I grinned. "This might be a little hard for you to explain, especially if I started yelling and hollering that you were trying to rape me."

His face got hard. "So that's what you're up to, eh?"

"Mr. Vickers, please let me finish! You're getting everything all mixed up, so please listen to me before you jump to conclusions!"

I undid the catch at the side of my skirt and it fell off my hips.

"Oh my God!" Mr. Vickers moaned – but not loudly.

I unbuttoned the front of my blouse. Mr. Vickers reached out, like he was trying to stop me, but he stopped before he put his hands on me.

I guess he realized that he would have to put his hands on a real live and mostly naked girl. That worried him.

He stopped mid-way when he reached for me, and pulled his hands back like he had scalded them on a hot stove.

In the time that it takes to tell it, I took off my blouse and let it fall on his desk. And like I said, I wore no bra.

My tits are high and firm with fat dark pink nipples and little neat round aureoles surrounding the stiff points.

My panties were down to the middle of my thighs, so I just closed my legs and the panties slid right down to my feet.

"I'm a bad girl, Mr. Vickers. You know that. You should really know that, since you saw me with that boy yesterday."

He sure had, and that was why I had come to his office first thing this morning.

It happened yesterday, after school. I stayed late, since I had cheering squad practice in the girl's gym – we had a workout scheduled.

The workout I had in Jeff Grange's car after practice was much better. And I sure didn't need any practice at what I did with him.

Jeff's a neat guy, a senior, real cute and good at sports. He's got dark wavy hair which falls in a swirl over his forehead and warm brown eyes.