Brigitte, a leggy curvaceous brunette with an impertinent smile, gave her best friend Christine a significant look before replying insolently as she sat down at the front of the class. “Miss Birstthwaite isn’t here today, Sir. Remember, she’s away in London at a conference. Anyway, Miss Stricker already gave us a bloody detention at assembly. She said we had to get changed straight after this lesson, during morning break.”
The Miss Stricker to whom Brigitte was referring was Bethany, my fiancee. “Please don’t swear, Brigitte,” I warned calmly.
Christine, an energetic tall full-chested tactile blonde, chipped in. “It’s not fair. It’s the last day of term! No-one else is wearing their uniform properly but she doesn’t pick on them. I’d really like to get her back. She’s such a cow!” she whined.
For a reason I had never really understood, Bethany had often made clear that she didn’t particularly like these girls but this was just too much! “Christine! How dare you speak about any of your teachers in such a disrespectful way? You’ll do well to watch what you say; otherwise you’ll be getting another detention from me!” “Sorry, Mr. Bletchflap!” Christine replied with a smirk. “I forgot she was your girlfriend.”
Brigitte added, “Yeah, sorry, Sir. She can just be a bit funny. You know we really like you though, don’t you, Sir? Particularly, Chloe. She really fancies you, Sir.”
“Oh, yeah,” Christine agreed with a smile. “Chloe thinks you’re lovely.”
Chloe blushed bright red at this affectionate teasing from her friends. “Stop it!” she giggled, although she didn’t deny the accusation.
“Fucking hell, Sir. It’s really hot in here,” Brigitte said cheekily as she took off her blazer, thrusting her considerable chest out as she did so. I’d been in early to put the radiators on as some of the pupils had been complaining about the chilliness of the winter weather and the classroom had indeed become quite warm. However, nothing excused such vulgar language.
“Brigitte! If I have to warn you again you’ll be getting a detention,” I repeated.
“Oh, Mr. Bletchflap. You don’t really mind, do you? I thought we were your favourites,” Brigitte breathed, pouting at me imploringly.
I knew it was virtually suicidal in the circumstances but I couldn’t help it. I blushed.
Christine giggled. “Oh, Sir. You’re so sweet!” she said kindly which made me blush even more.
“Please, girls. We really need to get on. I want you to turn to chapter 11 in your calculus book…” I looked up and stopped, aghast at what I could see. “Brigitte what are you doing?”
Brigitte, who had already walked in with her top two blouse buttons undone, had decided to unfasten another, revealing a remarkably deep creamy freckled cleavage ensconced in an elaborate white bra.
“Oh it’s so hot, Sir. I need to get some air,” she whined.
“Please, Brigitte you have to do your blouse back up! What if someone came in?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Bletchflap. No one will see. And don’t you like looking, Sir?” she replied coquettishly.
I spluttered in disbelief at her nerve, fully aware that I was well out of my depth. I decided it would be best to ignore her completely and turned to my notes while they giggled disconcertingly.
I finally managed to start the lesson, which was on differentiating trigonometric functions, carefully keeping my eyes on the girls’ faces as I talked to them.
However within a few minutes they started even more trouble. Christine dropped her pen, stood up, gave me a smile as if to catch my attention, then turned and bent at her waist to pick it up.
I couldn’t help but stare as her skirt rode up over what I had thought were her tights to reveal that they were nothing of the sort! She was wearing stockings! Her thighs were lightly tanned and smooth. I sighed once in wonder before realising that Brigitte was watching my unfortunate reaction.
“Christine! You shouldn’t be wearing, um, er…” I stammered to a halt not knowing how to articulate my outrage.
“Ooh! Sir! Did you just look up my skirt! You’re so naughty,” Christine complained in mock indignation as she turned towards me. She lifted her skirt deliberately to reveal the tops of her thighs and a just a glimpse of white knickers. “They’re called hold-ups, Sir. They let my bits breathe. You won’t tell anyone, will you, Sir? After all, you know I don’t mind you looking.”
Once more I was crimson with embarrassment.
“She’s got lovely legs, hasn’t she, Sir?” Brigitte added unnecessarily. “And a great arse too.”
“Brigitte, please stop!” I said in a strangled voice.
“And if you like Christine’s bum, you should see Chloe’s. It’s really pert!” Brigitte said.
“Please stop! This conversation is highly inappropriate,” I protested feebly as Christine finally sat down.
“Oh, come on, Sir. It’s the last day of term. Wouldn’t you rather talk about nice things like Chloe’s arse or Brigitte’s boobs rather than calculus? You know we can catch back up quickly in the New Year,” Christine said earnestly. It was true that all three girls were intelligent but her argument was still specious.
“Christine, please…” I started to object before being interrupted again by her.
“Don’t you ever fantasise about other women, Sir? I know you’re in love with Miss Stricker but she’s a bit straight isn’t she, Mr. Bletchflap? And she’s not much to look at either.”
Before I could say anything Brigitte joined in. “Yeah, Sir. She’s, well, a bit bony and she always looks so severe. And she’s so skinny and flat-chested. Don’t you ever want to have a feel of a nice big pair like mine or Christine’s? Though to be fair, Chloe’s tits aren’t huge either but they’re a lovely shape with gorgeous big nipples, aren’t they, Chloe? You should see them, Sir. I have.”
Once more my subconscious betrayed me as I glanced at Chloe’s chest, her slender figure exaggerating the size of her high pert breasts. I looked up to see Chloe’s bewitching green eyes glowing with satisfaction as she smiled enigmatically at me.
I shook my head and took a deep breath trying my best to remain calm but I was struggling to control my agitation. For a few seconds, I buried my face in my hands in confusion.
In response Brigitte stood up to lean over me with a concerned look on her face, her deep brown eyes perceptive and urbane. I could see right down between her large round boobs to the front of her lacy bra.
“Are you OK, Sir?”
“Brigitte, please,” I stammered. “You really should sit down. I’m fine. And you must do up your blouse. I’m sure your, er, bra isn’t within the school dress code.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Sir. Shall I take it off, Sir? I don’t want to get into trouble.”
“No, please don’t!” I gasped but she was already undoing the last few buttons of her tight white blouse.
“Brigitte, what are you doing?” Chloe gasped, her eyes wide in amazement. Christine however was giggling with delight at her friend’s behaviour.
“It’s OK, Chloe,” Brigitte replied smoothly as the last button was unfastened. “I don’t think Mr. Bletchflap really minds. Do you, Sir?” she said as she finally opened up her blouse completely.
Brigitte’s breasts were simply enormous, snugly held in a lovely delicate white bra. Her skin was pale and freckled and her stomach taut and flat. I knew that I shouldn’t but I just couldn’t stop staring. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair as I became explosively and immediately erect under the desk.
Christine came to stand beside Brigitte before glancing at Chloe. “Chloe, would you mind keeping watch, babe?” she asked.
Chloe licked her lips and nodded before going to stand by the door, although she kept a close eye on the events unfolding at my desk. Luckily the classroom was at the end of a corridor and its windows weren’t overlooked.
“Thanks, Chloe,” Christine said before turning back to me, her limpid blue eyes sparkling hungrily. “Isn’t Brigitte gorgeous, Sir? And she’s got lovely tits. Don’t you just want to reach out and touch them?” she said her arms slowly encircling her friend to gently cup the undersides of her glorious breasts. Brigitte’s tie as hanging incongruously down her cleavage.
My hands twitched in need but I managed to bite back my urgent restlessness.
“You have to stop, girls,” I hissed painfully.