Maxime had seen enough of Marc’s cruelty yesterday so she decided to come early and to try to get a seat at another table. She performed her morning routine with extra vigilance, to make the best out of her appearance to be stunning – who of the boys could deny her? She bathed with a light vanilla perfume and used an extra hair conditioner. For the first time in her life, she waxed the hairs on her legs and pulled superfluous hairs from her face, which was more painful than she expected. Afterward, she used a body lotion to cream her full body with gentle strokes. She took extra care for her boobs and while rubbing them she remembered how Jake had looked at her, with lust in his eyes, after he had taken the opportunity to look down onto her breasts. She squeezed the nipples which he must have seen through her dress and exhausted a first little moaning. The pressure between her legs started pulsating and her creamy hand started moving down to gently rub her vulva. A second moaning released itself from her mouth and she started rubbing her center which sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her other hand came to assist by pulling her lips apart so that her center was more exposed to the rubbing. Her moaning increased and before she could realize what happened her tunnel pulsated, sending ruptures through her body and she groaned ecstatically in her first orgasm. Afterward, the afterglow of happiness let her finish her preparation joy- and peacefully.
When Jake arrived at the classroom building, Maxime welcomed him at the entrance where she must have been waiting for him. She looked stunning today, her brown hair was shining as was her whole appearance, wearing extensive silver jewelry. The white blouse and blue jeggings fitted tightly to her chest and her lower and upper legs, attenuating her waist. She greeted him cheerfully and sweetly talked about how well he handled the situation of the chair yesterday, which she found remarkable because he is new in the class as her and because she felt insecure about how to carry herself sometimes. He said she had good manners and looked beautiful so she would not have any problems and the fact that she questions herself is the best starting point to adapt. Just before they reached the classroom, Maxime gently touched his forearm and asked him in the sweetest voice she could muster: “Sir Jake, may I sit at your table?! I would be very grateful and I promise that I will assist you as well as I can.”
Jake felt a bit played and he didn’t like that. On the other hand, he has put an eye on Maxime since the beginning and she even appeared more beating today. He needed to buy time to make a good decision. “Please make a little circle there but turn around slowly” he pointed a few meters away on the ground and she quickly walked, almost jumped, to the spot. “Here?” – “Yes.” She turned around slowly, slightly ratcheting, slow enough that he could have a good view on her round apple butt, pressing against the blue cloth. He felt the arousal raise in him again but he was not satisfied by the movement. “One more time but this time more smoothly.” She turned around with a nice slow movement, satisfying his expectations. “Was it like you wished this time?” She asked with a small curtsy for him. “Yes, it was good… Just one thing.” – “Yes, what is it?” If he had known the troubles to come from this decision he would have asked for a higher price. “I want that you show me the same respect off the table as on the table.” She didn’t have to think much and excitedly said “Yes, Sir Jake!” And she imprinted a little kiss on his cheeks, leaving him a little baffled.
Without thinking, Maxime rushed into the classroom in front of Jake, just to notice that all three girls’ seats were occupied. She stopped abruptly and looked to Jake, questioningly. This was the point he forgot in his calculations. Now he had to dismiss one of the other girls… He demanded all of them to step up. “You have not asked for permission to sit here today.” Luisa, Lea, and Valerie stood up a little peeved, unsure what to say. “I have promised Maxime a seat on my table today, but I have only three seats, so one of you has to go. Valerie, unfortunately, it’s you, I can’t sit with two new prospects and I need to learn from Lea and Luisa how are the customs here.” – “Please don’t send me to Marc!” Valerie cried out fearfully. “He is a bully and will rip me to pieces. Please don’t be so cruel.” Jake was moved but he couldn’t do anything, regretting how he got into this. “I can do it!” Luisa proclaimed, earning unbelieving looks from Lea. “I can cope with this guy. He thinks he is the sergeant but I’m the lioness and I will eat him for lunch!” A glimpse of hope rose in Valerie’s face. “This would be so great! But then still Jake has us two newbies on his hands.” A plan appeared in Jake’s mind: “Valerie, you could sit with Nils.” She looked at him questioning: “Yes but he already has three girls sitting at his table… who would switch their seat with me then?” Smirkingly, he noted: “I’m quite optimistic that Fabienne will change.” They put their heads together and came up with a plan, how to convince Nils. Lea will walk to Nils with Valerie in tow, asking him if he would take care of her in exchange with Fabienne.
Just then, Luisa grabbed her bag and walked off to Marc. Stopped at the last moment by Jake: “Where are you going?” – “I’m going to Marc, we’re finished here.” – “Don’t you want to ask for permission to leave the table before?” – “You’re not my guardian, this is just the fucking pre-week, back off.” Maxime who had the feeling that she had to make up for bringing Jake into all this trouble intervened: “But we have to obey the guardian at the table, especially asking for a seat or to be dismissed.” Luisa looked for support from Lea, but she just confirmed the facts. Gruntingly, she threw her bag on the ground and sat down on her chair. Jake couldn’t let this pass unpunished: “I didn’t allow you to go nor to sit down, you should apologize.” As was Luisa’s style, she stood up grunting and mumbled an apology: “Sorry for upsetting you.” Jake asked her to stand in front of him and to apologize with her hands on her thighs. She made the step forward and held her hands down: “Sorry!” He twisted her both nipples strongly in his fingers through her shirt. “Ouch! Sorry!” Jake thought this would be the culture of punishments but only now because he backed up Marc’s nipple squeezing it became commonly applied. – “Sorry for what?!” – “Sorry for walking away unapologized and for sitting down unrequested!” He let her go: “Ok, now stay here until I tell you otherwise.” She muttered something unintelligible but stayed put for the moment.
Luisa’s scream caught Mr. Peter’s attention, who asked Jake: “What’s going on at your table?” – “We have a bit of an overcrowding and we’re sorting it out right now.” After listening to their plan, Mr. Peters sent Nils and Valerie outside so that Nils could examine by himself and decide. Nevertheless, he started with the lesson about rehearsals. When the door closed behind Nils and Valerie, first there was an uncomfortable silence. “So you’re expelled from your seat?!” She explained to him: “Maxime convinced Jake to let her sit on his table, but he wouldn’t have two newbies and I have to go. And I would like to sit at your table.” Without hesitation, he dictated his first request: “Show me your heels.” Even though his request took her by surprise, she lifted her left leg and held up her black loafers with the tiny block-heels, obviously lower than required for seniors. “Are they too small?” Nils lifted one eyebrow: “Like this, I wouldn’t let you sit at my table.” He made a pause and asked: “What is your shoe size?” – “38.” – “Perfect, that’s the same size as Samantha. Go and ask her to come out. Samantha is the black-haired with the black heels, not the blonde with the big boobs.”
When Valerie entered the classroom, she was afraid of what people would ask her, but everyone was busy with their positions. Jake smiled at her in the passing, while the three girls, Lea, Luisa, and Maxime had their gazes lowered, standing side-by-side in front of him. She looked for Nils’ table and when she found it in the upper right corner, she noticed that Mr. Peters was standing there, with a huge tent in his pants. He had two girls lined up in front of him and corrected the hip position of the blonde one with his hands. This must be Helene, with the truly remarkable boobs stretching her shirt. She seemed to be enjoying the grip of Mr. Peters, ostensibly being undisturbed by his present state. Samantha was the girl standing upright by her side… “Uhm, Mr. Peters? I have a request from Nils.”
Mr. Peters let his hands go off Helene’s hips and mustered Valerie. He didn’t react to her request but followed his plan to put Samantha in her place. He forwent his usual constraint of no-touching the students and took her chin with thumb and index finger to help her lower her gaze. Samantha disliked the touch but she knew that he was right, the attentive position includes the lowered face. Mr. Peters turned again to Valerie: “How can I help you?” – “Nils sent me asking to take Samantha outside.” – “For what reason?” – “We need her to discuss.. my request to sit at Nils’ table.” Mr. Peters was not really finished with Samantha but picked up the opportunity to have some time with Helene on his own, even though half the class was peeking looks from time to time. Samantha was relieved when Mr. Peters nodded at Valerie to take her away, so she walked out dedicatedly.
Helene on the other hand was excited about the possibility to be alone with Mr. Peters. A burst of joy went through her when she noticed that he looked at her piercingly. She became red in her face and looked down at herself if there was something wrong with her dress but when she noticed that his eyebrows clinched, she gathered herself and stretched up to fill her position. Helene feared that he would walk away, leaving her alone and wanting – so she asked him – now that he had his valuable time – how else she could improve her pose. Mr. Peters came a little closer, rubbing his beard on his chin. “The pose is not the problem, I see you’re well stretched. It’s your attitude which is concerning me. Why did you look down on yourself?” – “I… I thought there was some dirt on my clothes, you – Sir – you looked at me so piercingly so that I thought something was wrong with me…” Mr. Peters enjoyed having her in his hands like this, to feel her squirming by his words, like a white bunny gripped by a mighty snake. He enjoyed her vulnerability and how she opened her blue eyes in the freckled face which was still carrying some baby bacon around her chin, so he decided to give his play a more direct push. “I was just looking at your body and I was mesmerized by your waist and hips.” Helene couldn’t take it anymore and outright had to hide her face in her hands, even though she knew she was not allowed to. Mr. Peters couldn’t let her get off the hook that quickly so he took both her forearms down beside her waist for the waitress position, feeling her smooth flesh on the inside of his wrists and pressing her trembling arms against her outer breasts. Again, she tried to hide her fully reddened face, by looking to the side and ultimately looking down, drops of sweat evaporating her front. Before she closed her eyes to hide in darkness, she saw the tent in his pants, now only centimeters away from her and a tremble rippled from her center through her whole body by the thought that it could touch her. Mr. Peters felt her melting in his arms and smelled her odor, her chest lifting and lowering by her deep breaths. He whispered with his deepest voice: “You’re sensual and beguiling, a mussel waiting to open up.” She answered trembling: “Thank you, Sir, you’re also very handsome.” She smiled now that she said it and felt the relief of her secret being exposed. “Are you ready to become a woman?” – “Yes, Sir” she whispered joyfully. “I want you to open your eyes and say that one more time.” Helene opened her blue eyes, looked directly into his, and vocalized her desire: “I am ready to become a woman, Sir!” All tension left her body and she fell into his arms, forgetting where she was and everything in the world.
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