Andrea was one of the more popular girls in her year, and for the past couple of years she realised all too well how she could use it to get her way. The boys loved her, much to the chagrin of the other girls. Teachers loved her too. They fantasised about her. Among each other they talked about things that would get them kicked out of school and possibly even robbed of their jobs for life.
Andrea liked being a naughty. This would be easily dealt with hadn’t she also been very smart. She was a model student, excelled in all her classes. Studying pattern design, hoping to later find a job in fashion she loved dressing herself nicely and… naughty. She got a kick out of teasing the teachers by accidentally letting her g-string ride over low-waist jeans. Or by showing off her cleavage by wearing hoodies with zippers.
Her breasts were a size D but she squeezed them in size C bras, only to push them up more. Her nipples were perfectly round and dark on her naturally tanned body. Her bras sometimes didn’t completely hide them. Her young breasts didn’t even need them, they stood so firm that sometimes she just sat in class in nothing but a t-shirt, driving the teachers crazy when her nipples started poking through.
Today they were going to learn about lace. When the students finally got to their seats and the class was about to start one girl raised her hand.
“Yes, Caroline?”
“Sir,” she blushed a little, “I just want you to know that us girls decided to wear lace for you today. So there.”
Everyone cheered. The teacher stood there, slightly embarrassed, thinking of what to say. He then knew what the girls were giggling for before the class had started. He could only come up with:
“Oh, is that so? That’s good to know. Very good.”
Somehow his voice sounded a little ominous.
The class went on and they learned about the origins of lace in Italy and the rest of Europe. What the initial wearers wore it for and what it is used for in today’s fashion. Naturally the teacher ended up discussing lingerie and started eyeing the girls in the class. He flipped to the next slide and showed a model wearing a lace bra and undies.
The class stirred. They hadn’t expected such material would be in the lecture. The boys in class couldn’t get enough of the picture displayed on the wall and the girls looked at each other from the corners of their eyes. They discussed the photo and the teacher moved on to the next one. A close-up this time of a model’s bra.
He then had an idea and stopped.
“Why look at photos that don’t do lace justice when in our midst, as Caroline so generously shared with us at the beginning of the class, we have students wearing lace right here and now?”
Everyone held their breath. The girls started blushing and realised their mistake.
“So would the girls please come up and stand in front of the class?”
“Sir? Are you sure?” some girls stammered.
“If the five of you are not all wearing lace underwear then you lied and I’ll have to take measures.”
Caroline seemed amused and curious about how far the teacher would dare to go with this. She looked at Andrea and winked. Then promptly she got up and walked to the front. Standing in front of the class facing her fellow classmates.
The others, spirits lifted by the audacity of Caroline, quickly followed and lined up next to each other.
“Alright,” the teacher said. “Let’s see if you we can learn anything from our girls. Please, if you could take off your shirts and skirts or trousers. Depending on what you are wearing I will choose one of you to stay in the front and the rest can go and sit back in your seats. Do not get dressed again, you will serve as examples for the students around you.”
The girls did as they were told and started unbuttoning their jeanses or pulling down the zippers of their skirts. Caroline dropped her skirt first and showed her long legs and lace g-string. She wore black pumps and black stay-ups. Carefully she stepped out of her skirt and started unbuttoning her shirt.
More clothes got dropped to the floor and one by one they showed their delicate black lingerie. The boys loved it. They had never hoped to see their fellow classmates like this. The lace does not cover much and they gazed at the girls’ breasts and nipples. Some more visible than other. One girl was wearing a very low cut lace bra showing much of her aureolas. She attracted a little more gazes from the boys.
Andrea stood there wearing a special set as well. She wore very sheer lace, showing off her large breasts. Her dark nipples clearly visible. The thong she was wearing was made of the same sheer material. Where other girls showed off a strip of hair through the thin fabric, Andrea had nothing to show. She was completely smooth. Surprisingly her undies featured four tiny buttons holding the two sides of her thong together. Between each button the fabric separated a little showing her perfectly smooth skin.
“I suggest we study Andrea’s lingerie some more. What do you say, class?”
Everyone unanimously agreed and the other girls returned to their seats. The boys in the class couldn’t believe what they were seeing. The class continued with the teacher discussing the way Andrea’s bra was cut and how lace was used in the back panels of the bra as well. He instructed Andrea to turn around and show her back.
She couldn’t believe she’d be showing her ass to all her classmates as she slowly started turning. She felt the gaze of everyone burning on her gentle skin. She could feel the teacher speak but it didn’t register, she was falling into some kind of haze. Then she felt the teacher’s fingers under her bra’s back panels as he kept talking about about the fabric.
His fingers soon sailed over her spine down to her thong’s waistband. His other hand, resting between her shoulders started pushing her down, bending her over onto the desk.
“Rest your elbows on the desk so we can better discuss your panties, Andrea,” she heard him command.
She did as she was told and bent over, her back stretched horizontal from her neck to her ass, pushing out her pussy slightly, pressing her lips against her delicate little undies. The fine buttons stretched out and the careful observer could see her soft skin exposed between them. The teacher, to everyone’s amazement, took both hands to her cheeks and spread them lightly.
“As you can see,” he said, “these panties are not for everyday wear. Girls, go sit on your desk and show your undies to the boys around you. You’ll see that although their undies will reveal most of our girls’ vaginas, they’re still completely covering.”
The girls got up and sat on their desk and leaned back, the boys near each of them gathered around and held the girls’ knees apart. Each of them looking with great interest at the thin fabric between their classmates’ legs.
“Has any of you ever felt the touch of lace before?” the teacher asked.
The boys shook their heads.
“OK, listen up then. I want everyone to get a feel of the lace covering Jessica, Caroline, Marie and Angela.”
The boys looked at the girls and wondered if they could. Every girl’s face lit up like fire, blushing like crazy. The first boy started going over Marie’s panties, starting from the landing strip she had left above her pussy, moving down over her lips, gently rubbing back and forth a couple of times.
Andrea looked back and saw the girls on their desks, covered in boys’ hands. Angela had her eyes closed and Jessica even had her head arched back. She seemingly enjoying it. Caroline on the other hand had looked every boy in the eyes before he touched her sheer lace-covered pussy. Jessica had her eyes open but gazed at the ceiling as if she was entranced. Classmate after classmate they had fingers exploring their undies, touching their delicate skin underneat.
The teacher continued, “Now that we’ve all had a good idea of what fully covering lace panties look and feel like it’s time to turn our attention to Andrea again. Andrea is wearing something different. Her undies do cover her vagina but they feature something extra too.
