, even? I mean, what if some young woman sitting next to you, well, what if you *knew* she was touching herself? If she took her hand and was massaging her slit, her fingers going up and down, feeling her soft pussy lips, wet with moisture and just drenching her seat with hot pussy juice?"

Jacqueline's hand, the one with the eraser, also disappeared under the table. "And what if her friend put *her* hand under the table, to assist her? What would you feel if you knew her skirt was being pulled up, and her clitty being touched and rubbed with a hard thick plastic eraser? You know. The one that feels as fleshy as a man's cock? Just imagine it going up and down, back and forth over her swollen luscious clitty. Now imagine it sliding over her slit, joining her hand in touching herself, making her all wet and juicy for a man's big thick cock. Oh, how do your pants feel? Are they tight? Do they want a woman's hot hungry pussy all over it? Hmmmm?" She smiled as she turned to sweet Brandy. "Oh, Brandy, do say something, even if it's a low moan. I daresay you seemed to be a little turned on yourself." Jacqueline pressed the eraser into her harder, making little circles under the table.

OOC: Pity erasers don't vibrate.


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