Like first period, second period started with some intriguing looks directed at Derek from incoming students. He just rolled his eyes and started getting used to it. Likewise, Mrs. Johnson gave Derek the same rundown of the class period and the two ran with the head teacher's overview. Early on in the class, some students had questions, to which each staff member answered when appropriate. However, once the halfway mark was reached, it became apparent to Derek that this class was far more inquisitive and interactive than the one prior. This meant that it was possible that the class would progress to getting into the first lecture. With that in mind, Mrs. Johnson asked Derek a few favors. "Mr. Bates," she said aloud, "would you please enter each drawer on my desk and look for the lecture material? I don't mind if you slide it out onto the floor. If you'd like to walk around and assist any students afterwards, you may." Derek set right to work and entered the top drawer.
A few minutes later and Derek had found himself in the bottom drawer of the desk. No luck finding the first lecture's material in the other two drawers. Finally, when he had found what he was looking for, Derek let out a sigh. He dragged the paper out from the drawer and pushed it onto the ground before hopping out himself. He immediately landed on the paper and was beginning to walk away when he lost balance after the paper beneath him shuffled. "What?" Derek muttered under his breath. He suddenly felt himself rising upwards. Out of curiosity, Derek looked up. Looking directly down at him and the papers was Mrs. Johnson, though it appeared as if she was looking right through him and wasn't paying any attention to his presence. Confused, Derek started waving his hands. That didn't do much, though, and Mrs. Johnson placed the papers directly in front of her on her desk. She sat down in her chair then leaned over the desk, setting her chest comfortable down.
*SMUSH*
"OOF!" Derek heaved. The clumsy teacher had set her chest right down on the lowest portion of the paper, right where Derek had slipped to. He was now directly beneath her boobs, pressed face first against her pillowy bosom with his back to the desk. "MMMPH! (Grace!)" the little guy mumbled. Mrs. Johnson ran through the lecture material, working from top to bottom with the time she had left in class. Derek struggled to get out from beneath her, the lavender colored top in front of him collecting his whole view. Though Mrs. Johnson by no means have the most daunting physique of his coworkers, Derek was experiencing firsthand the difficulty it posed. "MMMPH! (Get off of me!)" the staff member grumbled again. He slowly slipped his way towards the direction he felt the most leverage in. Derek didn't care how tiring it was to move under this woman's large chest, he just wanted to get out from underneath it. "I can't believe I've already ran into trouble here," he thought. "First the student last week and now this." Derek just managed to break his head free from Mrs. Johnson's bosom when she leaned forward. "Wait, Grace, no! ACK!" Derek squealed.
*FOOMPH*
The woman once again flattened Derek beneath her boobs as she leaned onto the desk to grab something from a cupholder. "Where is Derek?" Mrs. Johnson thought. "I don't see him interacting with any of the students." Just a few seconds later, the teacher leaned back and Derek's head was visible again. She went back to her teaching while Derek went back to his struggle to get out from beneath her. "G-Grace!" Derek wheezed. The pressure on top of him was too great for him to muster much of an exclamation, meaning he wasn't loud enough to get Mrs. Johnson's attention while she spoke to her class. So, Derek went back to doing things his way and eventually managed to get half of his body out from under his superior. Grunting, Derek successfully got most of his legs out when the bell rang. "Dammit," he muttered. "Maybe she'll notice me now, though."
As the students were leaving the classroom, Mrs. Johnson stood up from her chair and started collecting her things as well, preparing to move classrooms. Inadvertently, she picked up the lecture material she was previously reading, which Derek was still laying on, and pressed it against her chest. "Not again!" Derek cried as he once again was flung against his coworker's anterior. Mrs. Johnson held him tight, barely even letting the little guy breathe. Her scent had, at this point, attached to Derek and the fragrance of some sort of sweetness he couldn't identify permeated all around him. However, when Mrs. Johnson started to leave, she loosened her tight hug on the papers which then allowed Derek to fall out from her embrace. He yelled as he descended, bouncing off the teacher's body and heading for the classroom below.
Where does Derek land?
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
