An exemplary student, who ravenously devoured extra work and begged for more; four years at the very top of the Dean’s list in high school with a consistent 4.0 GPA, a cheerleader and co-captain of the college’s volleyball team, invariably the female lead in the school plays—who somehow managed to sandwich in four nights a month voluntarily manning a anal sluts phone at the Rape Crisis Center, Chantel was not only the college’s, but MY most prized student. What in God’s name she was doing here at this small, nothing community college, instead of showing everyone that she had everything it takes to make the grade at a major university was more puzzling to me than why Edwin couldn’t fathom the reason why “supposedly catastrophic” Y2K had turned out to be such minor anal sluts fizzle.
“Chantel?” I barely managed to croak out. “Is that you out there, Chantel?”
“Ohhh, God!” I heard her moan. “I ought to kick you right in the fucking balls, Darnell!” I heard her body slump against the wall. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
For the first time, I saw real worry come to Darnell’s eyes. He had dealt the cards in this salacious game, but had he overplayed anal sluts his hand? One of us had to take control of this embarrassing situation and they had to do so quickly, or risk having unnervered Chantel unintentionally spill the beans. As illogical as it sounded inside my head, even more anal sluts painful to me would be missing out on what Chantel looked like underneath the rather plain clothes she normally wore to school.
I was the adult here; it would be up to me to take control. I cleared my throat and closed my negligee
anal sluts. “Chantel? Chantel, I want you to come in her, dear.”
“I can’t, Mrs. Chapel,” she whispered back. “Knowing… knowing it’s you, I… I just can’t come in there
anal sluts.”
“Please?” My heart stopped while I waited for her reply. Finally, her angelic face peered around the door jam. As usual, her raven
anal sluts hair was held back from her face in a tight bun at the upper back of her head, secured in place by her customary white barrette. I smiled and held out my hands to her. “As you can see, I am tastefully attired—given the circumstance, and I promise you that not one single thing untoward will happen in here without your explicit, and unequivocal, permission.”
Chantel took a hesitant step into the room and my breath caught in my throat. Instead of the long skirts and bulky sweaters I had always seen wearing her in my classes, Chantel was attired as the most desirable sex goddess imaginable—a short waisted, long sleeve, white cashmere sweater that showed her belly button and didn’t hide, but actually
anal sluts accentuated her rounded breasts; a micro-mini white wool skirt that just barely concealed her buttocks; and white, open-toed platform sandals with what appeared to be 4” stiletto heels, which did marvelous things for her dancer’s legs.
“My Lord!” I wheezed. “Chantel, your outfit is absolutely breath taking.” And that was putting it mildly. If Chantel ever showed up at school
anal sluts dressed like this, there would be a lethal outbreak of terminal hardon, and there would be no telling how many pairs of severely wet panties would be going home in other girl’s—and female teachers—purses. “Please
anal sluts, turn around so I can get the full
anal sluts affect.”
With a whimsical cock of
anal sluts her head, Chantel slowly pirouetted in a full circle. I had been wrong concerning the length of her short skirt; the bottom portions of both of her nicely rounded buttocks were clearly visible when she had her back to me. ”Once more, Mrs. Chapel?” she asked with a coquettish lilt in her voice.
“Chantel, you could do that all night long and you still have a totally captivated fan when the sun comes up.” I motioned with my hands
anal sluts. “But, please, move into the light so I can see you even better. Please?” Chantel took a couple of steps further into the room and stopped a
anal sluts couple of feet from the bed. My eyes slowly traveled from her face, down her body to her blood-red toenails, then even more slowly back up again. “If you
anal sluts want to turn and walk right out of
anal sluts here, there will be no hard feelings, Chantel. I’m
anal sluts satisfied that I have seen a vision of the most desirable creature on this planet.”
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