Lacy slipped into the empty classroom, still sweaty from gym. She peeled off her top fast, hoping nobody would walk in. But Ms. Edwards and Ms. White caught her, arms folded, asking what the hell she was doing. Lacy froze and told them the truth—she hated stripping in the locker room because her body made her nervous. The teachers listened, then started talking about their own hang-ups. That turned the talk into something hotter. Ms. White moved first, hands sliding over Lacy’s skin like she was proving a point. Ms. Edwards joined in, pressing close, both of them showing the shy girl there wasn’t a single inch worth hiding. What began as a lecture turned into hands, mouths, and three bodies proving how good it felt when nobody was left out.
Lacy slipped into the empty classroom, still sweaty from gym. She peeled off her top fast, hoping nobody would walk in. But Ms. Edwards and Ms. White caught her, arms folded, asking what the hell she was doing. Lacy froze and told them the truth—she hated stripping in the locker room because her body made her nervous. The teachers listened, then started talking about their own hang-ups. That turned the talk into something hotter. Ms. White moved first, hands sliding over Lacy’s skin like she was proving a point. Ms. Edwards joined in, pressing close, both of them showing the shy girl there wasn’t a single inch worth hiding. What began as a lecture turned into hands, mouths, and three bodies proving how good it felt when nobody was left out.
