Kelly Kapowski was running a little late, cheer practice ran long that afternoon and she was running back to her locker for a notebook she forgot. The halls were a little dark since they turned off most of the lights, it was strange being in school after everything was let out for the day. No students milling around, no hustle and bustle like there normally was during the day. No chatter, no laughter, it was eerily quiet. After Kelly got the notebook from her locker and was leaving to go home she passed Mr. Baxters classroom, and she stopped at the door and looked in. The room was empty and dark, again it seemed strange with no one in the room. It was eerie. And that eerie feeling was turning Kelly on, and she couldn't explain why. This never happened to her before, but she could feel that familiar urge and it was growing strong.
Mr. Baxter was her history teacher, only a substitute teacher but he had been at Bayside for several months now. Kelly couldn't understand why she was attracted to Mr. Baxter, Kellys attractions had always been towards other girls. But for some reason she was intrigued with Mr. Baxter. He was one of the younger teachers, probably only 30 years old but he was different. You never saw him with the other teachers, very seldom ever saw him in the halls at Bayside. He was always in his classroom, he even ate his lunch in his classroom. He seemed shy, to say the least. Maybe even introverted, or a little geeky. He went to all the games never missed a one, but it didn't seem that he was interested in sports at all. He never talked about the games or the athletes, like so many of the other teachers did in class. Never commented if Bayside won or lost. But Mr. Baxter never missed a game, home or away. Always standing on the sidelines, but never paying much attention to the game or the players. Mr. Baxters attention seemed to be always on the cheerleaders. Specifically Kelly Kapowski, he always had his eye on Kelly. He wasn't blatantly staring at her, but Kelly knew he was watching. Not only at the games, but in class to. His main focus always seemed to be on Kelly, and not so much the other girls. Not to say he didn't look at the other girls, he definitely did. He just looked at Kelly a lot more, and Kelly knew it. Yet he never went out of his way to talk to her, and when he did it was always class related. He never tried to be social with Kelly or any of the girls. Kelly thought that maybe Mr. Baxter had a crush on her, and she kind of liked that idea.
And Kelly in a strange way enjoyed Mr. Baxters attention, and it kind of turned her on sometimes. She didn't know why, she never felt this way about any of the other boys in school. Even Zach, her so called boyfriend. She always tried to give Mr. Baxter an extra smile, sometimes even a wink. And lately Kelly was letting her short skirts ride up in class, giving him a flash of her panties. Of course always making it look completely accidental, something Kelly had down to a fine art. Even while cheer leading she always gave extra high kicks in Mr. Baxters direction, flashing her spankies at him. And all this flashing was really turning Kelly on, and seemed to leave Mr. Baxter a bit flustered. Maybe it was the teasing that was turning Kelly on so much, maybe it was because Mr. Baxter seemed so shy. Maybe it was the perverseness of Mr. Baxter always checking out the girls, or the sheer naughtiness of her teasing. Whatever it was Kelly as absolutely beside herself with excitement.
Kelly was dressed in a very short purple skirt, with a flowered jacket. And underneath she was wearing a new white cotton bra and panty set. As Kelly stood at the door of the classroom debating if she should go in, her heart was pounding with excitement. That familiar urge growing even stronger. She had no idea what possessed her to want an try such a risky thing, but the risk factor was very strong and it excited her tremendously. Kelly wanted to masturbate in the empty classroom while she imagined Mr. Baxter was sitting at his desk watching her.
Kelly finally did it, she opened the door and entered the empty classroom. She walked to the front of the room and sat in the desk right in front of Mr. Baxters desk, she imagined that Mr. Baxter was grading tests from earlier in the day. Kelly put her things down on the desk and sat down. She tried to be demure as possible when she sat, but with such a short skirt it was almost impossible not to give a brief glimpse of her white panties. After she was seated she tried act as lady like as she could, sitting with her knees together her hands folded on top of the desk. But she knew the tiny white triangle of her panties was visible to Mr. Baxter, no matter how tightly she squeezed her thighs together. In her mind Mr. Baxter hardly knew she was even there, only glancing up at her occasionally as he graded the papers. Kelly then decided to put her plan into action. Kelly parted her knees just ever so slightly, putting a little more of her panties on display. Mr. Baxter looked up from his papers the exact second that Kelly parted her knees, just like he knew what Kelly was going to do. And he wasn't looking at Kellys face or eyes, he was looking directly at Kellys parted knees. But he seemed unphased by it, and went back to grading the papers. This fantasy Kelly was having so different from reality, where Mr. Baxter would never openly stare at her like that. He was always more shy and reserved, he would look then quickly look away. Afraid he was going to be caught by the girls he was looking at, but the girls all knew he was looking. But now he was clearly looking at Kellys knees and the white panties under her skirt, like "Is that all you're going to show me?" Almost like he was uninterested. Kelly crossed and uncrossed her legs several times and taking much longer than necessary, and giving Mr. Baxter a very open view of her lily white panties. Each time Mr. Baxter looked up just in time, but really paid her no attention. Kelly began to nonchalantly look around the room, and absentmindedly parted her knees again. Her white panties showing in sharp contrast to her purple skirt. Again Mr. Baxter looked up from his papers and looked directly up her short skirt at her bright white panties, again he seemed unphased by it. Mr. Baxters strange behavior in this fantasy had Kelly frustrated and horny, she could feel her wetness beginning to form.
Kelly parted her legs even further, the full crotch of her white panties on display. Again Mr. Baxter looked up from his work, only this time he looked Kelly right in the eye. He stared deeply into Kellys eyes for a few seconds, then went back to his work. Like nothing out of the ordinary was happening, like there wasn't a young teenage girl sitting right in front of him with her panties on display. This was unnerving for Kelly as she sat there contemplating her next move. Any other time Mr. Baxter would be practically drooling at the sight before him Kelly thought, yet look away as fast as he could so he wouldn't get caught looking up her skirt. And trying to be the proper teacher, not affected by all the sexily dressed young girls around him. But all the girls knew Mr. Baxter wasn't quite as proper as he was trying to portray. But in this fantasy it was like he could have cared less, and this was driving Kelly crazy. Kelly lifted up in her seat and pulled her already short skirt even higher, so she could spread her legs even further. She Looked at Mr. Baxter and he was glancing over top of the papers in his hand, like "What's she up to now?" But he went back to his papers like it was the most normal thing in the world, that a girl in his classroom was putting on such a sexy display. Kelly then spread her legs as far as she could in the confines of the small desk, her white cotton panties stretched tight over her mound. When she did that Kelly could faintly smell her girl scent, and wondered if Mr. Baxter could smell it to. And Kelly was sure there was a wet spot on her panties, and with her legs spread like that Mr. Baxter had to see it with her sitting so close. Mr. Baxter looked up from his papers once again first looking into Kellys eyes, then he lowered his eyes to between Kellys spread legs. And those tight panties stretched over Kellys mound, with the growing wet spot in the crotch. Then inhaled deeply and calmly went back to his work. This fantasy was driving Kelly wild, it was like he was trying to make her do more by being disinterested. Make her go further, be more explicit. Making her masturbate in front of him while he watched.. So that's exactly what Kelly did.
Kelly dropped both hands to her smooth creamy thighs, and began to run them up and down. Stroking her thighs, but stopping just short of her panties. That were becoming increasingly wet with Kellys cream, and on full view to Mr. Baxter. Her girlish scent now very noticeably filling the classroom. Mr. Baxter looked up at Kellys sexy display and laid down his papers, folded his hands on top of his desk and watched.
Kelly continued to stroke her inner thighs, going almost to her panty crotch. Her eyes were almost closed as she teased herself, she could feel her panties getting wetter. Her pussy was so hot and her panties so wet, the air in the room felt cool coming through the wet material. When Kelly opened her eyes she looked up at Mr. Baxter and couldn't believe what she saw, he was still just sitting there as calmly as could be, hands folded on top of his desk. He showed no emotion what so ever, almost like he was listening to some boring speech or something. He was just watching her, almost like she wasn't even there. Looking through her instead of at her. Kelly was really frustrated with Mr. Baxters behavior, he wasn't his normal self at all. He wasn't sneaking quick peeks at the girls, then shyly turning away. He was being almost obnoxious as he watched Kelly pleasure herself right in front of him.
Kelly brought both hands all the way to her wet panty crotch and let them linger there, her smooth lips clearly visible through the wet material. She gently ran her finger tips over her panty covered pussy, and feeling the cream seeping out. She brought one finger up to her tiny clit and rubbed the sensitive bud through her panties. Her hips instinctively scooted forward in the desk trying to increase the pressure she was putting on her button, but she quickly pulled her finger away not wanting to come too soon. She ran her finger up and down her pussy from top to bottom, as her cream continued to flow. Kelly was producing so much cream that the seat of the desk was wet, and so was her butt. Her scent filled the whole room. Kelly again looked up at Mr. Baxter, and he looked bored with Kellys little display. She was getting angry with Mr. Baxters could care less attitude. She wanted him to really notice her, and really see what she was doing. Instead he looked at her like he was a zombie.
Kelly ran her whole hand down her panty covered pussy, using all four fingers to stroke herself. Her legs automatically began to open and close over her hand, as she rubbed herself through her panties. Every now and then her hips would lift off the seat putting more pressure on her hand, and increasing the friction on her pussy. But Kelly pulled her hand away, she was blocking the view of her panties and her pussy from Mr. Baxter. Who was still just sitting there dumbly watching Kelly as she masturbated. Kellys aggravation was growing with Mr. Baxter. She didn't want to come too soon but, she wanted to maybe shock Mr. Baxter so he would finally notice what she was doing. This fantasy was getting stranger by the minute, and every minute that passed Kelly was getting more turned on. And she knew she wouldn't be able to hold her orgasm off much longer. And Kelly could hear the janitors in the next room vacuuming the carpet, and she knew they would be coming to this classroom next. She didn't have much time left to finish this very unusual fantasy.
Kelly reached up to the waistband of her panties and slid her fingers down her smooth lips, and slowly slid one finger inside her pussy. She slowly slid that finger in and out of herself, going deeper with each stroke. She could hear the squishing noise as she pushed the finger inside pussy, and that noise was driving her crazy. Kelly added another finger along side the first, so she had two fingers sliding in and out of her soaking pussy. The squishy noises increased, and so did Kellys horniness. Those squishy noises always drove Kelly wild when she masturbated, and she knew that Mr. Baxter could hear them to. She also knew that Mr. Baxter could clearly see her fingers working their magic under her soaking panties. Kelly didn't even bother looking at Mr. Baxter anymore, she was concentrating to hard on her pending orgasm and didn't care what his reaction was.
Kelly slid her other hand down inside her wet panties, so she could stimulate her clit. She ran one finger in along side the other two already inside her pussy to collect some of her cream for lubrication. Then brought that wet finger up to her sensitive little button and began to rub it slowly, as she continued to slide her other fingers in and out of her pussy. Kellys slippery finger moved easily over her hard little clit, making it more and more sensitive. And with both hands working inside her soaking and transparent panties,it had to be a very erotic sight for Mr. Baxter. Kellys fingers were now a blur on her tender pussy, and her legs opening and closing at their own will. Every time her legs closed it put more pressure on the finger rubbing her clit, and drove the two fingers in her slick pussy deeper. Squishy noises and girl scent filled the classroom. Kelly started to use two fingers on her clit that was a raw bundle of nerves, and it was driving her over the edge. Her legs clamped shut one last time, and her hips thrust into the air lifting the desk right off the floor. Kellys orgasm was explosive.
She slowly pulled both hands from her panties, raised them to her lips and licked her fingers clean. When she was done she opened her eyes, Mr. Baxter was gone. Except for Kelly the classroom was totally empty, just like when she came in. It was like waking up from a dream, did it really happen or not. When Kelly got up from her desk her panties were absolutely soaked and she didn't want to wear them home, and she had an idea. She slipped off her very wet panties and walked behind Mr. Baxters desk, opened the center drawer and dropped her panties in. As she walked out of the classroom she wondered if Mr. Baxter would know who's panties they were, what would he think, and what would he do with them? When she was back in the hall Kelly saw the janitors leaving the classroom next door, they gave her a strange look because she was still in school long after it closed. And Kelly knew they couldn't help but smell her intoxicating aroma in Mr. Baxters room while they were cleaning it. What would they think when they saw the desk she was sitting in, with the very wet seat. Would they know that she just masturbated herself to a glorious orgasm, right in front of Mr. Baxters desk?
Happy Valentines Day, Mr. Baxter!
