“Hey Liz, I’m trying to watch my figure” you lie. “Do you want my chocolate chips?”
“Sure, thanks.” Liz said, barely looking in your direction, but accepted the small bowl of chips, and downed them as quickly as the first batch.
Something about the way Ms. Winkle had winked at you made you think twice about eating the “special” chips. You felt a little bit bad about giving your helping to Liz, because if you were right, who knows what eating twice as many of the chips would do?
About five minutes passed by, and you were starting to get seriously bored. Your cookies would be another fifteen minutes, and you hadn’t brought any reading or work that you could do while you were waiting.
“Ms. Winkle, do you mind if I step out for a minute to grab a book from my locker? I’ll come right back, I promise,” you asked. Ms. Winkle looked right at you with a small smile on her face for a few moments. Smile notwithstanding, you think she looked a little disappointed.
“Yes, of course Danielle, go ahead, but come right back,” she put a little extra emphasis on coming right back.
You got up and headed for the door. Your locker was half way across the school, so it took a few minutes to get there and back, but the trip was uneventful, and you’d grabbed your math textbook so you could get a little ahead in your worst class.
You stepped up to the door to the “culinary lab”, which had a solid wood door with no window to the hall, and whereas you expected to hear the usual loud laughing and yelling, all you could hear was a sort of dull hum.
You open the door, and step inside to the most incredible scenes you ever experienced. The lab was quite hot, because all of the ovens were on at the same time and there was little ventilation, but that didn’t nearly account for what was happening. Every person in class had stripped off any outerwear they had on and were clearly sweating profusely, starting to soak through t-shirts and tank tops.
Everyone was staring at their own hands and bodies, rubbing themselves through their clothes. A few of the girls had started sucking and licking their fingers, though it didn’t look like there was anything on them.
The first thing that really commands your attention, which is impressive considering the visuals which are competing for focus, is Ms. Winkle at the head of the class. The top of her apron has been untied from behind her neck and has flopped down to hang from her waist. She was holding a bowl of melted butter over her head, and was pouring it over herself, and it had already completely saturated her white cotton tee. The butter had rendered her t-shirt almost completely transparent and you could see that she was wearing a sheer bra underneath. The shading of her nipples was clearly visible through everything.
Francis, the football lineman, was one of the guys who flirted with Ms. Winkle the most, was walking towards the teacher. The look on his face was “extremely intent”, but you think “rapacious” would fit just as well.
As it dawns on you that this all clearly has something to do with the special chocolate chips that Ms. Winkle handed out, you turn your attention to Liz, who, if your guess is correct, should be freaking out right about now. You look over towards your kitchen, and caught sight of Liz. Sure enough, she was having the same reaction as everyone else, but worse. She had taken off her hoodie, and was wearing a white athletic style tank top, which was soaked with sweat. She had apparently melted a bowl of chocolate and was dipping her hands in it and then taking them out, licking them, and smearing her face, neck and tank top with it. Apparently frustrated with her progress in coating herself with chocolate, she deftly stripped off her tank top and started smearing chocolate on to her stomach and cleavage.
Turning your attention back to Ms. Winkle, you could see that Francis had called over the rest of the football players in the class, and four other guys almost Francis’ size had surrounded Ms. Winkle, and were licking the butter off of her face, neck and arms. Two of them were working to get her white t-shirt off, but she was resisting a little bit.
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