The Student Teacher's Anatomy: Part 3

Been away this weekend, so this part is going up a day late. To compensate, Part 4 is already scheduled for tomorrow night!

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Hey, I need to talk to you really quickly this morning during your planning period.

That’s the email that I woke up to which somehow made me feel even worse than I had leaving school yesterday. After the students left class, I didn’t even have time to do damage control with those messages sent from my phone before Simmons had me back up at the front of the room for two more demonstrations.

Almost forty more students saw me exposed, but at least I got to keep my whitey tighties on for them- not that they were really doing their job. I’d done so much nervous sweating that the fabric was pretty much transparent anyway. I could feel it suctioned to the globes of my ass whenever I had to turn around, and I knew that even more photos were being taken.

My taut and muscular chest, after years of playing soccer, was glistening from the sweat that was matting down my trimmed, dark chest hair. My legs, even though they were solid from a run every day after school, were shaking ever so slightly as waves of humiliation hit me every time I caught eye contact with someone.

Finally, the end of the day bell rang, and I grabbed an extra lab coat from a cabinet, waited until the students were gone, and ran to my car without saying another word to Simmons. I’d spent the rest of the night responding to text messages from my friends- 26 in total had gotten pictures of me naked in front of the class. Most were understanding, but I still half expected to log onto my social media and see one of the photos posted there.

Somehow, I was able to fall into a deep sleep, but any relief faded as I saw that email upon waking up. I knew I was toast- they’d be firing me today, sending me back to my college to redo my student teaching. Dressing quickly, I hurried to school to be able to get inside before any students could try and talk to me. Simmons had his planning at the beginning of the day, so at least I’d get this meeting done quickly without worrying about it all day. Hiding in his room as he seemed to think nothing of exposing my naked body yesterday, I finally had to walk into Ms. Grander’s office.

She was a severe woman that I had only talked to twice before, but never like this. She was probably in her forties, but a diet of spite and daily exercise of yelling at teenagers kept her with a trim figure. As I sat down in front of her, I had to wait for her to finish typing up an email as she peered over her glasses. Finally, dropping them onto the desk in front of her, she looked over to address me.

Andrew, can I call you Andrew? We have an issue.

Yes ma’am, I completely understand, and I-

Let me stop you there. The issue is not you getting naked yesterday.

It’s not?

No, Brian Simmons is a lonely horndog whose wife is on the school board so we can't fire him. He likes younger men, and if any of the other science teachers would have agreed to take a student teacher, you’d be with them. No, the issue is actually in our art classroom.

I felt my muscles relax as I slumped into the chair- I wasn’t being fired.

Now, while we cannot ignore the incident yesterday, I can see clearly that you weren’t completely opposed to exposing yourself?

No ma’am, I was so embarrassed!

Then why is your fly undone right now? I can see those baby blue boxers loud and clear.

Looking at my crotch, I saw that I’d forgotten to zip up my pants in my rush this morning. My pants were gaping open, and as I looked at my boxers, I even saw a hint of skin showing between a gap in the fabric. I was one move away from exposing my dick again in school.

Totally an accident, I said as I frantically zipped them up and put my hands down to cover my lap, it won’t happen again. I even wore a much tighter belt today.

Even if that’s true, I still need a favor from you. Well, I guess you can call it a favor even if you can’t say no.

Anything- I’ll do anything.

Perfect- I love how willing you are to help out. I wasn’t sure if my ears were deceiving me, but there seemed to be a slight growl in Grander’s voice that made me glad that my crotch was concealed. This is the first year we’re offering art to our junior college students, and the teacher is trying to find assignments that are more mature and advanced. She would like a live model for her class later today. If you’ll agree, you’ll get to skip Simmons’ classes with a note from me.

This was perfect. I’d get another day to avoid the stares from all of the students that had seen me naked.

I’ll do it.

Perfect- her first class is third period, and she’ll have a robe for you there.

Robe?

Oh will you not need one? I thought you’d want to cover up a little before you have to be nude for her classes.

I tried to stammer out some objection, but I’d been tricked. She never said that I’d be modeling nude until after I agreed. There was a knock on the door before I could even speak, and she was already gesturing for me to leave.

Andrew, I have another meeting coming up, but we really are so happy that you’re at our school this semester.

The last thing I saw before she closed the door on me was a gleam in her eyes, and this time, I knew I didn’t imagine it.