| Butterflies And Roses, Chapter Three The ride to school was full of anticipation and the butterflies in my tummy matched the ones on my panties. I couldn’t keep still as we made our way the two miles distance it took to arrive. Mom was all smiles as we pulled into the parking lot and she drove around to the sidewalk near the entrance to the school. As I opened the door, Mom put a reassuring hand on my arm and I turned to look into her bright green eyes…the same color as my own. “Now, sweetheart,” she began. “Remember, don’t rush it and watch Ms. Bridgefield’s eyes and mouth, just as I showed you. If she’s into you, we’ll take it to the next level.” “Next level, Mom?” I whispered. “I’ll tell you when you get home, dear,” she assured me. “Just don’t get caught…ok?” “I won’t, Mom. I promise.” Mom handed me a note explaining about my current state of dress as she ushered me from the SUV and blew me a kiss. I smiled and blushed a bit, before heading inside. Nervously, I walked down the hall and slowly made it to my locker; a few eyes were staring at me. With trembling hands, I managed to work the combination lock and open my locker. I was reaching for my Social Studies book when Nancy, my bestest friend in the whole wide world joined me. Being ten also, she was about an inch taller than me, standing at 4’8”, blondish-red hair and blue eyes; she had the tiniest voice I ever heard. Such a sweet, little girl voice. “Hi, Ang,” she chimed and she pushed her way past some of the other students to get to me. “What’s with the tiny uniform?” “M…my other, un…uniform is at the cleaners.” I managed to stammer out. “Oh, come on, Ang,” she coaxed. “I know you better than that. You always stutter when you’re hiding something. My face turned a bright red as I quickly grabbed my book and ushered her to the nearest girl’s room and into the handicapped stall in the back. I held my book tight against my chest as I turned to face Nancy. “I…I’m gonna…” I tried to tell her, but the words wouldn’t come out. “Oh, MY GOD!!! You’re gonna try to get Ms. Bridgefield, ain’t ya?” She gasped, eyes wide as a giggle escaped her pouty lips. I closed my eyes, blushing even more as I slowly nodded. “I knew it,” Nancy whispered gleefully as she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug, her hands rubbing slowly up and down my back trying to ease my tension. “I…do you…” I stammered more. “…think she’ll…ummm…like me?” “If she don’t, Sis (her pet name for me) she’s crazy.” I nodded and Nancy pulled back to give me a once-over. She noticed just how short my skirt really was and how tight my blouse and school jacket was against my tiny body. My socks came up just above my knees, leaving a lot of skin showing between the tops of my socks to the hem of my skirt. Before I knew what was happening, Nancy was on her knees and looking up my skirt, without touching it. “Ooooo, cute panties, Sis,” Nancy sighed. “Are they too tight on you? I can see the outline of your cute pussy.” “Mom picked them for effect. She feels that they would get more attention.” I managed to say. “Your Mom KNOWS???” Nancy gasped. “Ummm, yes. Mom knows.” I sighed. “Mom helped me pick out everything.” “Your Mom is awesome. I think mine would have a fit…if she knew I wanted Mrs. Davies.” Just then, the bell rang and we check ourselves over before rushing off to our first class. Nancy and I shared a few classes together, Social Studies, History and English. We made it to Mrs. Davies class just in time and sat down, just before Mrs. Davies turned around to begin class. Mrs. Davies was a gorgeous, forty-five year old teacher with long coal-black hair that she kept tied up into a granny bun. She was very shapely for someone her age and her large, round-lensed glasses accented her smooth facial features and her conservative dress did little to hide her perfectly shaped figure. If I were to have a guess, I would think that Mrs. Davies wore about a 46DD bra. Mrs. Davies noticed my smaller than normal school uniform, but said nothing as she started class. The hour seemed to drag on forever as Mrs. Davies discussed “The Making A Government”, a boring topic, but I managed to follow it pretty good. When the bell rang to announce the end of First Period, everyone got up to leave, but Mrs. Davies asked me to stay for a moment. Nancy gave me a worried look before joining the others out of the classroom. Nervously, I walked up to Mrs. Davies desk and stood there holding my book against my chest again, my heart was pounding. “Your uniform is way too small for you, Andrea.” She began. “What happened to your regular uniform?” “It’s…at the…cleaners, Mrs. Davies.” I told her as I pulled out the note Mom gave me if someone were to question me. Mrs. Davies unfolded the note and read it, looked up at me over her glasses, then back at the note. She refolded the note and handed it back to me. “Very well, Andrea. But let’s hope you get it out soon. Dressing in such a small uniform will only disrupt the harmony of the school. All those boys trying to sneak peeks at you and such.” “It should be out in a couple of days, Mrs. Davies. I promise.” I blushed at her words. “I hope so, deary. Wouldn’t want someone trying to hurt you…dressed like that. Now hurry along. Don’t want you to be late for your Science class.” I nodded and rushed out of her classroom and nearly ran over Nancy who was hanging nearby in case I needed a rescue. “That was close,” Nancy whispered as we made our way down the hallway. “Yeah, I’m all shaky now. I don’t think I can do this now.” “Nonsense, Ang. You have plenty of time before Ms. Bridgefield’s glass to get your courage up. I’ll help you at lunch.” “Thank you, Nancy.” I hugged her as we parted ways. Nancy had Mr. Higgins’ Math class this period. Lunch Period finally came as I made my way through the line, grabbing a salad, Italian dressing, a carton of milk and a chocolate chip cookie. I made it outside to the table where Nancy was waiting for me. “I see you survived the day, so far, Ang.” She said as I sat down and stared at my food. “Yeah,” I sighed. “Ms. Bridgefield’s class is next. You ready?” “I think so, but Mom told me to take it slow.” I told Nancy. “She said Ms. Bridgefield might not like girls so I’m supposed to ‘gage her eyes and face’ (doing my best imitation of my Mom). “Sounds like your mom alright.” Nancy laughed. I laughed with her and started to eat my salad. We talked, ate and planned before heading back to the girl’s room where we made the final preparations. “Let’s put on a little make up.” Nancy told me as she reached into her backpack and pulled out some lipstick. It wasn’t a gaudy color, just enough to highlight my own pouty lips. I pursed my lips and let her apply the light pink lipstick and I rubbed my lips together to smoothen it out. Looking in the mirror, I noticed that it had a hint of glitter in it that sparkled as the light caught it just right. “Wow, Sis…where did you get this?” I sighed. “I picked it up at the mall last weekend when Mom and I were there.” Again, the bell interrupted us and we rushed off to get our books for Ms Bridgefield’s English class. My legs were all wobbly as I entered the classroom. Nancy discretely helped me to my desk, which was in the front, and took the desk next to mine. She wanted to see everything and I knew it…the little tart. Ms. Bridgefield entered the room and placed her purse on the floor under her desk, set her Teacher’s manual on the desk and turned to the blackboard, scribbling the day’s lesson for all to see. As she turned to face the class, all the color seemed to drain from her face as she caught a look at me in my skimpy school uniform. Gaining her composure, Ms. Bridgefield gestured to me to approach her desk before the other students finally began filing in. “Andrea, where’s your regular uniform?” She asked softly, more out of surprise than anything. I handed her the note and she quickly read it. Her lips moved as she read the words to herself. She looked me up and down before folding the note and handing it back to me…wordlessly. I left her standing there at the front of the room and hurried to my desk before anyone else noticed also. The bell to begin the class snapped Ms. Bridgefield out of her silence and she cleared her throat, turned to the board and point out the lesson to the class. All during the class, I caught Ms Bridgefield sneaking peeks at me as if she were trying to see up my short skirt. But my nervousness caused me to almost back out. Nancy sneakily bumped my left foot with her right and I knew what to do. As the class proceeded, I would (as casually as I could) let my knees part naturally, taking notes of what Ms. Bridgefield was teaching, but also making mental notes of what her face and eyes were saying to me. “Now class, turn to page 255 in your textbook and answer the first 20 questions. No talking though. I want you to answer them in your own words.” Ms. Bridgefield sat behind her desk and picked up her Teacher’s Manual and began glancing through it. I started going through the questions, all the while revealing a little more of my pink panties with the yellow butterflies. I could tell, Ms. Bridgefield was trying to get a better look…without ‘looking’ like she was trying to see my butterflies…and my pussy contours. ‘Did she just lick her lips?’ I asked myself. I could tell that her breathing was getting heavier and her eyes were partially closed. I snuck a peek over at Nancy and she winked at me, mouthing the words: ‘She is soooooo into you.” I winked back and mouthed almost unnoticeably: ‘watch this.’ I reached down casually and acted like I had and itch in my pussy area and Ms. Bridgefield almost fell out of her seat as she followed my hand to see where it was going. I think I heard her let out a soft moan. Nancy also almost fell over as I stopped itching and brought my hand up and acted like I was rubbing my nose, when I was really smelling my wetness. What really got both Ms. Bridgefield and Nancy was, just as the bell signaled the end of class, I slipped my pointer finger into my mouth and sucked off what little juice I had managed to sneak from my wet panties. As Nancy and I hurried from the classroom, I glanced back and noticed that Ms. Bridgefield looked almost desperate to come after me and drag me back to her desk to do what I imagine she wanted to do all though class. “That was awesome, Ang…you’ve got her hooked. What will you do next?” Nancy panted as we rushed off to the girl’s room one last time for the day. “You’ll just have to wait and see, Sis.” I grinned evily. To Be Continued… |