Math class started off normally enough for Brie, Alexa and Erin as they filed into the room. The teacher, Mrs. Robinson was considered one of the more attractive teachers at the school, despite being in her late 30s. She kept in shape, though not without curves accentuated by her typical classroom attire. Today, she sported a light blue button-up blouse and a knee-length navy pencil skirt that complimented her fair skin tone.
Algebra was a slog. “Why do we need to know Y?” Brie would always complain. However, today, things were about to take an interesting turn. Unbeknownst to the middle schooler, the mischievous squirrel from that morning had made its way inside her backpack, lured by the remnants of cookie crumbs that had failed to be fully cleaned out. As Brie went to grab her math textbook, the squirrel burst out and scampered across the desktop, sending Brie's belongings clattering to the floor.
"Ahh! Not again!" Brie exclaimed. Alexa and Erin, who had just heard of Brie’s rambunctious morning, were initially surprised, but recovered quickly. The rest of the class didn’t have such luxury. The squirrel made its way from desk to desk leaving chaos in its wake. Mrs. Robinson had her back turned writing on the chalkboard when the commotion began. Spinning around, her eyes went wide seeing the squirrel now running laps around the room, sending students into a frenzy.
"Everyone calm down! Just...don't make any sudden movements," she instructed, trying to keep her composure.
Unfortunately, the squirrel seemed to have other plans. As Mrs. Robinson slowly walked towards it, the squirrel abruptly changed course, scrambling up her skirt leg.
"Eeeeeek! Nonono, shoo, get off!" Mrs. Robinson pleaded, trying to brush it away.
But the squirrel was determined, scurrying up and disappearing under the loose fabric of her blouse. Mrs. Robinson froze, feeling the furry creature wriggling around her torso as it tried to find an exit.
"Ohoho...ohhhnohoho...stahahahap!" She dissolved into a fit of laughter as the squirrel's wriggling tickled around her upper body.
For the second time today, Brie watched the squirrel drive a poor woman to hysterics. It emerged at the teacher’s open collar for just a second before getting spooked and plunging back down into her shirt.
"AHHHhahahahTICKLES! HAHAHELP!" Mrs. Robinson shrieked between peals of laughter, collapsing back against her desk.
By this point, even Brie felt a bit sorry for their teacher's uncontrolled ticklish predicament. Also, it was kind of her fault to begin with. She ran up to her thrashing math teacher, attempting to shoo the furry culprit away.
"Mrs. Robinson, hold still! I'll get it off you!" Brie called out.
However, holding still was the last thing the teacher did. Brie reached out to try and grab the squirrel, but her hands landed squarely on Mrs. Robinson's belly instead. The thrashing movement combined with Brie's prodding fingers only amplified the ticklish sensations.
"AHHHhahayyi! Nohohoohoho Brihehehee stahahahaap!" Mrs. Robinson shrieked as her student poked and prodded in vain, trying to dislodge the mischievous rodent. Unfortunately, Brie's fingers got tangled in the flimsy fabric of Mrs. Robinson's blouse. The thin material stretched taut for a moment before popping all the buttons open, exposing the teacher’s midriff and lacy purple bra to the entire class.
The squirrel, with nothing constricting it, jumped to the nearest object, which happened to be Brie’s head. The young girl shrieked, spun, and stumbled backwards reaching out to the desk for support. What she grabbed was not the desk, but Mrs. Robinson's skirt, yanking it down.
The teacher was mortified to find herself standing in just her blouse, bra, sheer tan stockings, and adorable purple panties patterned with little embroidered hearts. She quickly crouched down to recover her skirt. The class reacted as any group of adolescents would to such a situation. They descended into a mixture of loud guffaws and chatter from the boys, while the girls alternated between gasps and giggles. Alexa rushed to the front to help Brie, while Erin used her body to shield the disheveled teacher. The squirrel went flying off Brie’s head and landed on the ground. From there it decided to…
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