Absently I watched the proceedings unfold round me with a feeling of lonely dread. I couldn’t do what wuz asked…an yet shifting uncomfortably in the seat, a feeling of longing...of missing a key part of who or what I wuz drifted over me. Melancholy overtook me in a way that left me adrift upon an ocean of sorrow. Even Amanda, with her lil ole pat made lil difference in me mind. Absently I slid me hand over hers upon me knee an squeezed acknowledging her presence but not much else.

I wondered If I could confide in her…or in anyone. But the time for that had quickly ended as professor Hannigan went immediately to work. Pencils scratched upon white parchment all ‘bout me an still I sat, dreading the moment she would call on me…knowing…an how would I explain the missing rings? I fought to swallow, the lump growing larger in me throat with each passing word, each tap of the pointer upon some blurry lil ole chart on the wall. Not even the lack of crispness as I watched the proceeding brought me out of me revere. Not even the small line of water that traveled form the corner of me eye an left a glittering path upon me cheek to me lips were its salty presence was lost with the flick of me tongue.
Remorse an guilt…an panic all gain to take there turns. I knew not how to get out of me delima…how to get back the jewelry an still not get thrown outta class. The credits meant too much…the teacher, with all she had tried to do…meant too much.

Me foot tapped the floor in rapid succession, a small sound in the otherwise large lecture hall….tap…tap…tap…the jiggle keeping me moving on the seat. Starnge blobs filled the large screen….tap…tap…tap…me pencil had yet to move…though the hand upon me knee…huh?

Not a moment too soon wuz me name called. Amanda, I couldn’t make a scene, I had to let her do what she did…an now…now I knew I wuz in trouble. The glistening of me own slick juices would be upon me flower. I’d have to reveal it…had to do what wuz asked. An what would they all think…they think I wuz some sort of pervert who got all hot an bothered by displaying herself.

Mortified I stiffly descended to the floor of the classroom, sparing not a glance towards Amanda for what she had done to me. ‘lord help me…please’ perhaps a bad prayer, but sum times in yur hour of need it’s the simple ones that get answered. I had to be able to talk with her…had to let her know, an yet…yet how could I….

Nervously approaching me appointed space I turned an faced as directed. Closing me eyes I bid me time. Mumbling the lords prayer to me self o’er an o’er. I wanted the rings….felt naked with out them. Would she say sum thing when she noted thay wuzn’t thar. Not even the ring of me marriage…me commitment round me finger.

As much as I tried to stand quit an still. To disappear into the floor…or whatever dark corner I could …well I couldn’t. Me foot jiggled….me hands fluttered with no place to put them. Every thing wuz wrong that could be. Weight shifted from foot to foot….back an forth…the lesson hard to listen too….hard to follow as I awaited the axe to fall from some great executioner on high.

The heat beneath the lights wuz down right unbearable, yet I did nothing to cause the smallest ripple of bad for me teacher. The blouse remained buttoned despite the heat an me nerves. Fingers flexed an unflexed in a ball as First Samantha did what wuz asked an all….then Melissa. I would try to be like Samantha I decided…stoic, proud…good. Melissa had gotten a bit to far down the road towards being bad. I couldn’t let it happen to me. Yet me rings…oh how could I feel like this, even contemplate doing sum thing wrong for a mere band of gold. Yet they meant so much to me….so much indeed.

Mrs Hannigan’s voice finally hit me full force, her gaze meeting mine an demanding total acceptance an submission to her will. I had to do what she asked…she wuz the teacher, an …an I’d learned so much so far in her class. This couldn’t be too bad…but I had to warn her…let her know somebody wuz out to get her an I wuz the one that wuz supposed to do it to her.

Me bum hit the cold metal of the table, cool to the touch cept the small pool of liquid under me right bum cheek. Looking into those eyes I leaned close, an in me smallest voice I whispered to me teacher, hoping that she would understand….

“Rings stolen…I be bad, get um back….want to be good” a small direct cry for help. Then I leaned back. No doubt she would soon notice the ring missing from tween me legs…the other missing from me hand. Both meant the world to me, but then not causing trouble also did. Me mind swirling with endless problems that had no solutions…at least none I could see. Worse yet wuz me lords silence on the matter, all the praying not leading to a single good idea. This wuz it…the only thing I could think of. Oh that I made the right choice. Only time would tell. Would she give me a sign?

Always me….Always the one that has to bare her skin an soul before the class. An now, now some black mailer is trying to get me to misbehave. How can I survive this, the utter humiliation as the camera exposes everything that should be private. The giggling of the unseen masses of the girls, the way their hurtful comments ‘bout me drifted to me ears like I couldn’t hear a thing. But I could….an so I hid me face form their view, the lonely tear descending down me face while the screen overhead showed me panty clad privates.

Fighting the desire to run, to leave this place that put the small wet stain upon the middle of me panties on a screen for all to see…to witness what Amanda had begun with me. The result of her play across me middle, a play I had not said no too…had allowed by remaining silent while her fingers stroked me, playing with me nub an softly tracing the outlines of me lips. For a bit I had to wonder a bit if Amanda had been setting me up, but then since say one she had looked at me with those eyes…fiery desire smoldering within there depths that I had done lil to put out…or for that matter encourage.

Laying back on the cold steel table, Professor Hannigan not saying a thing to me once I spilled the truth ‘bout what I wuz supposed to do an wuz trying real hard not too. Hoping she would believe me if anything went wrong. I had to keep me word, had to be good an do what she asked no matter how hard it wuz an no matter how much I didn’t wanna be here on this stage spreading me legs once ‘gain. Breathing came in fits an shutters, me panties being pulled down to revel the puffy lips of me sex upon the large screen. The cool air playing cross me middle…the heat of light warming me as the professor focuses them upon me. Feeling the heat, the moisture upon me lips glittering upon the screen. An there, there upon the screen at the top of the picture stood me naked hood, the rising nub standing in front of it thanks to Amanda an me middle now being naked.

The gleam of metal scared me. The cold surface…the smearing of the Vaseline upon its gleaming surface. This wuzn’t like sex. Nothing like it, only the clinical use of of a tool for the learnin’ of us girls. Trying as hard as I could to concentrate on jus that As I curled me head back an watched the screen…dreading the descent of that gleaming silver its cool touch pushing ‘gainst me …then the slick lubed surface sliding its way in. Me fingers curled round the edge of the table, me breath catching in me throat while it slides into me. A long exhale once it stops moving into me, the cold surface of the instrument warming…warming while me instructor ‘gins to talk an work the tool.

Oh lord, I feel it…feel it move wider pushing ‘gainst the tight vice of me insides. Gasping as I feel its wonderful surface expanding inside me. I watch as the whole tool moves up an down…lord I want it deeper…felling it…wanting it moving within me…already I can see the nub expanding…pushing itself outwards from its warm secure place of refuge. The lips turn darker, expanding gains the sides of the silver tool….The image on the screen begins to gyrate. For a minute I wonder why the camera is shaking.

Uncurling me fingers from the table edge I move them to the me skirt. Curling me fingers in the soft material…pulling on it to keep them from moving further down…down to rub an play across me middle…oh….gotta be good…be good…be good…why…

I toss me head, staring at the Vaseline…NO……”no” the word tumbles o’er me lips, why has she done this to me…or has she not…I looke down the table at me cute teacher. I know she can look good with her hair down, her face not a mask ‘gainst the emotions that live beneath its porcelain finish. I beg her to move closer. To move her face tween me legs so I can pull her close to me…have her play those luscious lips an tongue cross me middle…that aches for a touch….any touch….

“Nooooooo” I groan, trying to fight the sensations as me hips rotate an one had begins to slide down the bares mound…finger tips showing upon the top of the giant silver screen, the red polish gleaming in the bright light….”deeper”……fighting the sensations as best I can.

Even throbbing with minor pain from me hand were she had slapped it away, I still could not keep me mind from wondering. Wondering to the container of goo….wondering to the day I’d awoken in the hospital. Miss Hannigan had been there, her stoic countenance cracked from fatigue. In that moment I had seen something more, seen the concern an caring that she felt for me….an the love.

As she addressed the class I lifted the lid of the Vaseline….feeling the gooey substance upon me fingers. I had to warn her…warn her of what she had done. The needle hit, pain shooting through me, me mind a blinding flash of red. ‘relax she says….relax….’ yes….yes I must, ohhhhhh, throwing me head back, seeing the screen filled with a pink an flesh….an glistening steel. The moan escapes me lips at the sights an feelings from within. Pain gone as pleasure floods me senses an drives me down other roads of thought an action.

Life….gods it wuz a mess of sorts. Me love has been cheating on me with others…the woman I’d pledged me undying love to. Now with me insides throbbing with desire, with love, I knew me professor loved me. The wisdom of her age, the way she carried herself so sure an confident, the way her fingers lingered an touched me even now in this class. Twas too much….much too much. I knew she wanted to embrace me but wuz maybe scared, maybe our age difference, maybe cause I wuz a student so it wuz up to me…..yes…..

Coming upwards I sit, me head filled with her scent, her smile, the desire upon her eyes. The audience forgotten I gather her stiff body to mine, muscles tense, but its ok….I know she wants this. Wrapping me legs round her I lock me ankles together. Some how the camera falls with a forgotten clatter to the floor, an then I touch her lips with me fingers. A glaze that glistens in the low light forms across her soft red lips. Smiling I pull her unyielding body closer, pull it till out lips close an I feel the warm softness of her next to me. Pushing me tongue tween her clenched lips I unwittingly gather the substance an push it into her mouth were our tongue entwine.

Breaking the kiss I lean back a bit, smelling the clean soft scent of her hair when I breath inwards. With a voice filled with excitement an happiness I speak…..”I love you too…..oh gods do I….please…take me….please….show me how you feel….”

With a twist of me hips I ground me self against the heavily starched lab coat, desperate to quite the raging fire within me middle. Even through her clothes I could feel me teachers warmth. Imaging the soft flesh against me own. Is this not what is right for both of us.

I wiggle happily ‘gainst the teacher, only a small part of me members I should listen...obey me teachers. But then, none of them have ever been so warm…so close….the kiss still lingers on me lips. Lips that buzz in delight as I gaze into her surprised eyes. Eyes that are distracted...eyes that watch me, watch the rise an fall of me chest. Thrusting me hard points forward I tease her, straining under the unyieling fabric, boucning a bit to get meself to jiggle eniticingly for her. The reward of her gaze is priceless an lets me know she feels the attraction as well no matter how much she may be trying to suppress it.

“You feel it too don’t yah…. “ reaching upwards with me hands I 'gin to loosen the buttons of me blouse one by one….watching ….. gauging the reactions of her face as I pull the top open an tilt me body forwards using her grip to slide out from under the shirt an come free of it. With her hands sliding down me arms as I wiggle back ‘gainst her, drowing me top off with her assistance. Pressing the fullness of me hard nipples to the starched white’s an a feeling a jolt of pleasure as the distant warmth of her body cascades through me. 'Thankyou lord' I say under me breath before I 'gin to coax her into action.

“I saw yah look at me breasts…I’m glad yah like um….yah want me don’tcha…want me like I want you right now…. Do you want to take off yur shirt or do you want me to….cause to tell yah the truth I wanna slide naked against you an take off your clothes with me very own hands…to play them across even inch of your naked body…..” Giggles erupt from me mouth at the thought of her an what she wears. “I’ll bet there is sum thing really sexy under all this starch. Sum thing scandalous that yah need to keep right on wearing as we play….ummm….I do so hope so…..shall we see?”

Unlocking me heels I bring each foot an leg upwards till me feet caress across the round bum of hers an pull her once again into me warm embrace. Hips undulate all on there own, trying to rub….enjoying the sensations that course through me body. Unashamedly I moan as the first button, then the second comes free revealing a starched shirt under the lab coat….I grin at the chance to slowly unwrap this present…me present. I let me lips linger upon her throat, a soft kiss upon the pulse of her that thuds heavily beneath me while hands stay busy with there choir. Soon we will be together…'soon' I whisper to no one in particular.

“Amanda?” like in a dream…I could see her too….see her o’er me the lovely concern in her eyes…the infatuation. “I….I love you….kiss me….let me feel yur body, we….we were interrupted last time….still….long….for yah….” But some one had sum thing they wanted in me mouth…wanted me to take pills of sum sort. I knew I shouldn’t pills were drugs an drugs were bad.

Fingers pushed the pills into me mouth past me clenched lips. Why….all I wanted wuz love, a chance to curl ‘gainst the teacher who’s eyes still danced with lust o’er me. I could hear the voices telling me to swallow. I hated the taste of the pill, an when the water came I took the opportunity to drink some, keeping the pills under me tongue. The water eased me parched mouth, helped to give me fluids to replace the ones I felt trickling past me bum to slide beneath me. I took another swig, swirling the cool water in me mouth as the girls seemed to relax a bit. An then I spit…spit the water in a fountain towards the side of the desk, two small white pills flowing outwards in what I hoped would cause them to be missed. I wuzn’t taking no drugs, they wuzn’t gonna get ole Cassie to do things ‘gainst her ole will while she wuz in a stupor.

Laying back then an a forcing me self to relax an enjoy the gaze of there eyes upon me body. I let muscles relax as the pinned me, shear excitement in being forces back, me front naked to their view. I made sure that the skirt was kitted up an all so they could watch me undulate before them…perhaps one would touch me yet, perhaps this torment wuz jus part of the game. Reaching with a stocking covered foot I slide me toes up under that crinkling lag coat…up under a skirt of sorts as I went up her leg, a buzz of excitement on longing filling me as I came up tween her legs a felt the dampness of her middle.

Almost I came. Almost I felt the flutter inside knowing that me love was feeling as I do….me toe damp with her own heat before she is able to move away. Spreading me legs I beckon to them…any of them willing to brave themselves an enter me circle.

“Amanda…please….anyone please….a little taste…taste me….lick me…..oh god you don’t know how this feels….I need …. Need tongues an fingers inside me…a body rubbing me.” I looked at Amanda….”please….jus like me fingers, take me in your mouth one digit at a time I swear I’m….I’m ready to explode right here an now. Please….beginning you….need you…..”

Wiggling on the table I beseeched each an every one of them knowing someone would break…someone would touch me in a manner I needed. I loved this class….oh the things I felt here in this circle of girls…the girls that would soon be lovers. Oh the things we would share together in this auditorium. Excitement glittering in me eyes. A flush rolling across me skin, the heat rising from me body as I watch them all lick their lips an look at me, an offering for each an everyone of um. But most of all…most of all for the hidden glance of me teacher, the way she looked at me when she thought all eyes were averted.

The grin broke across me face…..maybe they would tie me up, play with me….or perhaps even spank me for being really really naughty….Laughter rose up in me throat an burst across the room, the pure happy type that knew soon I would be moaning in ecstasy.