Cafeteria Lasagna (Patreon)

Merrill Douglas waited in line in the cafeteria.  The staff scooped a chunk of what the school called lasagna onto a plastic dish and handed it to him.  He took the plate and a can of coke and paid for the meal.  But he wasn't going to eat it here.  He had too much work to do.  The cafeteria was too noisy.  he took his meal to his classroom placed it on his desk and sat down.  He had about an hour and ten minutes to eat his meal and prepare his next lesson.

It was the middle of the school day.  A time when Douglas didn't have any students for two periods in a row: his lunch period and his prep period.

Douglas got down to work while he scooped lasagna into his mouth.  In the quiet of his empty classroom, he would have plenty of time to finish his lesson plan.

There was a knock at the door.  It was Jamie Anderson.  She was fifteen and a student in his third-period class.  He walked over to the door.  He didn't want her to enter his room though.  He was busy and it wasn't a good idea for students to be alone in a room with a teacher., especially this student.

Jamie was only fifteen, but she started to develop early.  She had reached the peak of her beauty early.  She had firm round D-cup breasts, wide hips, firm thighs, and was very sexy.  Merrill knew this wouldn't last.  She was big-boned, so her waist would eventually grow.  Her waist/hip combination which was now well proportioned would grow to make her look just plain big.  Her breasts would continue to grow and start to sag.  Cellulite would make her thighs jiggle.  It was all downhill from here.

But for now, she was the hottest girl at the school and she wore apparel to emphasize that fact.  Her dress had a deep U-neck which showed more of the tops of her breasts than she should in this school.  Her skirts were too tight and too short.  She wore heels that were too high.  She was getting all the wrong types of attention from boys and even older men.  She was still fifteen and quite naive.

"Hello, Jamie.  What can I do for you!"

"You did this to me!" she accused.

Merrill had never been anything but nice to the girl.  He never commented on her appearance or dress.  It was best not to say anything.  The student might get the wrong idea and the teacher could get into trouble.

"What are you talking about?  I never did anything to you."

"This," she used her hands to indicate her body.  "You made me this way."

"You are upset.  I can see that, but I didn't do anything to you.  I'm your teacher.  I think it would be better if you just left."

"I'm not leaving until you fix this."

Jamie moved forward into the room.  Merrill not wanting to make contact with her stepped backward.

Merrill was completely perplexed.  "What do you want from me?"

"You did this to me.  You made me this way.  You knew that you couldn't make it with your mind.  So you stole mine.  You made me into eye candy."

"I didn't.  I mean I couldn't.  I don't know what you want from me."

"Go over there and take off your clothes!"  Jamie told Merrill what she wanted.  She indicated an area in the room that couldn't be seen from the hall.  She closed the door behind her.

"I will do no such..." Merrill didn't mind stepping backward, but when he loosened and then removed his tie without meaning to, he was flabbergasted.

"We are going to fix things.  We are going to make it right.  I won't be like this anymore."

Once his tie was removed, Merrill started to unbutton his vest and remove it.  He was trying to stop, but he got distracted when he saw that Jamie was also removing her clothing.  She unfastened the hook-n-eye in the back of her dress and then pulled down the zipper in the back.  When she slipped her shoulders out of the cold shoulder sleeves, Merrill started to freak out.  Soon Jamie was topless except for her bra.  A moment later she was stepping out of the dress completely.

All the while, Merrill completed unbuttoning his shirt and was starting to unbutton and unzip his slacks.  He used his right foot to force the shoe off his left foot.  But the vision of Jamie fearlessly getting undressed in front of him was his immediate concern.  He was both terrified and aroused at the same time.  This only happened in stories in dirty magazines (and stories on Patreon websites ;-)

"You have to stop!  We have to stop!" Merrill demanded.  Jamie paid him no heed.

Merrill tried to look away, but he couldn't.  Somewhere in his subconscious, he had wished for such a thing.  He didn't condone it, but he couldn't help how he was feeling.

Jamie might have been wearing sexier apparel than Merrill, but she was also wearing less of it too.  She was naked before he was.

Merrill looked away when he took notice that Jamie had shaved her bush.  The information he should never know about any of his students.

Jamie took steps closer to Merrill and handed him her apparel.  Merrill tried to hide his privates with his hands.  His penis wasn't flaccid anymore.  It hadn't been for some time.

"Put this on!"

"You want me to wear this?"

"They're yours.  Put them on."

"No, they aren't!"

"No use in denying it."

Merrill couldn't help himself, he fetched the neon green thong from the pill and pulled it up his legs and into place.  It didn't cover his penis very well and it gave him a wedgie in the back.  He put his arms through the straps of the push-up bra.  There weren't any breasts to 'push-up' not that that mattered.  He stepped into the dress and pulled it up his torso.  The hem barely covered his thighs.  Even less so than on Jamie.  He fastened the hook-n-eye closure at the neck  and then reached behind him to pull up the zipper.  It left more of his back exposed, including his bra strap.  Except for shoes, he was dressed exactly as Jamie had been.

He thought that once he had one of the heels sandals his outfit would be completed.  But there was more:  earrings, necklaces, and rings.  Finally, at Jamie's insistence, he covered his face with way too much makeup.  (Just as Jamie used to wear.)  He had to fetch the required cosmetics from his purse.

The change of period bell sounded and Jamie told him, "You can go now.  You don't want to be late for your next class."

Merrill instinctively took Jamie's purse and book bag and left his former room.

Jamie wasn't finished.  She sat back at Merrill's desk and took out a wet nap to clean the makeup off her face.  Then she finished her lasagna and got back to work.  She only had 40 minutes before the next class would arrive.

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