Thinking about my teacher trying to stand in front of me and hide his hard-on made me hot, too. Hormone inoculation or no, I felt my sensitive flesh crinkle up and get stiff under my top. Of course, this just made the situation worse. Now, my nipples were trying to poke through the fabric, and the stretchy cloth just molded to them and showed them off better.
I wanted to hide my reaction, but I couldn't think of anything to do that wouldn't look like I was flirting. I decided that the best thing would just be to ignore matters and act innocent.
After a whole class during which he did not look at me again, Mr. Locke sat down at his desk to read our homework assignment from his lesson plan folder. He had just finished when the bell rang and everyone headed for the door.
I lagged behind by the simple subterfuge of pretending that my pen had run dry and I had to get another one from my bag. After that, the room was empty except for Mr. Locke and me. I went over and stood in front of his desk.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Locke." I said, holding my notebook and pen. "My pen ran out. Would you give me those page numbers again?"
Mr. Locke nodded obligingly and opened the folder on his desk and started to read the assignments. I put my spiral notebook on his desk and bent over to write down the numbers as he read them. As soon as my pen touched the pad, he stopped reading. I looked at his face without moving my head or straightening up. He was staring directly at my breasts as they hung down almost to the top of the desk... The scoop neck of my top showed a good bit of my cleavage, especially from this angle. It must have been very distracting for him. I almost interrupted his reverie, but I didn't want to embarrass him any more than I already had.
Instead, I bent over just far enough to let my nipples brush against the top of the desk. Almost instantly, they began to stiffen and the areolas to crinkle with the stimulus. Mr. Locke swallowed hugely, but remained transfixed by my display.
I drew slow circles on the desk with my twin pointers. Mr. Locke's eyes followed every movement. Not wanting to interrupt his fun, I read the rest of the page numbers off his list upside down and wrote them down in my notebook. Even when I had the assignment copied, Mr. Locke did not take his eyes off my breasts. I had never seen someone so mesmerized.
I should have left then, but my devilish streak resurfaced. Instead of straightening up, I bent over and started to slide down onto my knees in front of the desk. I let the edge run against my stomach until it was just below my rib cage and my breasts were practically lying on the desk in front of Mr. Locke. I pushed hard against the edge to force my breasts as far out onto the desk as I could. I didn't need to see it to know that he had an erection. Having him stare at me like that got me hot and this time I let my nipples get as stiff and as hard as they wanted. My areola went past the crinkle stage and puffed up as though they were trying to push through my top.
Seeing my breasts stretched out on the desk really emphasized their large size. Even I was impressed to see them like that, isolated from the rest of me. I had an impulse to pull off my top and to lay them naked before him. The idea brought back the memory of my breasts at the start of the treatment, stretched across the weight bench support, exhibited for viewing by anyone who came into the room. The memory made my nipples feel tingly and warm.
Mr. Locke was clearly appreciating the display, but it was time for lunch and I had an appointment at lunch that I did not want to miss. I tried to think of some gentle way to break his reverie.
"Is it hard?" I asked, in a soft tone of voice.
"Hmmm? What?" he said, still oblivious. "OH! I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Miss Kramer. I don't know what happened to me." He pushed back from the desk as though he was about to stand up, but he remembered his predicament just in time and stopped.
"This week's quiz," I said. "Is it hard?"
He blushed and smiled, looking me right in the eyes. "No more so than the others," he said.
"Mr. Locke?" I said.
"Yes, Miss Kramer?"
"It's OK. Really. If I didn't want them admired, I wouldn't be showing them off. You can look all you want."
"Thank you, Miss Kramer. They are... lovely."
I stood up and folded my arms under my breasts. I shoved the notebook up under them to make them jiggle for him.
"Thank you, Mr. Locke. It's nice to be appreciated." I put the notebook in my bag and ran off to meet my friends. Mr. Locke stayed behind, waiting until he was again fit to be seen by the students.
Successfully turning my Social Studies teacher into a drooling zombie gave me a lift. I had discovered that having a great body was a wonderful thing, but having people admire it was even better. I decided to make at least one day out of the week 'show off' day. I would wear normal, conservative school clothes four days a week, but on one day, I would wear one of Mr. Morton's outfits. Something sexy and risqué; and maybe a little revealing. It sounded like a good way to break up the routine. I also started thinking of other, more daring, ways that I could show off, something like my performance in Bambi's car for the construction crew.
Janice and Jolene were waiting for me when I got to the dining hall. I wasn't at all surprised to see Sara Henderson with them. They had even been through the serving line already and had got a tray for me. When I sat down in the place they had saved for me, Sara unscrewed her thermos and poured some of her mother's chicken soup into the red cup.