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Brigid O'Dierna, bad at math
Wed Nov 7, 2018 11:42
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Number 7 was not hard. Rod knew about completing the square and got started on it. He tried not to look at Brigid, who was to his left. He could swear he could feel heat radiating from her bare skin. He was getting hot himself, under his full coverage band uniform. Having to go to classes in your team or band uniform on Uniform Day had its minuses as well as pluses. He glanced down at her pretty bare feet, with the green toenail polish for tomorrow's St. Patrick's Day Parade, next to his marching boots, then down to the tiny string thong that disappeared between her shaved vaginal lips.

Brigid was left-handed and Rod was right-handed, and his peripheral vision told him he had an unobstructed view of her breasts, jiggling and wobbling tightly on her chest as she worked the chalk. He loved the way they moved when she was in her majorette uniform, either in circlets or these tiny new "bits", not strapped down by a bra, moving independently, one jiggling while the other swayed. . .

He looked over as casually as he could to her breasts, then went back to finishing problem 7. Then his face got hot as he realized that everyone in the room, certainly all the guys, was watching Brigid and would have seen him eyeing her boobs. This was one of those times he was so glad he was black, and not a white person whose blushes were visible to the whole world.

He finished and looked over to Mr. Gianelli, which fortunately meant looking away from Brigid. "Very good, Mr. Sykes."

He got back to his seat, avoiding all eye contact once again, feeling a new wave of sweat under his clothes. As he sat down, Brigid finished, and turned to face the class and Mr. Gianelli. This time her face reflected not pride in her new uniform but concern about her math.

"No, you don't complete the square that way, Miss O'Dierna," Mr. Gianelli said. "It should be one-sixteenth, not one-eighth. You added instead of multiplied."

"Oh right -- sorry -- " Brigid quickly lurched over to correct her mistake. The class attentively followed her motions. "Is that it then?"

"Yes, correct." Brigid picked up the eraser and vigorously erased her work, embarrassed at having got one wrong. Such a perfectionist! The white girl's bare skin blushed from her face to to her toes.

She turned to return to her seat and was almost there when Millie called out: "Bridge -- look -- "

Brigid looked down uncertainly at her bare legs. "What?"

"Your bit."

"Oh." While erasing at the blackboard some chalk had gotten smeared onto her nipple, including the bit which was now white. She went up to Mr. Gianelli. "Mr. Gianelli, can I go to the bathroom. I've got to -- "

"What?"

"My uniform -- "

"What?" With his poor eyesight Mr. Gianelli couldn't see what Brigid was pointing at. Finally she went up to him and cupped her breast, holding it up to him.

"Oh, yes. All right, Miss O'Dierna." He fumbled with a desk drawer. "Let me get you a hall pass."

"Wait, Bridge, I've got a wipe." Millie got up with a medicated tissue from her bookbag.

"Could you do it, Mil?"

"Okay." As Brigid stood in the aisle, looking down with concern, Millie bent down and squeezed her friend's breast so that it stuck out, and carefully dabbed the chalk from the delicate latticework of Brigid's bit. Soon the nipple tip was once again green, fitting for an Irish lass.

The class went on for the next few minutes, during which Mr. Gianelli reviewed the quadratic formula and the guys in the back of the room looked up at Brigid in her front row seat and reviewed her bare shoulders and either her left or right butt cheek, depending on which side of the room they were on.

    • Ah,JB, Thu Nov 8 15:58
      Such a sight my imagination plays....
    • Yay!diffAnon, Thu Nov 8 15:32
      Glad to see Brigid back!
    • Brigid--thanksKathy, Thu Nov 8 14:32
      I loved the original story. This is a nice update. Usually, I prefer CFNM stories (for obvious resons) and like to do those things to guys in RL as well as torture for an audience. However, with... more
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