Stepping into the corridor, Talulah quickly adjusted her tie and looked down, biting her lip at the wet patches on her blouse. Although her school blazer went some way to hiding the fact that she wasn’t wearing her bra, the opaque areas on the material defined the outline of her large breasts.

Glancing around, she hurried down the corridor, her footsteps covering the sound of the store cupboard door opening behind her.

‘Are you okay?’ Victoria looked over at Stephanie as they walked down the gothic hallway. When her friend didn’t reply, she nudged her.

‘Sorry?’ Stephanie said, coming out of her daze, the images of her friend and their teacher fading. She couldn’t deny that it had been arousing, but why was she anxious? It wasn't her that was doing anything wrong, apart from hiding in a store cupboard, and it was only Victoria who knew about that.

Despite her anxiety, Stephanie was sure that the memory of Mr. Chambers sliding inside Talulah, and her sucking his hard penis would be present when she was alone in her room, especially now that she had her vibrator.

‘I asked if you were okay,’ Victoria said.

‘Yes, I’m fine.’

‘You were picturing it, weren’t you?’ said the pretty brunette. ’Lulah and Mr. Chambers.’

‘No,’ Stephanie replied, but then shrugged. ‘Yes.’

‘Sexy, wasn’t it?’ Victoria said.

Stephanie nodded shyly.

The two sixth formers continued walking in silence, lost in their thoughts, Stephanie feeling disappointed that the most erotic thing that had happened to her was watching her friend have sex. Maybe if she was more like Talulah and Victoria, more confident. Or maybe if she had bigger boobs. She glanced down at her chest. Victoria’s were bigger than hers, but she hadn’t had sex. Perhaps it was just circumstance that led to something like that. That’s partly how it happened for Talulah. Was that how it would happen for her?

Suddenly Victoria grabbed her arm. ‘Shhh,’ she whispered.

Stephanie’s shoes skidded on the floor. ‘I wasn’t saying anything.’

They had reached a junction in the corridor, and Victoria eased herself forward, her head poking around the wall. Stephanie leant forward, looking past her friend’s shoulder. As she went to speak, strands of Victoria’s hair drifted into her mouth, and she blew them out, brushing at her face.

‘Shhh!’ Victoria hissed again. ‘You’re no Ninja, are you?’

Stephanie looked at her accusingly. ‘No, I’m not. What’s going on?’

’Lulah’s footsteps have stopped,’ Victoria replied.

Stephanie frowned. ‘You’ve been listening to ‘Lulah’s footsteps? You’re like a bat.’

‘I’m Batman,’ Victoria whispered in a low growl, turning to look at her friend as they both stifled giggles.

Peering back around the corner, they could see Talulah standing in the middle of the corridor, looking towards one of the classrooms.

‘What’s she doing?’ Stephanie whispered. ‘That’s Mr. Kingswood’s classroom.’

Talulah had spotted the open classroom door, quickening her pace in case one of the cleaners or a teacher was working late inside. As she reached the open door, she heard her name.

‘Talulah?’

She stopped, turning her head. Inside the classroom, a tall teacher in his 50s looked at her.

‘Why are you in the school building after classes have finished?’ Jeffry Kingswood asked, his annoyance at a pupil disobeying school rules obvious.

Mr. Kingswood was infamous for being a strict disciplinarian, his presence draining Talulah of her usual confidence. She could feel the wet of Dean Chambers’ cum cooling on her chest, and she knew that despite being outside of school hours, any uniform infraction would get her into trouble and bring about some awkward questions.

‘I’m sorry, Mr. Kingswood,’ she said uncertainly, trying to think of an acceptable reason for being in the building.

Her teacher fixed her with a fierce gaze, and she opened her mouth to speak again. But before the words came, both student and teacher heard footsteps hurrying down the corridor.

‘Talulah! There you are,’ Victoria said as she approached them, dragging Stephanie along beside her.

Surprise crossed Talulah’s pretty face as she saw her friends. Mr. Kingswood glared at the two girls, causing Stephanie’s cheeks to flush and making Victoria take a deep breath.

‘We went to the gymnasium to find you because we knew you were having a team talk with Miss Stokes,’ Victoria said in her best voice, flashing her hazel eyes at her friend in a ‘play along’ gesture. ‘Remember, we had planned to discuss our project?’

She quickly turned to their teacher. ‘Apologies, sir, Stephanie and I have been looking for Talulah at the gymnasium because...' Their teacher raised his hand, and Victoria stopped talking.

‘Yes, yes, thank you, Victoria,’ he said, exasperated at her teenage exuberance. He turned back to Talulah. ‘I understand your presence here,’ he said. ‘But that doesn’t excuse shoddy uniform etiquette. Your tie is loose, and your blouse and blazer are incorrectly buttoned. I suggest you re-button them immediately and...’

Realizing that doing as her teacher demanded would highlight Talulah’s lack of underwear, Stephanie summoned her courage and stepped forward.

‘Sir,’ she said quickly, her heart pounding in her ears. ‘I saw on the notice board that there is a nighttime nature walk coming up.’

Hearing his favourite subject, Mr. Kingswood looked at the blonde student. ‘Well, yes, Stephanie, I am organizing a nature walk. Do you have an interest in nature?’

Now that she had his attention, Stephanie stepped to one side, drawing his gaze away from Talulah. Seeing her opportunity, Talulah quickly opened her blazer and blouse, a movement which briefly exposed her bare breasts before stretching the damp material over them again, re-buttoning her uniform. Concern clouded her face as she looked up at Victoria, who grinned and quickly adjusted her tie, while squeezing her boob, stifling a giggle as her friend batted her hand away.

‘Yes sir, I’d be very interested,’ Stephanie gabbled as she glanced at Talulah buttoning her blazer. ‘Could you tell me what we are likely to see?’

Mr. Kingswood frowned in confusion at her enthusiasm. ‘Well,’ he said. ‘I expect we will see moths, bats...’

‘Ooh, scary,’ she said before she could stop herself.

Her teacher narrowed his eyes.

‘What I think Stephanie means,’ Victoria interjected, stepping next to her friend, ‘Is that some of the younger girls may be frightened by such things.’

‘Um, yes, sir. That's what I meant,’ Stephanie said. ‘But as we’re adults -.’ She felt Victoria nudge her arm, and she glanced at Talulah, who was now looking more presentable.

‘Anyway, sir,’ Victoria said. ‘We must be going. ‘Lulah and I have homework, and Stephanie has laundry to do.’ She pulled Stephanie’s sleeve and linked arms with Talulah.

Mr. Kingswood looked at Stephanie. ‘So can I expect to see you on the nature walk?

‘Oh yes, sir. Of course,’ Stephanie replied with more enthusiasm than she felt.

The three girls hurried down the corridor, leaving their teacher confused by the interaction. Once they were out of earshot of their teacher, Talulah stopped and looked at her friends.

‘What…? Why…?’ she stammered. ‘I don’t understand what just happened.’

Stephanie’s cheeks burned, and Victoria grinned. ‘We just thought you might need some help getting away from old Kingswood.’

‘But what are you doing in the building? Talulah asked. ‘I thought you had both left.’

Victoria and Stephanie looked at each other. ‘Well,’ Victoria began but then stopped.

Talulah looked at Stephanie, sadness on her face. ‘Did you tell -.’ But before she could finish, Victoria interrupted.

‘No, Stephy didn’t say anything.’ She paused. ‘Well, she did, but only because she had a Stephanie-style anxiety attack. But by that time I’d already seen you in the classroom.’

‘With -?’ Talulah said slowly

‘Mr. Chambers. Yes.’

‘But how did you see?’ Talulah asked. ‘We lowered the blind and locked the door.’

It was Victoria’s turn to feel her cheeks burn, and Stephanie felt tears well up.

Victoria opened her mouth to speak, but Stephanie suddenly threw up her hands. ‘Oh fuck it!’ she exclaimed. ‘Yes, we saw you and Mr. Chambers. We were in the store cupboard, and we watched you both. And now, Talulah, you’re going to hate me for doing that, and Victoria, you’re going to hate me because I’ve owned up.’ And then she burst into tears, putting her face in her hands, hair hanging down as her shoulders shook.

Talulah and Victoria looked at each other before Talulah’s face cracked into a smile and the two friends started laughing. Hearing them, Stephanie looked up, her eyes red, cheeks wet. ‘Why are you laughing?’

The other two wiped their eyes. ‘Because you two saw me with -.’ Talulah lowered her voice. ‘Mr. Chambers.’

‘And,’ Victoria continued, ‘you’ve gone on a huge tirade - again.’

Talulah and Victoria looked at each other. ‘And you said fuck!’ the two girls said in unison, bursting into laughter.

Stephanie looked at her friends. ‘So, ‘Lulah, you’re not angry or upset?’

Talulah shook her head, her laughter trailing off. ‘No, I’m not,’ she said. ‘I’m a little embarrassed, but -,’ She shrugged.

The relief was plain on Stephanie’s face, and she wiped the tears off her cheeks. ‘I didn’t tell Vic anything until she’d seen you, and then I just couldn’t stand the pressure anymore.’

Victoria nodded.

‘It’s okay,’ Talulah said, stepping forward to hug Stephanie, but she stepped back, her eyes wide.

‘What’s wrong?’ Talulah asked.

‘I’ve seen what’s on your blouse,’ Stephanie said, pulling a face.

Talulah looked down at the stains on her shirt and giggled.

A door slamming down the corridor made the girls jump.

‘Come on,’ Talulah said, looking towards the sound. ‘Let’s go before someone hears us. Steph, are you still planning on doing laundry?’

Stephanie nodded.

‘Okay, let’s continue this in the laundry room.’

The trio set off down the corridor.

By the time they reached the exit, the blue spring sky had changed to heavy grey clouds. As they walked towards their dormitory, the clouds broke, releasing big droplets that soaked the ground, making them run for the shelter of their building.

***

Ruffling her wet hair, Stephanie unlocked her door and walked in, going straight to her bathroom. She picked up her laundry bag and looked around her room for any other items of dirty clothing, pulling off her tie and dropping it on her bed.

As she walked back towards the door, she caught her reflection in her wardrobe mirror. She stopped, dropping the laundry bag. Opening her blazer, she looked at her breasts, turning sideways and pulling her wet school blouse tight, the damp material showing a hint of her bra and flat stomach. She frowned. They weren’t that small, about a handful, but they weren’t as big as ‘Lulah’s, so maybe there was a correlation. But at least they were a nice shape.

‘Not that anyone is likely to see them,’ she said to the room, shaking her head. Picking up her bag, she swung it over her shoulder, staggering under the weight, before heading for the door.

***

The laundry room was empty when the three friends arrived, but the warmth indicated that it had recently been used.

They each chose a machine, dropping their bags in front of them.

‘Why do you always have so much laundry?’ Victoria asked Stephanie, looking at her bag.

‘The question should be, why don’t you have much laundry?’ she retorted. ‘And I believe the answer to that question is because you don’t change your knickers every day like I do.’

Watching the two friends teasing each other, Talulah smiled.

‘That’s right,’ Victoria replied. ‘Why wash a perfectly good pair of knickers when you can turn them inside out and get another day out of them?’

‘Eewww!’ Talulah said, despite knowing that her friend was joking.

Victoria turned to look at her, stifling a smile. ‘Oh,’ she said slowly. ‘Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.’ She raised her dark eyebrows at her friend. ‘So, are we going to talk about you and our teacher?’

The reddening of Talulah’s cheeks was uncharacteristic.

‘So?’ Victoria said. Behind her, Stephanie was pushing clothes into her machine, pretending she couldn’t hear the conversation.

‘So, what?’ Talulah replied, trying to sound innocent.

‘We want to know what’s going on.’ Victoria crossed her arms, still fighting a smile.

Talulah shrugged. ‘Stephanie knows.’ She was desperate to talk to her friends, but she didn’t want to make it obvious.

Victoria turned to look at Stephanie.

The pretty blonde looked up. ‘Hmm?’ she said, forced innocence on her face.

‘Lulah was saying that you know about her and Mr. Chambers.’

‘Oh!’ Stephanie moaned, her head falling back in exasperation. ‘I only saw the same thing you did.’

‘But you also heard us in the changing rooms,’ Talulah said. ‘And you know about the cinema.’

Stephanie nodded.

Victoria huffed. ‘Why am I the last to know?’

Seeing her face drop, Talulah stepped forward, wrapping her arms around her friend and pulling her close. ‘I’m just teasing,’ she said. ‘I’ll tell you.’

When Talulah finished talking, Victoria’s face was still pressed into her neck.

‘I only found out by accident,’ Stephanie said. ‘And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to betray ‘Lulah. It was horrible keeping a secret.’ She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around her friend from behind.

‘It’s okay,’ Victoria said. ‘I understand that it was a difficult situation.’

The three friends hugged in the warmth of the laundry room.

‘Are you okay now?’ Talulah asked.

Victoria nodded. ‘I am,’ she said. ‘But I do feel like I’m surrounded by boobs.

‘Oh!’ Stephanie complained, stepping back, her hand swiping at her friend’s bottom. ‘That was a nice moment until you ruined it.’

Victoria giggled, turning and hugging her friend. She turned back to Talulah. ‘So are you going to carry on shagging Mr. Chambers?’

‘Shh!’ Talulah said, slapping her arm and turning to look out the door, pushing it closed.

She turned back to Victoria, who looked at her questioningly. Standing behind her, Stephanie looked nervous.

‘Of course I am,’ Talulah said. ‘It’s wonderful.’

‘Aren’t you worried about getting caught?’ Stephanie asked quietly.

Talulah shrugged. ‘A bit, I suppose. Mr Chambers gets quite stressy about it, but I find showing him my boobs helps him get over it.’

Victoria’s laugh came out as a snort, and Stephanie put her hand over her eyes.

Talulah looked between her two friends. ‘Shall I call him?’

‘And say what?’ Victoria asked.

‘I don’t know, but there is something I need to speak to him about.’

‘Is it about the homework?’ Stephanie asked. ‘Because I have some questions about that. I’m not sure about -.’ She stopped talking as her friends turned to look at her. ‘What? Oh right, you didn’t mean about homework.’ She shook her head, embarrassed. ‘It’s a sex thing. Right.’

Checking that no one was outside the door, Talulah pulled her phone from her bag.

‘Hello?’ Dean said quietly.

‘Hello, sir,’ Talulah said, putting the call on speaker and putting her finger to her lips.

‘Hi,’ Dean said. His voice, audible over the sounds of the washing machines, sounded nervous.

‘Are you alone, sir?’ Talulah asked.

In the corridor of his dorm building, Dean looked around, pulling his key from his pocket and opening his door. ‘I’m just going into my room.’

‘Oh, good, sir. I just wanted to call to say I had a nice time this afternoon.’

‘Well, I’m glad,’ Dean said, his voice sounding more relaxed now that he was out of earshot of his colleagues. ‘I did too.’

‘That’s good, sir,’ Talulah said, smiling. ‘I also wanted to ask you something.’

‘Okay.’

‘Are you going to give me back my underwear?’

Dean frowned.

‘Don’t you remember, sir? After the exam, when you and I had sex on your desk, and you kept my bra and knickers.’ She smiled as Stephanie put her hand to her mouth, her cheeks flushing.

‘Oh my gosh,’ Dean replied. ‘I totally forgot. They’re here in my room.’

Talulah giggled. ‘In your room, sir? You haven’t been masturbating over them, have you?’

Victoria stifled a laugh, and Stephanie felt her embarrassment rise at the image of their teacher pleasuring himself over her friend’s underwear.

‘No, I haven’t,’ Dean said, despite having been tempted before he’d hidden them in his bottom drawer.

‘Oh poo,’ Talulah said, pouting. ‘I hoped you’d been using them to stoke yourself. The knickers are nice and soft.’

She looked at Victoria, who, despite finding the conversation amusing, was also finding the whole thing almost as arousing as watching her friend and their teacher having sex.

‘I was tempted,’ Dean replied to Talulah’s surprise. A few feet away, Stephanie had had to pull over a chair and sit down.

‘I wish you had, sir. I mean, you still could, but it’s been a week, so I don’t suppose they smell of me anymore. And talking of that, sir, I have an apology to make.’

‘An apology?’ Dean said.

Talulah flashed her eyes at her two friends. ‘Yes, sir. When I was at your room on Saturday, I said I would wear the same knickers to your classroom today.’

On the other end of the call, Dean nodded to himself as he recalled the conversation.

Talulah continued. ‘But I had netball practice today, so I wouldn’t have been able to wear the lacy ones without Miss Stokes seeing.’

Dean smiled. He knew that his student wasn’t really apologizing, just trying to tease him, as she liked to do. ‘Well, I was very disappointed,’ he said.

Talulah pouted her plump lips. ‘I’m sorry, sir. How can I make it up to you?’

‘I’ll have to think about that,’ Dean replied.

‘Will it involve detention in your classroom, sir? We have a lesson with you tomorrow morning. Perhaps we could discuss it after that.’ She looked at Victoria.

‘You slut,’ she whispered, stifling a giggle, causing Talulah to smile.

Behind Victoria, Stephanie’s heart raced.

‘I don’t know if being in my classroom is a good idea,’ Dean said. ‘There’s too much of a risk that someone will see us.’

Hearing his concern, Victoria nodded, turning to look at Stephanie, who put her face in her hands.

Dean shook his head. He wanted nothing more than to see his beautiful student again, but he knew they were pushing their luck. Then an idea came to him. ‘The refurbishment of the school’s swimming pool and gym has finished,’ he said. ‘They’re not officially open yet, but the teachers have been told we can use it. And as I’m the only teacher who swims regularly, I have the key.’

‘That sounds perfect, sir. Tomorrow after morning lessons?’

‘Yes,’ Dean replied. ‘You’ll probably be there first, so I’ll sneak down early and unlock the door and meet you inside.’

‘Wonderful, sir. I can’t wait.’

Talulah ended the call and looked at her friends.

‘Are you going to shag him in the swimming pool?’ Victoria asked with a look of excitement.

‘I don’t know,’ Talulah said. ‘I’m not sure how it would work in a pool.’

‘Well, you managed it on my desk,’ Stephanie said quietly. ‘So why not the pool?’

Victoria turned, and Talulah walked over to her friend. ‘Are you not okay with me doing this?’ she asked softly, touching her arm.

Stephanie sighed. ‘No, I am,’ she said sadly. ‘I just - I just wish I had the nerve to do something like this. I’m always so scared to do anything. I mean, I’d never walk around the school with no bra and knickers on.’

Victoria stepped closer to her and touched her shoulder. ‘Stephy,’ she said quietly. ‘Everyone’s different. You’re sensible and clever, you’re funny and beautiful, and just because you’re not a slut like ‘Lulah -.’

‘Hey!’ Talulah said, slapping her friend’s bottom, laughing.

‘I’m joking about that,’ Victoria said. ‘But I meant what I said about you, Stephy. Just be you.’

Stephanie looked up at her friends and smiled. ‘Thank you.’

‘Okay,’ Victoria said. ‘Are we going to stay here and wait for our laundry, or shall we go for hot chocolate?’

The suggestion widened Stephanie’s smile.

‘Definitely hot chocolate,’ Talulah said. ‘But first, do you have a bikini I could borrow for tomorrow?’

Stephanie shrugged, shaking her head. ‘They’re not regulation, so I don’t have one.’

‘I do,’ Victoria said. ‘I have lots. But I’m not sure they’ll fit you.’

‘Why?’ Talulah asked. ‘Our bums are about the same size.’

‘It’s not our bums I’m talking about,’ Victoria said. ‘I don’t know if your boobs will fit in it.’

‘Well, if I’m lucky, I won’t have it on long enough for it to matter.’

‘Okay,’ Victoria said. ‘You can borrow one, but don’t actually shag him while you’re wearing it.’ Then she thought for a moment. ‘Actually, I don’t mind you shagging in it, just don’t keep it on after. I don’t want any,’ she paused, ‘fluids in it.’

The two friends laughed, and Stephanie pulled a face. ‘You’re disgusting. And why don’t you just let ‘Lulah keep it if you have lots.’

‘You see?’ Victoria said. ‘I told you you were clever.’

The two brunettes turned to leave, and Stephanie went to follow, but stopped as they left the room. Pushing the door closed, she slipped off her blazer and reached under her blouse, unhooking her bra. She tried to pull her arm inside her shirt, but realised it was too tight. She twisted her mouth in thought and quickly undid the buttons, pulling one arm inside, sliding her bra strap down and off, repeating the movement with the other arm, before slipping her arms back into the sleeves. For a moment she stood in the warm room, her school blouse open, catching on her nipples, just covering her breasts. Then, with a deep breath, she twisted her shoulders, letting her blouse fall open, exposing herself to the empty room. She stood there for a moment, her heart pounding. Then, quickly reaching under her skirt, she pulled her underwear down, stepping out of them.

Buttoning her blouse, she looked down at the outline of her breasts, the pink of her nipples visible through the thin material, before grabbing her blazer from the top of the washing machine. Pulling it on and buttoning it, she stuffed her underwear in the pockets and headed out the door after her friends.

***

When she awoke the next morning, Stephanie knew something was different. Lifting the covers confirmed that, instead of wearing her usual pyjamas, she was naked.

The conversation over hot chocolate in the refectory the previous afternoon had drifted away from Talulah and Mr. Chambers, but Stephanie had found that her friend and their teacher still dominated her thoughts - Mr. Chambers’ hard penis sliding inside Talulah as she lay on her desk, hearing her pants and gasps as she climaxed. And the sight of his cum pumping out over her, and his low groan as he orgasmed, drifted around her mind.

Of course, it hadn’t helped that she had been sitting on their usual couch wearing no bra and knickers, something which felt unusual but only added to her arousal.

By the time she got back to her room with her clean laundry, her head was swimming. Dropping her laundry bag on the floor, she had stripped off her uniform, put away her clean clothes, naked, before flopping onto her bed.

Outside, the rain had returned, and she had listened to it against her window, wishing she could go outside in it. She’d imagined being at home, having the house to herself, walking naked out into their large secluded garden and the private woods beyond, letting the rain fall on her fair skin, the large droplets soaking her, making her nipples stiffen.

Stephanie had blinked out of her daydream, standing up and padding into her bathroom. She’d stepped under the shower even before the water had warmed, letting out a squeal as goosebumps covered her flesh, the water soaking her hair, already tousled by the earlier rain.

Her orgasm in the shower had been fast and intense, a release of the pent-up sexual energy from the afternoon.

But as she’d dried herself, images of Mr. Chambers’ hard-on filled her thoughts, and she’d realised that her arousal still hadn’t dissipated. She’d touched herself, feeling how wet she still was, her eyes fluttering, the memory of her teacher’s erection leading her to retrieve her vibrator from her drawer.

Her second orgasm had been lying across her bed, opposite her wardrobe door mirrors. With her head propped up on her pillows, she’d watched her reflection as the hard shaft slipped between her pink lips, circling her clitoris with her fingers, until she’d gasped and panted through her climax.

Once her breathing had returned to normal, and she’d reassured herself that she hadn’t been loud enough for Victoria to hear next door, Stephanie had let her mind wander back to the afternoon. And, after convincing herself that three times wasn’t too much, she had wrapped an old t-shirt around the base of her vibrator before trapping it between the slats of her headboard.

The sensation of being on all fours with the vibrator sending waves of pleasure through her had been a new and entirely delightful experience, and she’d orgasmed again before falling toward her face in her strewn pillows as she panted.

She now lay in the half light of the early morning, thinking back to the previous evening, twisting her hair. She couldn’t remember removing her vibrator from the headboard, or getting into bed. Should she have done it so many times? Was three a lot? But who was she hurting? And it had come on the back of an exceptional day.

Suddenly the alarm on her smart speaker filled the room, startling her. She silenced it before slipping out of bed, looking at herself in the mirror, sighing at her shock of blonde hair that hung in thick waves, out of control because she’d gone to bed with it still wet. Turning sideways, she studied her breasts again, pushing her shoulders back and cupping them with her hands. She wrinkled her nose.

The knock at her door made her jump, and she pulled her dressing gown from the back of her bathroom door. ‘Who is it?’

‘It’s me,’ Victoria called from the hallway.

Stephanie was still tying her belt as she answered the door.

‘Ooh, sexy hair,’ Victoria said as she stepped into the room.

‘Thanks,’ Stephanie said, running her fingers through her waves. ‘Why are you up and dressed so early?’

Victoria shrugged. ‘I think I just slept really well.’ She fixed her with a gaze. ‘How did you sleep?’

‘Fine,’ Stephanie said, looking at her friend.

‘I’m sure you did.’ A smile creased the corners of Victoria’s mouth.

‘What?’ Stephanie asked.

‘I was just wondering if you spent the evening with your “friend.” She held up her fingers in quotation marks.

Stephanie’s cheeks tinged pink. ‘No, I just went to bed.’

‘Oh, really?’ Victoria said, smiling.

‘Yes. Why?’

‘Because I thought I could hear some suspicious sounds last night .’ Then she pointed at the floor by the bed. ‘And I see your friend is still here. Is he going to buy you breakfast?’

Stephanie spun around, seeing her vibrator partially covered by her duvet.

‘Oh, no!’ she said, snatching it up off the floor, stuffing it back into her top drawer.  Behind her, Victoria giggled. ‘Why are you embarrassed?’

Stephanie shrugged. ‘I get embarrassed about everything.’

‘Don’t be,’ Victoria said, pulling out the chair at Stephanie’s desk and sitting down. ‘I did the same thing. I’m surprised you didn’t hear me.’

***

The rain of the previous evening had given way to more spring sunshine, and the three friends walked slowly across the school grounds towards the main building.

After not drying her hair before going to bed, Stephanie had been forced to tie it back into a thick ponytail that she fiddled with as they walked. Victoria and Talulah chatted, but their voices weren’t registering with Stephanie, lost in her thoughts. ‘Do I look funny when I walk?’ she asked.

‘What?’ Victoria replied.

‘Do I have a funny walk?’ She skipped forward to get in front of her friends.

‘Yes,’ Victoria said, watching in amusement.

‘No, not now,’ Stephanie replied. ‘I haven’t started yet.’ She began to walk a few feet ahead. ‘Okay, now.’

Victoria and Talulah exchanged glances.

‘Well?’

‘No, you don’t walk funny,’ Victoria said. ‘Does she?’ She nudged Talulah.

‘No, she doesn’t walk funny,’ she concurred. ‘She does have a cute bum though.’

Stephanie rolled her eyes.

‘You’re right,’ Victoria said in surprise. ‘It’s small and tight.’

Stephanie shook her head, falling back in step with the other two.

‘No,’ Victoria said, pushing her forward. ‘Walk in front again. I need to see it.’

‘No!’ Stephanie replied, resisting. ‘Why do you want to look at my bum?’

‘Just go,’ Victoria said, pushing her again.

Reluctantly, Stephanie walked ahead of them.

‘See?,’ Talulah said. ‘Sexy, isn’t it?’

‘Hmm,’ Victoria acknowledged. ‘It just needs a little something.’

‘I know what you mean. I think a thong would finish it off nicely.’

Stephanie’s head spun to look at her friends. ‘I’ve never worn a thong in my life. I feel like they would be uncomfortable.’

‘They’re not,’ Victoria replied.

‘Are you wearing one now?’ Stephanie asked.

‘No, just normal knickers.’ She lifted her skirt, revealing her underwear.

‘They’re lacy,’ Stephanie said. ‘We’re not supposed to wear lacy ones. Even sixth formers.’

‘I know,’ Victoria replied. ‘But there’s no gym today, so no one will know. You should try a thong; it’ll make your bum look great. I have some you could try.’

Stephanie crinkled her small nose. ‘I don’t know how I feel about wearing your knickers.’

Victoria laughed. ‘Not the actual ones I wear. I have loads that are still in the packaging.’

‘Oh,’ Stephanie said, thinking. ‘I suppose that might be okay.’

‘Okay, come to my room later, and I’ll give them to you.’ Then, as an afterthought, Victoria shoved Stephanie’s arm. ‘Hey, you cheeky cow, why wouldn’t you wear my knickers? They’re clean.’

***

Despite being early, the classroom was already busy, and Dean Chambers sat at his desk, allowing his students to chatter before the lesson started.

He looked up as the three friends entered, and the surreptitious glance between him and Talulah would have gone unnoticed by Stephanie if she hadn’t known the truth about them.

As she approached her seat, she took a pack of wet wipes from her bag, peeled one out, and wiped her desk.

‘What are you doing?’ Victoria asked from behind her.

‘’Lulah’s bum was on my desk yesterday,’ she whispered, wiping in swirls.

Beside her, Talulah laughed, shoving her friend. ‘I’ll have you know that my bum cheeks are very clean,’ she said, but then she leaned closer to her friends, whispering. ‘Although, my puss was very wet, so there might be some residue on there.’

Victoria’s burst of laugher brought looks from their classmates and their teacher. Dean Chambers stood up from his chair, looking at his watch.

‘Alright, ladies,’ he called. ‘We’re a little early, but I think we’ll get started. Please take your seats.’ He watched as his students moved around the classroom to their desks, glancing at Talulah, who flashed him a quick smile.

***

‘Good afternoon, Mr. Davis.’ The voice caused John Davis to look up from the piece of paper he was reading as he headed towards the school building. If he thought of Talulah as anything other than just one of the sixth form students, he didn’t show it.

‘Good afternoon, Talulah,’ he replied. ‘Lessons finished already?’

‘Yes, sir. I have a free period this afternoon, so I thought I would pop down to the sports field and do some exercise.’

He nodded. ‘Miss Stokes not keeping you ladies busy enough with netball?’

‘Oh, of course, sir. But I do enjoy a good workout.’

Mr. Davis nodded. ‘Well, enjoy,’ he said with a smile.

‘I’m sure I will, sir.’ Talulah smiled as she continued away from the school.

As she neared the building which housed the swimming pool and new gymnasium, she glanced over her shoulder before quickly diverting, pushing the door, relieved when it opened.

‘Afternoon, Dean. Heading for a swim?’ John Davis said as he pushed open the large wooden door to the main school building, eyeing Dean Chambers’ small swim bag slung over his shoulder. He was fifteen years Dean’s senior and had the paunch of a man who was no longer interested in his looks.

‘I am,’ Dean replied as he drew closer, taking the door from his colleague. ‘I’ve missed the pool and gym during the refurbishment.’

‘Not my thing, I’m afraid,’ John said. ‘I understand that it’s faculty only for the moment. ’

Dean nodded. ‘That’s right.’

‘I think you’re the only one with a key,’ John called over his shoulder, ‘so at least it’ll be quiet.’

In the changing room, Talulah quickly unbuttoned her school blouse and removed her bra. Unzipping her skirt, dropping it to the floor, she pushed her belongings into a locker before removing her knickers and dropping them on the bench. She took Victoria’s bikini from her bag and slipped into the bottoms before putting on the top that was at least one cup size too small, having to take a deep breath as she reached behind to fasten the clasp. Turning, she looked in one of the new full-length mirrors, fluffing up her hair and trying to adjust her breasts in the bikini top. But however she moved the material, she could see a hint of her areolae, a sight which excited her, making her think that Victoria probably wouldn’t want her bikini back.

She turned around, checking her bum in the red flowery bottoms, adjusting the ties at the sides before turning towards the door that led out to the pool.

In the low light, the water looked perfectly still, and Talulah found the expanse in front of her a little unnerving, as if something could break the surface at any moment. Walking to the edge, she paused. She had planned to dive in, but seeing the silent water changed her mind, and she slowly made her way down the ladder.

The water was cold on her feet as she entered the pool, and when it reached her bottom, she gasped. She continued down the ladder until the water reached her shoulders and, taking a deep breath, she plunged beneath the surface, reaching the middle of the pool in a few strong strokes.

The changing room still had a faint smell of paint from the refurbishment, and Dean’s heart raced as he changed into his shorts, feeling his usual mixture of arousal and anxiety when he knew Talulah was around. Putting his bag and clothes into one of the new lockers, he walked out onto the edge of the pool. At first he couldn’t see his student, but then her head appeared in the middle of the pool.

Talulah pushed her hair back from her face, treading water, before starting to swim a slow breaststroke towards her teacher. Reaching the ladder, she ascended the rungs until her shoulders were out of the water. Dean walked over, looking down at her.

She could see the hint of a bulge in her teacher’s shorts, and she looked up at him, expectantly.

Dean glanced around the empty pool and quickly pulled his shorts down just enough to expose his semi-erect penis. Without letting go of the ladder, Talulah leaned forward, taking him in her mouth, using her lips to expose his tip. Dean gasped, and Talulah let out a moan as she felt him grow and stiffen in her mouth.

Dean watched as she slid her lips down his shaft, swirling her tongue around the head. She let go of the ladder with one hand, her fingers finding his balls, tickling and caressing.

‘Fuck, Talulah,’ Dean groaned, his hands gripping the curved ladder rails.

She looked up at him, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing before releasing him. Dean’s erection sprang up in front of her. ‘Goodness, sir,’ she said, innocence across her face. ‘Is that for me?’

‘Yes, it is,’ Dean replied.

She smiled. ‘Would you like to make love to me now?’

Dean nodded, his eyes roaming her breasts, squeezed into Victoria’s bikini, her nipples, stiff from the cold water, pressing against the material.

‘Are you going to join me in here?’ she asked. ‘It’s a bit chilly, but it’s nice once you get used to it.’

Talulah floated backward away from the ladder as Dean dropped his shorts, stepped out of them, and onto the top rung, facing the pool. Descending the ladder, he gasped as the cold water reached his balls.

Talulah giggled. ‘That’s what I did when my bum went in.’

As he slowly submerged in the water, Talulah floated back to him, putting her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. Pressing her breasts against his chest, she pushed her lips to his. She moaned as Dean’s tongue slipped into her mouth, feeling his hard-on pressing against her flat stomach.

‘How are we going to do this, sir?’ she asked. ‘Obviously, I’ve never had sex in a swimming pool. Have you?’ She paused. ‘Actually, don’t answer that.’ She kissed him deeply.

As he balanced himself on the bottom rung, Talulah gripped the handrails, and Dean held her bottom, lifting her until his erection was free of their bodies. Pulling her bikini bottoms to one side, his other hand maneuvered his penis until he could feel the warmth of her vagina. Talulah sighed as she felt him at her lips, relaxing her legs until she let herself lower onto him, opening for his hardness, slowly engulfing him.

‘Fuck,’ Dean breathed as he entered her, digging his fingers into her bottom as she bit his lower lip.

Talulah’s bright blue eyes held Dean’s as she reached for her bikini top, carefully pulling the cups down, exposing first one breast then the other. Dean lifted her higher so that he could kiss and suck her nipples. She reached under the water, tugging at the ties of the bikini bottoms, pulling them off and throwing them onto the side of the pool.

Talulah could feel her teacher filling her, and she moaned. Holding him tighter, she rolled her hips in time with him, lifting and lowering her. When the movement wasn’t enough, she tried to move faster, but only succeeded in causing Dean to lose his balance on the rung, and they both toppled into the deep water.

Teacher and student emerged coughing, looking at each other and laughing. Talulah’s mane of dark hair stuck to her face and shoulders, and Dean watched his beautiful student treading water, her breasts buoyant just below the surface.

She swam towards him. ‘It seems that making love in a swimming pool isn’t as easy or romantic as the films would lead us to believe,’ she said primly.

‘No, I think you’re right,’ Dean replied, pulling her close, kissing her plump lips.

‘But at least I think it answers my question about whether you’ve had sex in a pool before,’ she said, kissing him gently, her hand sliding down to find his erection. She held his gaze. ‘Had you ever thought about having sex with any of your sixth form girls before?’

Dean shook his head.

‘Really, sir?’ She pouted. ‘Not even me?’

‘No,’ he answered. ‘I’d always stopped myself from thinking that way, but I’d definitely noticed you. And when you ran up to me in the corridor to tell me Miss Stokes had hurt her ankle, your boobs bouncing and your hair all over the place, it was difficult not to look.’

Talulah smiled. ‘And then you watched me cum in the changing rooms before I gave you a handjob. And you came all over my boobs.’

Dean nodded, his hard-on flexing in her hand.

Talulah shivered, goosebumps coating her shoulders.

‘Are you cold?’

‘A little, sir,’ she replied. ‘But being naked in a public place is so sexy. Like when I took out my boob and flashed my vagina at you on the bus.’

‘You’re so fucking sexy,’ Dean breathed, pulling his student in for a long kiss, and she shivered again. ‘Come on, let’s get in the changing room.’ He turned, taking her hand and swimming to the ladder.

As he placed his foot on the top rung, Dean felt a sharp pain in his buttock and he turned his head to see Talulah biting him, looking up, smiling mischievously.

‘You have a nice bum, sir. I just had to bite it.’

Dean laughed, pulling himself out of the pool, aware that his erection was swaying as he moved.

He turned to watch Talulah as she gripped the ladder. Emerging gracefully from the water, she stood in front of her teacher, her bikini top still bunched up beneath her large breasts, her hair pushed back from her face, dripping down her back.

‘I take it that isn’t your bikini,’ he said, making no effort to hide that he was looking at her breasts.

The pretty student smiled. ‘No, sir, it belongs to Victoria.’

Dean looked at her. ‘What did you tell her when you asked to borrow it?’

‘That I was going swimming.’

‘Didn’t she think it strange that you were going alone?’

‘I don’t know, sir. She didn’t say.’

Dean opened his mouth to speak again, but Talulah interrupted him. ‘Sir, are you going to keep asking me questions, or are you going to touch me again?’

Dean smiled. He reached out and pulled her gently to him, kissing her mouth. Talulah sighed as their lips touched, and she slid her tongue into his mouth. Her hands moved to his bottom, her fingernails digging in, pulling him against her.

‘I don’t think we should stay out here,’ Dean said as their lips parted. ‘In case somebody comes.’

‘I thought that was the idea,’ Talulah said, flashing her blue eyes, her cheeky smile creasing her mouth.

Dean laughed, taking her hand, leading her towards the male changing rooms.

‘No, this one,’ Talulah said, pulling him to the female side.

As soon as they entered, Dean turned, pushing Talulah against the lockers. She giggled before her teacher again covered her lips with his, his hands cupping her breasts.

‘I know we were only together yesterday, sir,’ Talulah said between kisses. ‘But I couldn’t wait to see you.’

Dean groaned as she held his hard shaft, stroking him. His mouth moved to her breasts, and Talulah’s head rested back against the locker as his lips encircled her nipples, warming her delicate skin.

Pulling her close, Dean stepped back, sitting on the end of the bench, and Talulah straddled her teacher’s legs, holding his hard-on, guiding him toward her. Dean’s mouth moved between both her breasts, his hands massaging her buttocks, pulling them apart as he felt her smooth lips at the tip of his penis. Talulah kissed him as she sank lower, gasping as she opened around him, moaning louder as she felt her teacher’s erection fill her again.

‘Sir,’ Talulah said as she slowly lowered herself onto him. ‘Do you know what these are?’

Dean looked up at her, unaware that she had picked something up from the bench. ‘No.’

‘These are my knickers,’ Talulah said. ‘Can I tell you a secret?’

Dean nodded.

‘They’re the knickers I’ve been wearing today.’ Sitting down on him fully, Talulah held the small cotton panties in front of his face. ‘And I also wore them to bed last night.’

She trailed the soft material up his cheek and over his forehead as she started to rock herself on his hard shaft. ‘And this is the best part,’ she continued. ‘When I was wearing them in bed, I masturbated.’

She looked down at her teacher, trailing her knickers over his face. ‘I lay in bed, and I put my hand inside my knickers and played with myself. I stroked my clitoris and put my fingers inside my wet pussy.’ She placed the knickers over his nose. ‘And when I came I panted and cried out.’

Dean could smell the familiar scent of Talulah on the material, and he reached for her breasts, thrusting up to meet her as she lowered herself onto him again. Talulah gasped as he pushed deeper into her. Dean was scissoring her nipples with his fingers, her wet hair sending goosebumps across her skin.

‘Sir.’

Dean looked up at her.

‘Would you like to watch me play with myself while I ride you? Or is that too naughty?’

‘You are naughty,’ Dean replied between kisses.

‘Am I, sir?’ Talulah replied. She pouted. ‘I’m not ever so naughty, am I?’

‘I think you are,’ Dean said. ‘But I like it.’

She smiled, kissing him again, her hand slipping between their bodies until her fingers found her clitoris.

‘Watch me, sir,’ she purred. ‘Like you did on the bus.’ She followed his gaze as he looked down, watching her slim fingers as they made circles over her clit.

Talulah moaned and closed her eyes, her fingers drawing lines of pleasure across her clitoris, rolling her hips while her teacher teased and sucked on her breasts, his erection hard inside her.

‘Are you going to cum, sir?’ Talulah whispered, her hand reaching for his shoulder to help speed her movements on him.

Dean shook his head, his teeth grazing her nipple.

‘I am, sir. I can feel it.’

Dean watched as her fingers kept up a steady rhythm, her hips rolling on him. Dean’s fingers increased their pressure on her nipples, and Talulah let out a loud moan.

‘Yes,’ she called as her body convulsed with each wave of her orgasm.

As the sensations subsided, Talulah removed her fingers from her clitoris. Slipping them gently between her teacher’s lips, she let him taste her before putting her arms around his neck and pulling him in to kiss her,

‘Did you cum too?’ she asked, her hips still moving on him.

Dean shook his head.

‘Good,’ she breathed as she kissed him again. ‘I don’t want to stop yet.’

‘I don’t either,’ Dean said. ‘But I want to try something.’

Talulah slowed her movements, looking at him, a mixture of excitement and apprehension on her pretty face.

‘Why do you look worried?’ Dean asked.

‘Do I? I don’t know. I’m excited too.’

‘Good. Follow me.’

Talulah stood up, easing herself off her teacher, watching him stand. He took her hand, leading her through the changing rooms. She was used to walking around her room naked and even the gym changing rooms after netball, but walking with her teacher, her large breasts bouncing with each step, felt as exciting as standing naked in her corridor did a few nights ago.

‘Where are we going?’

Dean didn’t answer, reaching the door at the end of the changing room, pushing it open.

The gym was dark when they entered, but a moment later the automatic energy-saving lights came on, illuminating the equipment and the mirrors that covered every wall.

Talulah felt her heart race as she saw herself, naked, with her teacher, his penis hard and flexing.

‘Ooh, sir,’ Talulah gushed. ‘Are we going to watch ourselves?’

Turning to face her, Dean smiled. ‘Is that a problem?’

‘No, sir,’ Talulah replied. ‘I think it’s awfully sexy.’ She reached down, taking his penis in her hand, stroking him. ‘Where do you want me?’

‘Sit down on the mat, facing the mirror.’

‘Well, you are my teacher,’ Talulah said, ‘so I’d better do as you say.’ She stepped forward, lowering to the floor, feet flat, knees raised.

Dean sat down behind her, his legs either side of her hips, reaching around to open her long legs. For a moment Talulah’s confidence stalled as she realized how on display she would be. But then she relaxed, allowing her knees to open, moving her feet apart, exposing herself to the mirrors.

Behind her, Dean cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, one hand sliding down over her stomach, his first and third fingers opening his student’s soft lips.

Talulah’s breathing intensified as she watched him open her, his face beside hers, intently watching their reflections. She let out a moan as her teacher’s middle finger slipped inside her. She sometimes watched herself masturbate in her wardrobe mirror, but this was new, intense, and as his palm made contact with her clitoris, still aroused from her earlier orgasm, she reached up, her hands on the back of his head, pushing her breasts forward.

The gymnasium was silent except for Talulah’s pants and moans as her teacher teased her nipples in turn while his finger delved into her wet cleft, before sliding out, stimulating her clitoris. Talulah watched her reflection, fascinated at how her expression differed from when she was touching herself; the intensity of the sensation increased by being at her teacher’s command.

She knew she could cum again; she would regularly make herself orgasm more than once. But that was in her room. Being in such a large space, feeling so exposed, both excited and scared her. She could feel her heart pounding as she stared intently at herself.

Dean Chambers’ finger was making small circles on her clitoris, and she could feel the waves of pleasure starting to build as a drop of moisture escaped and trickled down between her buttocks to leave a shiny spot on the mat. Her legs were starting to tremble, and she gripped her teacher tighter, her breath coming in short gasps, and as she came, she tilted her head back, her mouth close to his ear, her breathing fast and hard.

Dean could feel the muscles in Talulah’s back tense against his erection as she orgasmed, her body shaking until her knees snapped shut, trapping his hand between her thighs.

Talulah was still breathing hard when she turned to kiss him, and then he was turning her, laying her on her back, her body perpendicular to the mirrors. She looked up at him, instinctively opening her long legs as he knelt between them.

Her soft, pink lips were shiny with excitement, and he held his erection at the base, guiding the tip to touch them. Talulah’s legs lifted around his buttocks and Dean dropped forward, his hands beside her shoulders. She gasped as he sucked her nipple, slipping inside her, and she squeezed with her legs, pulling him deeper.

Dean groaned as he felt her lips open, watching the eighteen-year-old’s face as she felt him slide inside.

Their lips met, and Talulah wrapped her arms around her teacher, gasping as he thrust into her.

‘Are you okay?’ Dean whispered.

Talulah opened her eyes, looking up at him. ‘Yes, sir. It feels wonderful. You feel amazing inside me. Is it good for you?’

‘You feel amazing,’ Dean replied. ‘And you look beautiful.’

‘How do we look?’ Talulah asked, turning her head towards the mirrors.

Dean followed her gaze, watching as he thrust into her, her breasts moving in time.

‘That looks so sexy, doesn’t it?’ Talulah said, pinching a nipple as she watched their reflection.

‘It really does,’ Dean replied. ‘Talulah, I’m not going to last long.’

Her eyes flashed. ‘Good, sir. I want to feel so good for you that you can’t hold back.’

‘Fuck,’ Dean said. ‘That was such a sexy thing to say.’

‘Do it, sir. Cum inside me.’

Dean gasped as he thrust into her, lost in her face and the sight of her breasts shaking in time with him. She let her arms fall to the floor above her head as she let herself be taken by her teacher.

‘Yes, sir,’ she breathed. ‘Fuck me. Cum inside me.’

Hearing her words, in her cultured accent started to pull Dean towards the edge, and he gasped.

‘Yes, sir, cum for me.’

Dean gasped again.

‘Yes, say my name when you cum.’

‘Fuck!’ Dean groaned. ‘Talulah.’

Feeling her teacher’s body tense up, Talulah gripped him with her legs, feeling him as he came, filling her as he kept thrusting.

The gymnasium fell quiet, the only sound the breathing of student and teacher as they lay entwined, him still hard inside her.

‘That was wonderful, sir,’ Talulah said, feeling his breath on her neck.

‘It was,’ Dean replied, his voice muffled, taking in the scent of her skin, a mixture of her shower gel and the chlorine of the swimming pool.

Gently sliding out of her, Dean rolled onto his side, pulling her close, and Talulah snuggled into him, draping one shapely leg over his, her breasts pressing into his side.

Two powerful orgasms had taken their toll on her, and she could feel herself relaxing.

‘When can we meet again?’ she asked sleepily.

‘As soon as possible,’ Dean replied.

‘Good,’ she whispered into his neck. ‘I  don’t want to leave.’

‘Neither do I,’ he replied. ‘But at least you have a free afternoon. I have work to do.’

‘Mmmm,’ she purred. ‘I could go back to my room and re-live this with my fingers and the handle of my hairbrush taking the part of Mr. Chambers.’

Dean looked down at her. ‘Do you do that? With your hairbrush?.’

She smiled mischievously. ‘Sometimes. If just my fingers aren’t quite doing it for me. I also rub myself on my pillow. But you’ve watched me do that on camera.’

Dean nodded at the memory.

‘Sir, I think I might need to move,’ she said suddenly.

‘Why? What’s wrong?’ he asked, concerned.

‘Nothing, but I think I’m starting to leak.’

‘Well,’ Dean replied. ‘All students are expected to clean the equipment after use.’

Talulah’s head shot up, her mouth open in a gasp, her blue eyes flashing at him. ‘It’s your cum!’ she exclaimed. ‘If anyone should be cleaning up, it should be you.’ Then, as an afterthought. ‘And you should be taking me into the shower and cleaning me up too.’ She poked him in the ribs with a slim finger, and suddenly he was rolling her onto her back, following her, kissing her neck, making her giggle.

‘Sir,’ she squealed. ‘We’re getting your cum on the mat!’

The room fell silent as they kissed, but Dean knew it was time they should start to leave.

‘Come on,’ he said sadly. ‘We should go.’

Talulah sat up, stretching, pushing her shoulders back and her breasts out, aware that her teacher was watching her.

‘Do you think we could take a shower?’ she said. ‘I should really wash the chlorine from my hair, and you could wash my back for me. And my front.’

‘I would love to shower with you,’ Dean replied. ‘But I think we might be pushing our luck. You’re not even supposed to be in here yet, and I have a staff meeting in half an hour.’

Talulah giggled. ‘Oh, that’s right, sir. It’s supposed to be faculty only. I’ll have to sneak out and shower in my room.’ She smiled at him. ‘But I’ll be thinking about you when I do.’

She stood up, and Dean watched her body as she moved. She turned to look at him. ‘Shall I bring my clothes into the men’s changing room and get dressed there?’

‘That would be nice,’ Dean replied as he stood up.

Running her fingers through her hair, Talulah padded across the gym back to the changing rooms, her teacher behind her, watching her tight bottom as she walked.

Talulah pulled her clothes and bag from the locker and hurried out the door.

‘Ooh, I’ve never been in the men’s changing rooms,’ she said, looking around, still naked,

Dean laughed. ‘It’s not very exciting, I’m afraid.’

‘It feels a bit naughty though,’ she replied, watching her teacher as he pulled his boxer shorts from his bag. She tilted her head.

‘What?’ Dean asked, pausing.

‘Nothing, sir,’ Talulah said. ‘I just don’t usually see your penis when it’s not hard.’

Dean’s forehead wrinkled, and Talulah giggled.

‘It still looks nice though, sir. And it’s still quite -,’ she paused. ‘Thick.’

Dean looked down. ‘Well, I do have a beautiful eighteen-year-old student naked in front of me, so….’

The compliment made Talulah smile. ‘I wish I could touch it again,’ she said.

‘So do I, but we really need to get out of here before someone realises we’re both missing.’

‘I suppose you’re right,’ she pouted, turning and picking up her bra.

‘No,’ Dean said. ‘Knickers first.’

Talulah looked at him, confused and then laughed. ‘Oh, so you can keep looking at my boobs?’

‘Exactly,’ Dean replied, watching as she carefully stepped into her underwear.

She looked up. ‘Skirt next?’

Dean nodded.

‘There,’ Talulah said, looking at him. ‘Skirt on, boobs out. Do you approve?’

Dean let out a long breath.

‘Socks now? Then shoes?’

Dean nodded again.

‘There you are, sir. Skirt, white calf-length socks, black shoes and tits out.’

‘Fuck,’ Dean breathed. ‘We need to meet again as soon as possible.’

Talulah nodded, cupping her breasts, staring at him. ‘Should I wear this?’

Dean was about to step up to her, but he stopped. ‘No, I can’t. We need to go before we get caught.’

Talulah pouted.

‘Okay, sir,’ she replied.

Dean quickly dressed. When he looked up, Talulah was standing in front of him, still in her skirt and socks, but she had put on her tie, positioning it between her breasts. She tilted her head at him, smiling.

‘Fuck,’ Dean breathed. ‘What are you doing to me?’

She giggled. ‘Sorry, sir. I couldn’t resist. I’ll get dressed now.’

As she went to reach for her bag, Dean stepped forward, pulling her close, kissing her deeply. Talulah sighed, her body melting into his before he pulled away.

She shivered. ‘That was nice, sir.’

Dean smiled, and she turned, putting on her bra and blouse, re-tying her tie as her teacher watched.

When they reached the main door to the building, Dean stopped, slowly pushing it open.

‘We’ll check the coast is clear, then you sneak out, and I’ll follow,’ he said as he scanned the grounds outside. The front of the swimming pool and gym weren’t overlooked by any other buildings, and the immediate area was clear. He turned to kiss Talulah.

‘See you later, sir,’ she whispered as their lips parted and she slipped out into the spring sunshine.