“Gloria, Did you see the bulge in Mr. Henson’s pants?” My friend Penny said.
“Yeah, I think he noticed how I hiked up my skirt and allowed him to see my panties.”
“From where I sat, I could see him staring at you at every opportunity.” Ellen put in.
“I didn’t want to look,” I said. “I didn’t want him to know that I knew he was looking at me.”
“Well, you do have a pretty pussy,” Penny snickered.
“So girls, we’ve done this before. Are we ready to get an A+ in Senior Math?”
“I remember the first time we did this with Mr. Anderson. I was so scared.” Ellen said.
“We were in the 8th grade then. We didn’t really know what we were doing,” I said, “I think we learned a lot since then. Remember Mr. Robinson?”
My friends giggled. Ellen managed to get out, “I sure do. He nearly sprayed his semen all over you and Penny. I never thought I’d see a boy want to masturbate for a bunch of girls. I wish I had my camera.”
“Think of it this way, girls,” I added, “We satisfied the old man’s fantasy, and we didn’t even have to show anything. All we needed to do was drop a couple of hints.”
Penny leaned back against her locker, “I think Mr. Green was our dreamiest hunk. Boy was his body ripped.”
“Like, duh,” Ellen added, “He’s the boy’s gym teacher. What did you expect?”
“Being in shape and having a big penis are two different things. He got both,” Penny replied.
“I wonder how big Mr. Henson is?”
“I don’t know.” I added, “He’s obviously not as in good physical shape as the Green Hunk, but his bulge is rather impressive. I wonder if boys stuff their pants like we do our bras?”
“You know, I’m wondering what we should do with him. How far do we want to push this? After all, this is our last shot. From now on, we’ll be dealing with college professors.”
“Penny’s got a good point there, Gloria” Ellen added.
“Yeah, I know. I mean, most of the time we just put on a show in exchange for grades. Usually, there’s nothing else going on except maybe a peek at a penis. Robinson was sort of an exception. That one sort of got out of hand,” I added with a giggle. “I think we could do a lot with Henson. He seems to be walking around with a hard-on most of the time. We could use that to our advantage.”
“What do you have in mind?” Penny asked.
“An ambush,” I answered with an evil grin.
-=o=-
“He’s walking in right now,” I heard in my earpiece. Ellen was stationed outside the cafeteria. She would give Mr. Henderson a couple more seconds and then follow him into the room.
“It looks like he’s heading over to the blue section.” The cafeteria was broken up into red, white and blue sections. I don’t know whether it was some sort of patriotic gesture on the part of the designers or just that the school got a good deal on cheap plastic furniture.
I casually drifted over towards that area.
“He’s taking in Helen Johnson. That dirty old man. What is she, a sophomore?”
“Now he’s looking at Mary Clemmons. I don’t know what he sees in her unless it’s her big ass.” I tried to stifle a giggle.
Several moments passed as Ellen gave me the report on where my target was and which girl he was looking at. Occasionally, I could see him out of the corner of my eye, but I had to get his attention without making it look like I was trying to get his attention.
This meant that I had to get Penny’s attention. She had carried her tray over a row behind me, turned the corner and was in perfect position. She smiled at me and gave me a nod. Show time!
Penny pretended to bump into me and dropped her tray. Every head within 10 meters turned in her direction including, I presumed, Mr. Henderson. Ellen confirmed it, “The mark has taken the bait.”
I stood facing Penny with my back towards Mr. Henderson and bent over to help her pick up things from the floor. As planned, my skirt rode up exposing my panties to him.
“Oh man, you girls should see this. His eyes can’t get any wider. I think he’s drooling … oh, oh would you look at the size of that erection. Um, I’ll look. You girls keep on with your act.”
“Here he comes.”
Just about then, I heard his voice, “Are you girls having a problem? Can I help?” Penny unstooped just enough to give him a clear view down the top of her blouse.
“Oh no,” I said in my sweetest tones, “I think we have EVERYTHING under control. I’m just a little concerned though. I think I got some of that mess on my shoes.” Then I asked as suggestively and with as much double entendre as I could muster, “Do you think you can help me get it off?”
“Why, um sure, I mean,” he stammered as he looked around wildly for the napkin container.
“Oh not here; that would be so silly,” I purred, “Let’s do it in room 104. I’m pretty sure it’s empty. I can sit on the big desk and put my foot on the top of the desk in the front row. You can sit in the desk and clean my shoe. Wouldn’t that be so comfy?”
He said nothing. I almost felt like taking him by the hand and leading him there like a little boy. Instead I said, “I’ll go on ahead and meet you there. We still have about 30 minutes left for lunch.”
As I walked away, I could hear Ellen say, “What did you tell him? He’s as white as a sheet!”
I was out the door and in the hall when she updated her report, “He’s following.”
When he arrived, he found me sitting on the desk as promised with one leg crossed over my knee. “Close the door. The lock is on.”
I simply pointed to the student desk in front of me and said, “Sit.” It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a command.
I spread my legs apart allowing him to look up my skirt. Again I pointed, this time to my feet, “My shoes are down there, silly.”
“I’ve forgotten something to clean them with,” he said.
“Oh, it’s just some pudding. You can lick it off. It won’t hurt you.”
He said not a word, but went right to his work. I almost laughed as I looked at the top of his head and saw the bald spot there. He craned his neck into the most awkward of positions so he could place his tongue on my shoe and still raise his eyes to look up my skirt.
I watched him with a smile for a couple of minutes. “You know, watching you like this makes me hot. Do you mind if I take off some of my clothes?”
“Mmm, mmm,” was his muffled response. I undid the buttons on my blouse one by one just enough to allow him to see my bra.
Then I took my free foot and put it on top of his head. “Wait!”
He sat back in the desk. His eyes were glazed and his face was red.
I pushed off one shoe with my toes and then repeated the action with the other foot. “See my pretty socks?” I asked.
He nodded.
“You know, I put perfume on my feet to make them smell pretty. Why don’t you smell them to see how pretty they smell?” I felt like I was lecturing a child.
He took a sniff.
“I bet you can smell them even better if you took off my socks. If you’re a good boy, I might even allow you to kiss them.”
He reached for my feet. I pushed him back with a foot on his face. “No silly. Don’t use your hands. Take them off using your teeth and gums.” Then I added sternly, “And don’t get them wet!”
I was soon rubbing my bare feet against his cheek. It was just then that Ellen and Penny came in. They snapped a couple of quick pictures with their phones. Mr. Henderson jumped up, but it was too late. They scampered off down the hall.
I looked down and giggled. His pants were not only bulged out, but there was a very obvious wet spot. I would see to it that the word on this would get out and every kid in school would be on the lookout for it for the rest of the day.
“I thought we locked the door,” he said.
“Oh silly me, I’ve must have forgotten that Ellen found the key last week.”
“What was that all about?” He finally managed to ask.
“Oh that? That’s just a little extra insurance. The real deal is over there,” I said, jerking my thumb towards the computer. “The webcam has been on the whole time. It’s been recorded, and will be emailed to a safe location.”
He hung his head, “What do you want?”
“We’ll start with an A in the course, but I was beginning to like the attention you were giving me down there. I think all of us girls would like that. Be back here for lunch tomorrow. We’ll have something tasty for you to nibble on.”