A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/School/Barely

Sally looked at the clock outside the school and realized she was barely on time. Other students were filing in and the one school bus that operated in the small town was already pulling away. She hurried inside the L-shaped building, where she quickly ran into her friend Elenore. Literally in fact. Elenore or Elly, as most people called her, was a grade ahead of Sally so it was rare that the two actually had any kind of class together, but in a small town, that wasn't too much of a barrier. After all, there were only so many kids their age. Elly was surprised by the bump, but not at all surprised to see it was her notoriously clumsy friend Sally. "Hey, Sally, nice to see you this morning, but that must mean you're almost late." she said.

Elly was already developing physically, which probably contributed to her being one of the more popular girls in her grade. Boys would see the curly brown hair she called "ringlets" from across the cafeteria and make a bee line for her. She loved the attention and in fact was a bit of a flirt. Some of this was lost on Sally, but she always found being around her older friend vaguely exciting in a way she couldn't explain. All she knew was that Elly was an outgoing and friendly girl, which indeed was true, and that she had been one of the first to strike up a conversation with her back when she started first grade.

In any case, Elly was right; they didn't have time to chat, so after a quick hello, Sally hurried up the staircase. Elly's eyes followed her and she was startled at what she saw. Sally was wearing nothing under her skirt! She immediately realized her friend wouldn't be one to do something like that on purpose and must have forgotten. She chuckled to herself, but hoped Sally managed to get through the day without too much embarrassment. It didn't seem like anyone else had noticed so far, and anything she could do right now would probably just draw attention. So, still oblivious, Sally headed to her classroom and sat down in front. Some kids were shy about sitting right in front of the teacher so this was one of the last seats left, but she liked him and didn't see any problem.

Mr. Jameson Vice, or just James, was a 60 year old man who was bald on the top of his head but still had thick grey hair wrapping around the sides and back of his head, and despite his age he still had a few strips of hair that maintained its original black coloring. He had large, black, square-framed glasses on his nose and a thick mustache obscuring his upper lip but was otherwise clean shaven. He kept the same style every day: a white dress shirt with grey slacks and suspenders. His tie was the only thing he changed up, having a myriad of ties with goofy pictures and patterns that amused his students. Today it was a two traffic cones with arms and legs fighting while wielding stop signs like battleaxes.

Unlike Sally, James quickly saw a problem, a big problem, both for Sally and himself. It was of course Sally's bare crotch. Not a little peek, no, the way her skirt had bunched up when she sat down, the fact that it was maybe half a size too small, her casual stance with one foot resting on the bar under the desk, his viewing angle, and even a sunbeam coming in the window all came together perfectly to display her genitals in full. Why this was a problem for Sally is obvious. He knew the innocent girl couldn't possibly be aware of what she was doing, but it would be hard to warn her without embarrassing her in front of the other students. Plus he'd have to admit what he saw.

And he could see everything, even the little wisp of golden down just starting to grow above her slit. He wondered if he might in fact be the first person to ever see those hairs. This was of course, exactly the wrong thing to think about, which brings us to why it was a problem for James. He was, to be blunt, a pedophile, though he would scarcely admit it to himself. But the fact is he found many of his young female students very attractive, Sally included. But he had also been teaching for over 20 years and never once touched a student inappropriately and he had no intention of starting now.

He did however feel his slacks become uncomfortably tight in front. He had little doubt this would be obvious to his students as well, if not for the lectern he stood behind. Good lord, how could he teach class with a little girl's beautiful bare pussy staring him in the face? He thought over his options. He could bite the bullet and call her to the front now. It would be hard to warn her discreetly, and he wasn't sure even Sally was innocent enough to miss his erection. He could try to compose himself and struggle through first period, then ask her to stay after class. That might be easier, but oh the sweet torment in the mean time. Or he could do his best to pretend he saw nothing and let her stay bare under her skirt. It was awful risky to get involved, or at least, he could tell himself that was the only reason.

• He decides to tell her now
• He decides to tell her after class --NoGo45 (talk) 02:15, 15 July 2021 (UTC)
• He doesn't tell her, but Elly catches up with her in the hall
• He doesn't tell her, and a gaggle of boys prevent Elly from warning her either