Mia Fire’s Schoolgirl Lesson, Part 1

So, we’re back to that time I decided to play the part of a schoolgirl waiting teacher for what was supposed to be a quick, cheeky fantasy. There I was, decked out in this tiny plaid skirt and knee-highs, genuinely impatient because he was running late, so I started chatting to my own reflection, hyping myself up for the distraction. The air in the room felt thick and quiet, and my skin was already prickling with goosebumps just from the anticipation of being caught in the act of my own teasing. I couldn’t help it—my fingers started toying with the hem of my skirt, slowly rolling the fabric between my thumb and forefinger before I gave in and let it drop to the floor, leaving nothing but a shy, secretive grin on my face as I imagined his hands finding me like that, and the lesson plan totally forgotten.