A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/School/Barely/After/Shriek/Protest/Talk
Sally didn't want to cry in front of Miss Douglas. The last time that happened she got no sympathy at all and was sternly told that 3rd grade was for big girls, and if she wanted to be there she better act like one. But as soon as she left, Sally slumped to the floor, hugging her knees and hiding her face. "Why is she so mean?", she whined.
"I don't know, Sally.", said Mr. Vice. "Some people are just mean, I guess." He had some ideas of course, but wasn't sure how much he dared say. He settled on "That was ugly, and I'm really sorry you got involved in it. It wasn't your fault." He also noticed Sally was showing her pussy again, but he didn't have the heart to remind her about that right now. Instead he did something a teacher really shouldn't while alone with a student and locked the door.
They sat in silence for a while, letting Sally decompress. She was relieved to hear James say it wasn't her fault, but she was still very confused. She knew Miss Douglas hated loud noises, but she hadn't screamed that loud, and it wasn't even in her classroom. And why did she seem mad at James too? She must be missing something. Finally she spoke again. "What was that about?", she asked.
He figured this was coming. He understood how confusing it must have been for her. It was also a very tricky subject, but he felt he owed to her some kind of an explanation. "Well", he said, "when she heard you scream, I think she thought I was doing something to you."
"Like what?", she asked.
James thought carefully how to say this. "You know there are people who do bad things to kids, right?"
"People like Miss Douglas?", she asked.
James stifled a laugh and wondered at how she could be this naive, even at 10. Although, he also thought she might be entirely correct. He decided he couldn't sugar coat it. "I mean sexual things."
"Oh." Suddenly a bunch of things made more sense. Some of her mothers's warnings about boys for one, and apparently they applied to grownups too. And there was that scary news story about kidnappers she saw once. Her father had said they were "bad people", but he didn't want to talk about it much. She was pretty sure she knew why now. "But why would she think you'd do something like that?", Sally asked.
He knew he should profess ignorance, but he couldn't bring himself to lie to her face. It wasn't actually her face he was looking at though, and perhaps his "other head" had taken over speaking for the moment. "I do like kids a lot, especially girls, and I guess she noticed.", he said.
"But you'd never do bad sexual things to me, right?", she asked.
"No, I wouldn't.", James said. He couldn't help grinning at her choice of words, apparently "good" sexual things were still on the table. He wasn't about to find out what that might mean to her, but he let his guard down even more. And besides he did need to remind her about the panty situation again before she left. So he admitted it, the last piece of the puzzle. "But I kind of liked watching you check for your shorts.", he said.
This was actually new information to Sally. She'd been told it was rude to show those parts. She didn't know some people actually wanted to see them. It was then that she remembered she still wasn't wearing her shorts or panties, and how she was sitting. She nervously brought her hand to her front, and found her privates, completely uncovered. Why hadn't he said anything? "Oh.", she said again as she had another light bulb moment. He'd just said he liked it, he'd been looking at her the whole time. She felt flushed, but shyly withdrew her hand, looking up and him. "I don't mind if you see.", she said.
This made James very happy, but it was time for a dose of reality. He'd been alone with her way too long, said way too much, and he already had another teacher on his case. "I'm glad, but as you just saw, this kind of thing can get me in big trouble. I really need to get you out of here and on to the rest of your school day before anything else happens.", he said. Even in James's own head, he wasn't sure if "anything else" meant someone else snooping around, or some act of weakness on his own part, but either way it was very true.
"Oh yeah...", Sally said with a worried look on her face. "I'm really late now, aren't I?"
"Not to worry, I'll write you a note.", he said as he got a pad from his desk and did so.
What was the note?