Not So Good

After only a few girls, Jenna was finding herself getting into it. Watching the girls lift their skirts and pull down their panties in front of her was pretty exciting. She didn't know why she found that so exciting, but she did. She liked discovering which girls were developed and which weren't. Some had pubic hair and fully developed lips, while others had no hair whatsoever.

Halfway through the line Jenna was really into it. Her own sense of arousal was driving her mad. The taste of young pussy on her tongue and the thick aroma of excited young girls hung heavy in the air. Pretty soon, she was grabbing the girls by the hips and pulling them forward onto her face. She'd push her tongue deeply into them and dart it in and out several times soliciting deep moans. That really excited both Jenna and the girls. She found herself opening her mouth wide as the next girl approached and she would seal her lips around theirs and drive her tongue in as deeply as possible while pulling on their hips. She'd twist her head side-to-side in a passionate kiss as she flicked her tongue repeatedly. Secretly she wished she could bring one of them to orgasm to see what it tasted like, too.

Just then the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. A loud groan filled the room, as the girls knew the fun was over for the day. Jenna felt a sense of dissatisfaction as the girls pulled up their panties and left. She said goodbye to the group as they filed out of the locker room. They were all smiles as they giddily skipped their way to their next class.

Jenna needed a shower badly. Her face reeked of young pussy and she had to shake off the effects of what had just happened. As she stood under the water and washed her face, she scolded herself for allowing that to happen. The realization was beginning to settle in as the water washed away her cloudiness. She began to repeat over and over what she had done. She felt her heart sink as she recollected the latest chain of events. She had just kissed the pussies of some 20 teenage girls! My God! She had just kissed the pussies of some 20 teenage girls!

What was she thinking? What had gotten into to her to make it okay? And why did she eventually feel aroused by the whole thing? Jenna didn't know what to think. Finally Jenna cleared the water from her eyes and remembered she was alone. She turned off the water and peeked around the corner back toward her office. The locker room was vacant and she was alone. She looked for her towel, but none was around. She stepped out of the shower and crept across the floor back toward the office when suddenly, just as before, the door opened and her next class poured in.

Jenna felt like this was bad deja' vu. Same as before both froze and stared at each other with 'deer in the headlights' looks. Jenna recovered quickly this time and tiptoed into the office, covering herself as best she could. Once inside, she searched for the towel to cover herself. She looked around for her clothes, too and remembered she'd left them outside. She peered past the girls assembled at the windows but couldn't see them. She figured they must have been kicked somewhere.

This time she knew what to do and told the girls to get ready for gym class and hustled them off. While the girls were changing for class and curiously chatting amongst themselves, Jenna searched for her clothes and the towel. Where on earth did they go? She looked under benches, in corners, on top of lockers, but they were nowhere to be found. Jenna was beginning to feel nervous. She couldn't have lost them, they were right there on the floor. Maybe if she hadn't been so eager to strip for her last class, she'd have been a little more responsible with her clothes. Great, now what was she going to do? A few girls asked if she needed help finding something, but she didn't dare tell them what she was looking for, so she declined their help. She was feeling very frustrated and even more humiliated. How could she have been so stupid? What was she going to do? She had not clothes, no towel, no nothing to cover herself with. She was trapped in the office, naked.

She sent the girls into the gym to begin playing kickball while she continued her search. Being the first day of school there wasn't any lost and found yet. She had nothing to wear at all. She was beginning to panic.

She caught her reflection in the glass window and realized that her hand and arm didn't even cover her large breasts as they poured out over both sides of her arm. She felt a warm feeling rush through her as she felt trapped. Her mind was racing as she scrambled to formulate a plan. No matter how hard she tried, though, nothing made sense. How in the world would she ever be able to perform her job without clothes? How would she ever explain this to the head mistress? Would she be fired for her incompetence? What a horrible nightmare of a first day! What, oh what was she going to do?!