Chapter 10

It was three weeks into the school year and the abnormal heat wave was continuing. Heather was taking art again as the last subject of the day, long after her other classes were over. It became clear from the first day of the semester that Traci, her professor, the was trying to get her attention. Heather had made it a point to sit in the first row.

Traci was starting to wear very sexy clothes to class. Low cut blouses and short skirts to show off her very long, tapered legs and nice ankles. Her chest was full and was the billowy type that shimmered as she walked, each boob taking on a life of its own as she moved. Heather noticed that from time to time Traci would walk around with a bounce in her step that was a little more than absolutely necessary, particularly right in front of her seat. She would cast sideways glances at Heather to see if she was looking, which of course she was.

Heather did in fact find Traci very attractive and a turn on, but was unsure how to proceed, given this was her professor. Finally, she decided that if Traci was going to tease her with a tits and ass show each day, she could play the game as well. She'd see just how hot she could get Traci and try to force her to make the first move.

The next day, having planned her approach, she wore a very short black leather skirt and a very shear pullover top that just barely covered her uplifted boobs. Over that, she pulled a blouse. In art class, she unbuttoned the front of the blouse, but kept it closed. Traci arrived in her hottest outfit yet. It was a shear white silk blouse that bordered on being transparent except for two strategic pockets that were mostly failing in their attempt to cover her ample chest. Her dark nipples were still faintly visible. She had on jeans that were skin tight, sat low on her hips and were creased deeply into her crotch. The boys in the class were whispering amongst themselves even more than usual.

Heather, as usual, found Traci's bouncing breasts turning her on as Traci walked around getting ready to lecture. Finally, she came up to the podium in front of Heather, gave her a warm smile and started class. About ten minutes into the class, Heather casually pulled her blouse back to reveal to Traci her own wonderful, firm tits, swelling against the straining fabric, separated and surging out, offering themselves to Traci. Moments later, looking up from her notes, Traci caught sight of the straining tits only four feet from her. Her heart skipped a beat and she lost her place in the lecture and fumbled

around for her notes. Memories of how that wonderful tit had felt in her hand a few weeks ago during that chance encounter came flooding back. Heather leaned forward to block the class's view and began to trace her finger round and round her nipples. Soon, they were swelling and sticking up. Traci, trying to keep her composure, began to talk a little faster and her voice went up slightly in pitch.

Soon, Heather had both tits standing up like miniature mountains and she leaned back and took a slow deep breath. They seemed to open up and reach out to Traci, who was in deeper trouble now, constantly loosing her place and having to repeat herself. Heather continued to pretend she was taking notes and hanging on every word. Traci had a line of sweat standing on her lip and her hand was shaking slightly as she continued to lecture. Try as she might, her eyes kept coming back to Heather's chest like a magnet. She suddenly realized that her own nipples were very tight, and glancing down, saw that they were sticking out like thumbs, dark and now very visibly tenting through the sheer blouse. Her pussy was also swelling in response to her growing arousal and even the slightest movement in her jeans was now rubbing her turgid clit, sending waves of heat through her belly and electric shocks up her spine. She was shifting from one foot to the other, her clit responding with waves of pleasure. Boys in the back of the class were staring now at her chest, their own cocks beginning to strain in their jeans. Concentration on book art in the class was going down rapidly, that was for sure. The other girls in the class could sense something was going on, but didn't know what. It was clear that the teacher was really putting on a real show up front.

Heather continued to casually tease her nipples when no one was looking, arousing herself mightily in the process. The minutes ticked away and the class stumbled from one artist to another with Traci starting and stopping.

About one minute from the end of the class, Heather leaned back in the chair, slid down slowly to the end of the seat, and, with Traci now staring, slowly opened her legs. Her skirt had slid all the way up to the top of her thighs. As her legs separated, the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear became instantly visible. Her own swollen twat separated and the lips opened out like the petals of a flower, offering her juicy wet pussy to Traci. Her clit, swollen magnificently to over two inches, lifted into full view like a young boys cock and stood proudly, twitching as sensual shocks traveled back and forth up Heather's spine.

Traci looked down at Heather's cunt, opened to her and began to stammer and babble, her concentration finally totally blown. Her notes were a blur to her and she just stopped talking and stood trying to shuffle her notes and regain control of her swimming senses. The bell sounded and the students packed up and left, looking wonderingly at each other and shaking their heads. Heather quickly pulled her blouse together blouse and stood up, books held strategically in front of her. As she walked by Traci, she gave her a warm smile, a wink, and bounced out of the room. Traci stood rooted as though transfixed. Moments after Heather left, and still planted at the lectern in the now empty classroom, she continued shifting from one leg to another with her clit on fire. Her belly tightened and her breath caught in a grunt and she came, head down, nostrils flared, hands gripping the edges of the lectern, eyes closed. Hips jerking spasmodically to the waves of lust pulsing through her, she came twice more in rapid succession, her crotch turning dark with come as it poured from her, as it always did. It was another ten minutes before she gathered herself together well enough to pick up the scattered papers and walk back to her office.

Heather headed for the nearest girls' room and let herself into a stall. She got herself off twice in seconds. Yes, two could play this game. The only question was, who was winning?

Heather only teased Traci once or twice after that. Heather was always able to get the upper hand and once Traci had to end the class early to hide her arousal. The effect was that Traci rarely wore super revealing clothes to class anymore and things settled down to a uneasy truce. But Traci never made the move Heather hoped for.

In the Fall, Heather came into the upstairs art studio late one Saturday to work on a painting. Traci wandered in and, spotting Heather working, came over. There was tension between them, but Traci did nothing overt. Heather ran out of paint and Traci volunteered that she had some more in the center drawer of her desk and Heather should help herself. The other students had packed and left by now as Heather went up and reached over and opened the drawer. Spotting a tube of paint, she stretched over to get it, but it slipped out of her grip and bounced under the desk too far for her to reach. She went around and found the paint had gone all the way to the very front of the desk, which was an old wooden one and was solid to the floor on the front and sides. Heather got on her hands and knees and went under the desk to get the paint.

At the precise moment Heather ducked under the desk, Traci had come over and went around to see what was going on. Just then, the head professor of the art department came in with a tall stack of folders under his arm. A crotchety man, not very attractive, Traci was terrified of him. He twice had suggested she was entirely too casual in her relationships with her students, wore suggestive clothing, but had stopped short of actually suggesting she had affairs with them. She didn't know if her actually had any evidence about the affairs, but she HAD been dressing very erotically all semester. As he had great power within the faculty, she didn't dare do anything overt to antagonize him and force the question into the open.

In a split instant, Traci feared that if Heather came out from under the desk, the professor would have what he thought were the goods on her. Traci pulled up her chair and slid up to the desk, trapping Heather underneath. In the suddenly dim light, Heather could hear the professor's voice and sized up the situation quickly.

He was saying they were going to have to go over all these folders and no, they couldn't do it later. It had been put off too many times. Heather, realizing they might be hours, noiselessly twisted herself into an Indian squat, facing Traci, head down slightly.

There, she was facing directly into Traci's twat, totally exposed to her because Traci had slid in with her legs open to allow room for Heather, and now, couldn't possibly close them again. In addition, Traci had pulled herself up tight to the desk to block any possible view the old man might have underneath. She could feel Heather's breath on her thighs and, in spite of her instinctive fear of exposure, found her pussy tingling.

It was almost ten minutes before Heather finally succumbed to temptation and the warm smell of a hot pussy and began to slowly stoke Traci's legs with her fingers. Traci began to panic at the thought of this young girl playing with her lower parts while the professor was at the desk, but could think of no way to stop it without exposing herself to his wrath. She steeled herself and tried to concentrate on what he was saying.