In Trouble With Mrs. Adams
A Shrinking Condition
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
sm7in
It had been another 20 minutes of talking, and some light flirting Steve had noticed, before the bell rang to end the class. The resounding calamity of rushing students ensued as Mrs. Adams tried to speak over the noise and warn her students to finish the chapter and begin the next chapter on how the House of Representatives works and the historical context following it. Getting up, Steve picked up the pile of books and folders under his chair, grabbed his notebook full of drawings and fitted it into its rightful place amongst the hierarchy of his afternoon class stack. Grabbing his pencil and pocketing it, it dawned on him that Alesha still had his pen. Looking over, she had just taken her first step away from her desk as he hailed her: “Hey! Alesha! I still need that pen despite how dirty it is now.”
Turning around slightly offended at her friends joke, she took it out of her cleavage “Well if you really don’t care how dirty your dear pen gets, then go get it,” as she tosses just past Steve where it slides under the desk next to him.
When had she put it back in her boobs? he thought as he looked back at his friend, clearly smug with her retaliatory joke. “Oh, sooo clever. I’m so hurt, I may not make it!” Alesha smiled unconcerned with her friends sarcastic point and walked quite happy with how he now had to work, if even just a little bit, to get his pen back since he wouldn’t let her have it. She was honestly hoping he had forgotten about it as she tucked it back into its place between her massive mammaries where should could once again revel at the feeling of it tucked in there. She couldn’t wait until she felt struggling she thought as she walked away smiling from her friend bending down to get under a chair.
Reaching the pen, Steve stood back up and shoved it back into his pocket seeing the last of the students including Alesha funnel out of the small classroom door. “Gee, thanks for waiting,” he said just loud enough for her to hear as she just lifted a hand up and waved her hand by flexing her fingers together rapidly to and from her palm, like one may do to a very small child walking by. “Ugh, whatever” Steve grumbled with a slight smile on his face as he began to quickly walk down the row and out of the room past Mrs. Adams who was shifting her classroom materials for a different class afterwards.
Making it just past Mrs. Adams with a few more steps to go to the hallway, he hears her voice breaking the eerie silence left after the evacuation of the after-class mob: “Ah Stephen, can I see you at my desk for a moment, please?” Steve stops, cursing inaudibly under his breath for a split second before turning around to see his teacher sitting at her desk switching out classroom folders for a moment before shifting her eyes above her tilted glasses to stare at the boy walking much slower back to her.
“Yes, Mrs. Adams?” He asked casually, hoping to get past whatever this was quickly.
Folding her arms up across her chest as she leaned back in her chair, she let a long exhale slowly escape through her nose as she never left her gaze from her student’s. “What am I going to do with you? You’re a good student and have the answers in class, but you seem to think that allows you to do whatever you want.” Mrs. Adams was quite the attractive woman at the age of 39 and there had been ample rumors circulating that she use to model lingerie for Sears during college. It was supposedly validated recently when a boy in another class had brought in an old catalog and gave evidence a few days ago. That may very well been a false rumor too, but what was clearly legitimate was the fact that she undoubtedly could have been a model then or now. With a sandy brown hair with some blonde and redwood red highlights layered down to her upper back, she had light brown eyes that glanced at everyone with a certain manner of command while her near constant large dimpled smile and sweet voice always relieved any feelings of uncertainty from her piercing eyes. Her breasts made it difficult for her arms to be truly comfortable crossed at a 38D with a hint of them seen from the top two buttons unbuttoned to show her cute golden necklace. Steve had never seen what it actually was, just that she had it as he had often seen the glint of gold trying to lure in his eyes. Her figure was dynamite with an amazingly tight waistline that pushed out into her big hips and legs as she often wore skirts to show it off. They often didn’t go down very far as they fought to keep her big butt contained but so that she could also show off her long toned legs as she walked around with a purpose at 5’11” boosted even more by her slick sexy high heels.
She looked on at her student with hard glare, buffered by what Steve could have sworn seemed to be a predatory playfulness. He couldn’t help but become nervous now as he shrunk an inch or two right then. Coughing, he tried to keep his eyes averted from his teacher as he feared to lose more height thanks to his imagination trying to run wild. “Heh, I’m really sorry Mrs. Adams, I guess I’ve built up a little bit of a habit,” he admitted, not daring to mention as part of his excuse that is was because her teaching was somewhat irrelevant, “I guess I’m a little worked up over graduating, I’ll reign it in for the last few days.” He looked up to emphasize his point with a genuine smile at his teacher.
Taking a moment or two more to stare down her student for it to settle in with him that his ‘word’ may not be enough to apologize for her accused disrespect, she leaned over and pulled out a drawer with a smooth raking noise reverberating from her old but very sturdy wooden desk. With a rip, she pulled off a small red slip of paper from a booklet and after returning the booklet to the drawer and closing it tightly shut, she turned her attention to the red slip in front of her. Picking up her open pen, she places it on the slip before pausing: “I’m not sure I feel you won’t do it again. You seem to love bugging your friend back there and getting into little shenanigans while I teach,” she reprimanded, a smile creeping out to the corners of her smooth powdered cheeks.
Turning around slightly offended at her friends joke, she took it out of her cleavage “Well if you really don’t care how dirty your dear pen gets, then go get it,” as she tosses just past Steve where it slides under the desk next to him.
When had she put it back in her boobs? he thought as he looked back at his friend, clearly smug with her retaliatory joke. “Oh, sooo clever. I’m so hurt, I may not make it!” Alesha smiled unconcerned with her friends sarcastic point and walked quite happy with how he now had to work, if even just a little bit, to get his pen back since he wouldn’t let her have it. She was honestly hoping he had forgotten about it as she tucked it back into its place between her massive mammaries where should could once again revel at the feeling of it tucked in there. She couldn’t wait until she felt struggling she thought as she walked away smiling from her friend bending down to get under a chair.
Reaching the pen, Steve stood back up and shoved it back into his pocket seeing the last of the students including Alesha funnel out of the small classroom door. “Gee, thanks for waiting,” he said just loud enough for her to hear as she just lifted a hand up and waved her hand by flexing her fingers together rapidly to and from her palm, like one may do to a very small child walking by. “Ugh, whatever” Steve grumbled with a slight smile on his face as he began to quickly walk down the row and out of the room past Mrs. Adams who was shifting her classroom materials for a different class afterwards.
Making it just past Mrs. Adams with a few more steps to go to the hallway, he hears her voice breaking the eerie silence left after the evacuation of the after-class mob: “Ah Stephen, can I see you at my desk for a moment, please?” Steve stops, cursing inaudibly under his breath for a split second before turning around to see his teacher sitting at her desk switching out classroom folders for a moment before shifting her eyes above her tilted glasses to stare at the boy walking much slower back to her.
“Yes, Mrs. Adams?” He asked casually, hoping to get past whatever this was quickly.
Folding her arms up across her chest as she leaned back in her chair, she let a long exhale slowly escape through her nose as she never left her gaze from her student’s. “What am I going to do with you? You’re a good student and have the answers in class, but you seem to think that allows you to do whatever you want.” Mrs. Adams was quite the attractive woman at the age of 39 and there had been ample rumors circulating that she use to model lingerie for Sears during college. It was supposedly validated recently when a boy in another class had brought in an old catalog and gave evidence a few days ago. That may very well been a false rumor too, but what was clearly legitimate was the fact that she undoubtedly could have been a model then or now. With a sandy brown hair with some blonde and redwood red highlights layered down to her upper back, she had light brown eyes that glanced at everyone with a certain manner of command while her near constant large dimpled smile and sweet voice always relieved any feelings of uncertainty from her piercing eyes. Her breasts made it difficult for her arms to be truly comfortable crossed at a 38D with a hint of them seen from the top two buttons unbuttoned to show her cute golden necklace. Steve had never seen what it actually was, just that she had it as he had often seen the glint of gold trying to lure in his eyes. Her figure was dynamite with an amazingly tight waistline that pushed out into her big hips and legs as she often wore skirts to show it off. They often didn’t go down very far as they fought to keep her big butt contained but so that she could also show off her long toned legs as she walked around with a purpose at 5’11” boosted even more by her slick sexy high heels.
She looked on at her student with hard glare, buffered by what Steve could have sworn seemed to be a predatory playfulness. He couldn’t help but become nervous now as he shrunk an inch or two right then. Coughing, he tried to keep his eyes averted from his teacher as he feared to lose more height thanks to his imagination trying to run wild. “Heh, I’m really sorry Mrs. Adams, I guess I’ve built up a little bit of a habit,” he admitted, not daring to mention as part of his excuse that is was because her teaching was somewhat irrelevant, “I guess I’m a little worked up over graduating, I’ll reign it in for the last few days.” He looked up to emphasize his point with a genuine smile at his teacher.
Taking a moment or two more to stare down her student for it to settle in with him that his ‘word’ may not be enough to apologize for her accused disrespect, she leaned over and pulled out a drawer with a smooth raking noise reverberating from her old but very sturdy wooden desk. With a rip, she pulled off a small red slip of paper from a booklet and after returning the booklet to the drawer and closing it tightly shut, she turned her attention to the red slip in front of her. Picking up her open pen, she places it on the slip before pausing: “I’m not sure I feel you won’t do it again. You seem to love bugging your friend back there and getting into little shenanigans while I teach,” she reprimanded, a smile creeping out to the corners of her smooth powdered cheeks.
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