Part 3, The Gym Teacher’s Office

"Do you know why I've asked you to my office, Ms Forrel?"

I hung my head, standing at attention facing the gym teacher's empty desk as Mr Borneaz paced his office behind me. He had been glaring at me the whole time I was running my late laps, and then when he made me lead the cool down stretches at the end of class, I was so nervous that I kept doing them wrong and he kept having to correct me. It didn't help that I had to hold every stretch extra long while he outlined the muscles each stretch was for with his finger. Then, when I didn't pull my leg behind me right for the quad stretch, he had to pull my chest up and back for me, and whenever we had to touch our toes for a stretch, he kept having to pull up on my crotch to make me straighten my knees. I was just a mess today, and he was right to be mad. "I was late." I muttered.

"What was that?" His voice raised sharply and I straightened my stance, clenching my fists at my sides as I tried not to look scared.

"I was late, sir." I repeated, a slight quaver in my voice.

"And why were you late today, Alexis?" His voice was calm again, but that always just made me more scared, fearing when he would pounce.

"The other girls, um…" I paused and he pounced.

"What was that?" His face was next to my ear and I whimpered.

"The other girls took my panties, sir." I said as loudly as I could muster, which was only loud enough to probably barely carry past his open door.

"So now it's their fault you weren't prepared for class today?" Calm again. I bit my lip.

"No, sir. I take personal responsibility for my actions." He was always saying that we should do that.

"I wish I could believe you, Alexis." He paced again. "I need you to take off my shirt that I let you wear today." He always said all the gym equipment was his, including our gym clothes.

"Sir?" I quavered again. With his office door wide open, anyone who went into the gym could see me without my shirt on.

"Are you talking back to me, young lady!" He snapped in my ear and I jumped.

"No sir!" I peeled off the tight gym top and he snatched it from my hand, tossing it on his desk.

"Put a hand to your chest, Alexis." My arm shot across my breasts. He stopped pacing and stood next to me.

"Not like that." She shook his head and shifted my elbow down, sliding my palm down around my breast.

"Sir, um," I tried not to look behind me as I heard a door open on the other side of the gym. "Permission to speak, sir?"

He paused. I heard voices. A boy's gym class was starting. "Go ahead."

"Sir, um, the door, sir, um, it's open." I muttered.

"That's all you can say? Um, um, um?" His voice raised again and my heart raced as I wondered if anyone had noticed me yet. "Say it again, Alexis."

I bit my lip as the voices came closer. "Please close the door, sir!"

"Why Alexis?" He was calm again as he stood next to me, my bare back to the open door. "Why are you asking me to close the door? I'm a qualified physical therapist, you don't need to feel uncomfortable in here."

I tried to stand stock still, my hand on my bare breast, the other at my side. "I don't want the boys to see my boobies, sir."

"If you insist." His voice was almost pleased and I almost smiled as the door slammed shut behind me. He had drawn the shades as soon as I'd come in his office, but he'd made a point of leaving the door wide open.

"What's this, Alexis?" He came back next to me and placed his own hand on my other breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"My nipple, sir?" I offered, but he glared at me.

"Your breasts, young lady." He squeezed hard and I winced, but he kept rolling my nipple. It was starting to feel… weird. "You have breasts." He squeezed again. "Go ahead, squeeze it."

I complied, pressing my fingers together where he'd placed my hand. It felt weird when I did it too. "Yes, sir." What was he talking about?

"But where's your bra?" Still standing beside me, he kept at my nipple, and it was starting to feel hard between his fingers.

"I don't wear bras yet, sir." Feeling more and more curious, I brought my finger and thumb up to my nipple, and rolled it like he did. It just didn't feel as good when I did it. I kept at it though.

"And I take it you don't wear panties yet either?" He looked behind me, sliding the finger of his free hand into the crack of my ass where it peaked out the back of my shorts. He pulled the waistband out, making a point of looking inside.

"The other girls took them, sir." I said again, his one hand still rolling my increasingly tender nipple, the other sliding down into the back of my shorts.

"They certainly don't seem to be in here." His hand ran across both my ass cheeks, then it slid down between my legs to find the growing wetness there. I closed my eyes and tried to stop the flutter in my chest, his hand hardly backing away from its discovery. "What were they doing with your panties? Just playing keep away? I won't stand for that kind of horseplay in my locker rooms. I may have to come in to monitor you girls."

My mind flashed to the conversation earlier about Mr Palmer making me wet. If Mr Borneaz was there, he'd've heard, and he'd tell Mr Palmer. Then I'd probably have more extra clarinet lessons. "No sir, that's not necessary, sir, they were just…" I paused, my mind racing for a lie as one large hand massaged my nipple while the other ran a finger gently back and forth across my increasingly moist slit. "I, uh, they were smelling them, sir…" I mummbled.

"What was that?" He snapped and I jumped again, my thighs clenching around his big hand.

"The other girls were sniffing my panties, sir." I said plainly. His hand pulled out of my shorts, and his other hand dropped off my breast.

"Stand at attention, Alexis." He said calmly. I pulled my fingers off my hard, pink nipple and dropped my hands to my side. "Why were the other girls sniffing your panties?" He asked calmly.

"Because I made them wet, sir." I tried to hide the quaver returning to my voice. The only thing worse than saying this would be having to say it twice.

"Like you're doing now to my shorts that I've been nice enough to let you wear?" He paused, standing behind me. "I don't want my shorts getting wet, Alexis. I need you to take them off, too." He commanded. I obeyed.

I leaned over, pulling them down my legs, baring my taut young ass the the man standing behind me. As I raised back up, he walked calmly around in front of me, snatching the shorts from my hand. With a stern glance, I popped back to attention, eye front as he lifted the shorts to his nose.

"This is unacceptable, Alexis." He said calmly, holding the shorts up to my face. "Smell these shorts. "

I breathed in through my nose. Even over the sweat, I could easily make out the thick, musky smell I knew had been all over my panties.

"What do you smell Alexis?" He asked.

"I'm not sure, sir." I frowned, more embarrased that I didn't know how to explain it than anything.

"Let me help you figure it out." He stepped closed, bending slightly as he slid his fingers between my thighs, pushing them roughly between my lips, sliding them forward and back along my little slit. I shivered, almost unable to stay at attention, my face still buried in my smelly gym shorts, terrified I wouldn't be able to hold still.

He finally pulled his hand away, drawing the now-wet fingers to my face and pulling away the shorts.

"What's on my fingers, Alexis?" He said, calmly drawing them across below my nose, leaving a cool trail on my face behind his fingertips.

"My juices, sir." I managed, waiting just long enough to keep his fingers from slipping into my mouth as I spoke.

"What juices, Alexis?" He drew his hand away. "Apple juices? Orange juices? Where'd these juices come from, Alexis? "

"My pussy, sir. " I said meekly, his hand instantly shooting back between my thighs, his fingers slipping more easily between my ever-juicier lips this time as he shoved the shorts back into my face.

"Pussy juice! " He shouted, and I winced, his fingers slipping back and forth again. "And what do these shorts smell like!?"

"My pussy juice, sir." My voice shook, his fingers rocking back and forth between my thighs.

"Fifty squats, now, for getting your pussy juice all over my shorts I let you borrow because you were too irresponsible to wear your panties today to cover up this sopping wet cunt!" The shorts flew across the room, but his other hand remained in place.

"Yes sir… " I tried to quickly slide my legs apart and drop into a squat, but his hand didn't even budge an inch between my legs, and all I managed to do was press into it, sending sharp, brief little shivers all through my body, and I let out a gasp.

"Let's go, Alexis. " His hand was a rock between my legs, and as I tried to press down again I cried out once more, my hips rocking against him as felt those shivers once more.

"Can't do squats now? Get back to attention." His voice was calm once more, and his hand slipped out from beneath me as he walked slowly around behind me. "Can you at least touch your toes? Can you even do something that simple?"

My heart racing too fast to speak, I leaned forward, and his hand caught on my back, holding me down.

"That's not good enough." With his hand on my back, I couldn't stand up, and I just stayed there, bent half over, my legs locked together under me. "Spread your legs and touch the floor."

I worked my legs apart and reached down, placing my finger tips on the cold tile, my knees locked.

"You're bending your knees, straighten up!" He said loudly as his hand shot back to my crotch, pulling up on my wet, smooth little pussy. "That's better. Now, place your palms to the floor. Let's go, Alexis!" He said firmly, his hand sliding back and forth once more along my slippery slit.

I pushed myself down, and looked up between my legs to make sure he would be able to see whether or not my hands were flat on the floor. That's when I realized I was being stupid again.

I mean, really stupid. He called me into his office, made me strip naked, played with my nipple and now he was rubbing my pussy while his other hand stroked at an erection plainly visible in his own gym shorts. And I seriously thought I was in trouble, too! How stupid am I?

"Let's go, young lady!" He looked bigger than Mr Palmer in there. I wondered if I could even fit him in my little mouth. "If you can't do your stretches properly, Alexis, I'm going to have to put you down for detention and you can do them properly every Saturday for a month."

I narrowed my eyes. I knew how to handle this. I let my knees bend and fell back onto the floor, his hand dragging my juices up the crack of my tight little ass as I rolled along his arm.

"What are you doing, young lady!" He other hand shot away from where he was fondling himself as I spun around on my knees in front of him. "Get back into position!"

"Permission to speak, sir?" I smiled up from where I knelt naked on the floor in front of him, and ran my tongue along his fingers, still wet with my juices. Mr Palmer said girls swallow cum, why not pussy juice too?

He paused as my tongue ran up and down his hand, my eyes looking up at him pleadingly. "Permission granted, Alexis."

"Is it possible, sir, that instead of me coming in here every weekend…" I paused as my hands reached up his sides and yanked down his shorts and boxers in one stroke, his hard cock now hanging there in front of me. "Instead, you could cum in my mouth, right now?" And with that I grabbed his cock with both hands, just as I had with Mr Palmer, and sank my mouth onto his stiff erection, pushing it straight back into my throat.

"Holy fuck!" It started as a shout but turned into a worried whisper. He looked behind him, but I knew we were safe in here. He turned back and caught my gaze as I pumped my head on his eager cock. "Fuck, Alexis, I'm already almost there…"

I pulled back and started stroking with both hands, his shaft sloppy with my spit. I rolled my tongue around his cock like I was lapping up the sweet slobber on a lollipop and he groaned.

His eyes narrowed at me. "Alexis, pull my dick out of your mouth right now." He commanded again, and I obeyed.

"Am I doing it wrong, sir?" I pouted up at him, dropping my hands in front of me, "Will you please help me correct my form?"

"Did I tell you to stop stroking, young lady?" My eyes went wide as his voice raised.

"Yes sir! I mean, no sir!" I swallowed hard as I hurriedly snapped my hands back up to his cock, slippery with my spit, and stroked the length of it, squeezing with both hands. I was a little frightened again, but it was all starting to feel so nice, like when he played with my nipple, or when his hand was on my crotch.

"Stick your chest out, there you go, that's a good girl." I leaned back and tilted his cock at my chest. Now this was like Alisa's movie!

I kept stroking until he groaned again and I felt hot wet stuff splurt onto my budding young breasts. I even felt some splatter on my pink little nipples, which made them tingle again. He groaned and I took my hands away, smiling up at him, enjoying the faint sensation of his cum slowly oozing down my bare chest.

He wiped a last dribble of goo dangling from the tip of his cock on my nose, then grunted with a nod. "Hit the showers, Alexis." He bent over and unceremoniously yanked his boxers back up, then his shorts, tucking in his half-stiff cock. He turned and unlocked the door, making to open it.

"Wait, sir, I'm still naked!" I hopped up, spinning around and hastily grabbing my clothes off his desk. I fumbled with the shorts and pulled them on backward while I heard the door open behind me. I yanked on my shirt, sighed happily that at least that was the right way round, and turned back to him. His eyes caught on the wet spots in the front of the gym shirt. His wet spots.

"Out, young lady." He stuck him thumb out the door and I nodded, trembling slightly as my heart stopped exploding in my chest. My ass was half hanging out the should-be-front of the backwards shorts, but I couldn't fix it now, not with the door wide open. And the glare on Mr Borneaz's face didn't suggest he'd be happy to shut it and let me. So I sighed. He commanded. I obeyed.

He caught my shoulder as I came past him and leaned over to my ear. "If I catch you without panties again, we may have to repeat this talk. And next time, we'll start at the end."

"I'll make certain I get a sports bra, too, sir." I gulped at him, afraid that next time he'd open the door just a hair faster and all the boys would end up getting an eyeful.

"That's not necessary." He slammed the door shut behind me and suddenly a gym full of boys was looking at me. I made my way to the locker room, feeling the boys' eyes on me and hoping they thought that was sweat all over my chest, and maybe that they wouldn't be able to tell just what that dribble was across my nose. Fortunately, I was pretty certain their eyes were glued to the three or four inches of butt crack sticking out the backwards front of my shorts.

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