THE ESSAY CHAPTER 3

*** "Briddy, please wait a minute,” I said as soon as the bell rung. Until I actually spoke those words, I was not sure I would go through with my plan. Briddy waved goodbye to her friends and stood at her desk while the rest of the class filed out. Since my free period was next, no students would be arriving while we talked, which gave me maybe five minutes before she had to scurry to her next class. “I have an essay that came in with no name…” I started, but Briddy shook her head. “I put my name on mine, Mr. Luci. I know I did. It’s about cooking Thanksgiving dinner after my mom… was gone.” “I have that one. The one without a name was with yours, and everyone else turned one in as well. Further, the writing style is a lot like yours, with many of the same… issues with structure.” I had almost said ‘mistakes’, although I tired to avoid that word with my students. “What’s it about,” the girl asked, and if she had written the essay in questions, she was giving a credible performance of innocence. “It is more intimate in nature,” I said, handing her the essay. Her eyes went wide at the title, then she started to read. As she did so, I noted a red creeping into her cheeks and then down her neck. I found myself pondering whether it reached her breasts, a thought that made me all too aware that my penis had stiffened a little. “Okay, I admit it,” Briddy said in a small voice after she had read maybe half the essay. “This is mine. I just wanted to… I don’t know. I wrote it first, and I liked it, but I knew I shouldn’t turn it in. But I wanted you to read it. So, I threw it in with my other one. I didn’t think you’d figure out it was me. I should have stuck it on the bottom or something.” “Well, since it is your work, I’m giving it back to you. I think that is for the best.” I did not tell her that I had scanned a copy into my personal computer at home. “I guess,” she shrugged, her large, brown eyes staring up at me. “But did you wonder why I wanted you to read it?” “I… I don’t know.” “Maybe I wanted you to catch me. To confront me. Maybe that’s why I didn’t put it on the bottom of the pile.” “Why would you want that?” “To get you thinking about me like that, imagining me being forced to deepthroat my creepy neighbor because he caught me with my tits out.” Briddy’s words, and the intense look on her cute features, made me hyperaware of the open classroom door and the students still passing by on their way to their next classes. “You should probably head to your next class,” I said, turning a bit and hoping the girl could not see my crotch. My penis was at that point more than a little stiff. “Or we could close the door,” she countered, her eyes holding a challenge. “I bet no one could see us if we went in the supply closet.” “It’s not a very big closet,” I replied, the words banal to my own ears. The size was not the issue. “I bet’s it big enough for me to get on my knees and…” I rushed to close the classroom door, not caring if Briddy saw my erection. For her part, the girl headed to the closet door, just left of my desk. After locking the main door, I followed. Briddy had already shed her sweater and knelt on the floor, a pink bra revealing as much creamy white cleavage as it hid. She ginned up at me as I gaped. I took a step closer, moving all the way into the small space. Briddy’s grin widened, and she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. When it fell away, I stared at her full, high, pert breasts, marveling at their defiance of gravity. In a couple of years, they would start to sag a little, although no doubt still be magnificent.
But in that moment, they stood proud and undaunted, topped with small pink areolas and nipples. “You like, Mr. Luci?” she giggled, giving her chest a little shimmy and setting her glorious bosom shaking. “Yeah,” I grunted, reduced to primitive, guttural expression. Reaching down, I palmed her breasts, feeling the small, firm nipples press against my hands. The girl groaned and thrust her chest forward. I concentrated on her thickening nipples, rolling both lightly. A slight whimper preceded another moan, this one longer and lower. Without warning. to be continued.......