Capítulo 6: She might be stupid, and Clumsy.
Jenna curled up in the office chair and wept as she thought about what had just happened. She was forced to lick the vagina of a minor girl in the hallway! "My gawd, what was this place?" she sniveled to herself. How did she ever let that happen? She was an adult and the girl was 13. "But it was scary," she told herself, "there were three of them...and they were angry...and big." Her mouth and face still ached from the 'incident', she still couldn't call for what it was...rape. Just the thought of it sent shivers up her spine. She didn't want that to ever happen again. Her hair was a mess and she looked disheveled. Even though the abusive teen had told her not to wash her face, she made up her mind to do so anyway. She felt so dirty and violated that she just wanted to wash the whole incident away. She decided to take a shower and clean herself.
She looked around the office for a towel and found a clean one in a cabinet next to the office door. She took the towel and held it close to her chest as she looked around the locker room to make sure no one else was there. She still felt really jumpy. She wondered why the teachers didn't have their own shower. She felt a little uncomfortable being forced to use the girl's shower room, but she needed to get clean. She pulled off her blouse, dropped her skirt and stepped out of her shoes before prancing across the room to the shower stalls.
It was a pretty long way from the office to the shower stalls and Jenna's feet were cold by the time she stepped into the small room with six showerheads, three on each side. She stood under the middle one and turned the water on. She squealed as the ice cold water cascaded down her chest and she jumped out its path. She held her hand under the water until it became hot, when she stepped under its flow.
The water warmed her body and she felt its instant relaxing effect. She dipped her face under the streaming liquid and washed her face with both hands. She wet her hair and just stood there and enjoyed the encapsulation of its warmth.
Jenna slowly ran her hands along her body, massaging her sore skin and washing away the effects of her earlier transgressions. She tried not to dwell on them, but the memory was still too ripe. She still felt afraid. She questioned herself again and again on how it all happened. She must have played a role in it somehow. Things like that just don't 'happen' she reasoned. What was it that she did to bring it on? Why did those girls choose her to act out on?
Jenna stayed under the water for several minutes, just thinking. She still felt the fear. Her tormentors had scared her for life, she was sure of it. She shut off the water and looked for her towel. "Oh damn," she said to herself. She'd left it in the office. She covered her breasts with her arm and her vagina with her other hand and peered around the corner past the lockers and into the office. The coast was clear so she scooted along the tiled floor being careful not to slip.
Just then the locker room door opened and chatting, giggling girls streamed in. Jenna froze midway between the office and the showers. Suddenly the cackling group of students went silent with a collective gasp and just stared. Both Jenna and the girls seemed frozen in time for what seemed an eternity. Both stood wide-eyed and statue-like. No one knew what to do.
Jenna felt as though she'd just been caught in one of those weird dreams where she was naked at school, only this was real. She felt like passing out as she stood meagerly covering herself.
The girls didn't know what to do either. Most were shocked, either by their disbelief or their fortune.
Finally after what seemed like forever, Jenna broke for the glass-enclosed office. Her breasts bounced wildly as she tried in vain to cover them.
The girls nudged each other, giggled and pointed as they watched their new teacher bound across the floor for the office. All eyes were glued to the blonde beauty as she bounced into the office and desperately tried to find the towel. They laughed aloud at her frantic search for a towel, even though they could all clearly see it on the cabinet.
Jenna had abandoned trying to cover herself as she searched for the towel. Her nakedness was there for everyone to see, but she didn't care. Finally she saw the towel and grabbed it to cover herself. She held the small bath towel in front of her, as it didn't even wrap around her and gasp her first gulp of air. Her heart was pounding furiously and she felt flushed. Her freshly cleaned body now had a light coat of sweat covering it.
Jenna had to think quickly. Her mind was racing, but no real thoughts were going through. What should she do? Should she ignore what happened and act like it didn't happen? Should she try to explain herself? Should she yell at them?
Jenna glanced up from looking at the floor to see the girls had crowded around the corner office windows and were looking at her like an animal in the zoo. She stood motionless in front of them and tried to think of what to do. All she could think of was getting dressed and quick. She was so humiliated and embarrassed it clouded her judgment. She'd never seen any of her teachers naked while she was in school, not even in gym class. Their smiling faces with excited looks on them surrounded her. Two glass walls lined with girls eagerly peering in watching her every move caused her great distress. How could she possibly get dressed when they were watching her like that? No matter which way she turned, someone would be able to see 'something'.
Jenna's heart sank as she felt the blood sink to her feet. She stood facing the class full of young teens, only frontally covered in a skimpy towel. All she could think of was that she had to get dressed and she grabbed her blouse. With one hand holding the towel to her chest, she tried to slip her arm into the sleeve. The water beads that still clung to her arm made the blouse stick halfway on her arm. She couldn't believe it, what else could go wrong? She raised her arm skyward and tried to shake the blouse down using gravity, but it just stayed there. She sensed the crowd getting antsy as faces exchanged excited looks of anticipation. She wanted to panic and run, but there was nowhere to run. She was trapped like a rat in a cage and her mind was clouded by her predicament. She was focused on getting dressed and that was it. It never crossed her mind that she could just tell the girls to go their lockers and get ready. Instead she chose to risk getting dressed in front of them. It was as if she was telling them that it was okay if they watched her. By not telling them to leave, she gave them permission.
With one arm still in the air and the other holding the towel tightly to her chest, she tried to grab the hanging blouse with her fingers and pull it down her clammy arm. With one final surge she stretched her fingers and tried to pinch the material between two fingers, when her towel fell to the ground. Jenna froze. She stared straight ahead at the crowd of girls wondering, hoping, praying that by some miracle, they hadn't seen.
Much to her chagrin, all the girls were staring back at her wide-eyed and open mouthed. Jenna's stomach turned flip-flops. She didn't know what to do for an instant so she just stood there and let the girls take in all her nakedness. Her large, firm breasts protruded sharply and her soft blonde pubic hair that lightly covered he mound were there for all to see. The shear humiliation paralyzed her.
Finally she ripped the material down her arm and frantically attempted to pull it around her moist back. Once again the material clung to her damp skin and prolonged her efforts to cover herself. Her large breasts rocked side-to-side as she shook the blouse loose and pushed her arm in the other sleeve.
Jenna was gasping for air in disbelief of her difficulties, of all times to struggle getting dressed, why now? She felt the eyes of the students roam her naked body. She could almost feel them like tiny hands touching her...probing her. She repeatedly glanced up at the faces glaring in at her as she fumbled with the buttons.
She grabbed her skirt off the floor, stepped into it and yanked it upward ripping the zipper apart. "Oh no," she gasp, "what now?" She hooked the clasp and tried to make the zipper work but to no avail.
Finally clothed her mind started to function again. She was in gym class and she was the teacher. She needed to get these girls working. "My gawd," she realized, "why didn't I do that in the first place?" She felt like an idiot. Not only had the girls coming into the locker room seen her coming out of the shower, but she LET them watch her get dressed. Why did she do that? That was a dumb decision. Her mind raced again listing the consequences of her actions. She almost felt paralyzed again.
Desperately, Jenna gathered her thoughts and gained her composure. She stepped out of the office to confront the girls.
"Nice show," one girl said.
"Lookin' good," another sang and others giggled and eyed the rumpled beauty. Her blouse, spotted with moisture from her shower and sweating, clung to her skin and changed from white to flesh color. Her breasts were becoming clearer and clearer as the cloth absorbed the dampness.
Jenna wasn't sure what to say and was unaware that her blouse had become a 'wet-T-shirt'. Nor did she know that her nipples were rock hard and that the cool air had caused the change. She stood in the middle of the small class and told the girls to get ready for gym class, as she continued to try and straighten her own clothes out. When she began to tuck her blouse into her skirt the additional pressure on the clasp was too much. It, too, broke and the skirt fell freely to the floor.
Jenna gasp and covered her mouth with her hands. She stood motionless for a moment as she assessed the situation. She saw all the girls eyes drop from her breasts to her crotch. She turned around slowly, verifying that all the girls were looking at her 'down there'. They were. She felt shear humiliation that she was naked from the waist down - again.
She snapped back to reality and covered herself with both hands, one in front, one in back and kicked her skirt back into the office. Why that made a difference she didn't know, but she did it anyway. She couldn't believe what she had done. She had LET these young girls see her naked and then watch her get dressed. She never scolded them or told them to go about their business, which meant she said it was 'okay' for them to see her naked. What had she done? Would she ever get the respect of the class? How should she handle it? Should she tell them to forget what they saw? Would they?
She bent over and picked up her skirt, momentarily forgetting that she was still in full view of the girls watching her outside the office windows and allowing some of them to see her bare ass and pussy at once. As she stood, the murmurings outside reminded her of where she was and she covered herself with her skirt. She pointed to the gym and yelled for the girls to go outside and wait for her there.
Reluctantly the girls went into the gym.
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