Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

The whole school was aware of my interest in nudism. Sister Mary had made, what seemed unusual to me at the time, a reference to my nudist lifestyle, along with my other sporting and social interests when introducing me at my first full staff meeting. Again, there didn’t seem to be much ‘reaction’ to this disclosure from my teaching compatriots and I would openly discuss it with them whenever they asked. During staffroom chats I came to realise that a few of my female colleagues were obviously also nudists and those who weren’t seemed interested and intrigued by my lifestyle choice and in particular, my comfort with female nudity.

Sister Mary repeated the same disclosure about my nudist lifestyle at the first school assembly for that year, while introducing me as a new teacher to the students. There were a few muffled giggles amongst the junior girls but to my surprise very little reaction otherwise. Sister Mary’s introduction also included a dialogue on the beauty of the human body created as it was in the image of God and the need for appropriate respect.

Sister Mary’s emphasis on my lifestyle and the lack of reactions amongst staff and students did puzzle me for some time.

In my next class with Shelly, she had obviously rallied support amongst a couple of her peers for her quirky game of ‘tease the teacher’. When I entered the room for the lesson, I was intrigued to see a sea of smiling, cheeky faces turned toward me and ever more keenly fixed on my reactions as I moved closer to the front of the room. It wasn’t until I faced my happy group that I realised what was making everyone so bright.

I was presented with a front row of pouting pussies ‘purring’ purposely at me from under their desks.

I couldn’t help myself break out a very broad grin and a disbelieving shake of my head, which gave release to a chorus of cheeky giggles from these 16 year-olds.

I stood for a moment and collected my thoughts. ‘Struth, what do I do now?’ I was flummoxed but not embarrassed by this parade of pudenda as I was by now very familiar with female genitalia from my days at Woodlands. However, I was now faced with this outbreak of teenage twat teasers.

Half of me – the male – was enjoying the situation I found myself in and the other half – the teacher – was confronted by a possible discipline situation.

Rightly or wrongly, I decided to simply ignore their tease and continued with my normal lesson. Sister Mary’s relaxed attitude to nudity crossed my mind and put me at relative ease with my situation. At first, there was confusion amongst the ‘troops’ at my indifference. Then as I continued seemingly unabashed, they ‘fell into line’ and got on with the lesson. A couple of the girls shuffled their legs to resume a comfortable sitting position, which meant discrete leg positioning for a ‘young lady’ resulting in a simple uninteresting vaginal crease between her thighs.

As the lesson progressed however, they soon forgot they weren’t wearing knickers and eventually slouched back in their chairs, spread their legs in their lazy schoolgirl posture and innocently again revealed the full extent of their charms.

As the first months of my teaching continued, it became obvious that it was not unusual for some girls to go without knickers during other activities in the school. There seemed an expected if unspecified protocol in school demeanor as to when it was appropriate to wear or remove your knickers. I began to wonder whether going without knickers in my class would eventually become acceptable behaviour. The word of this great tease and fashion trend eventually spread to most of my other classes with a regular rotation of a few young women in each class eagerly baring their feminine charms to me and testing their emerging female sexuality with her success at ‘twat tease the teacher’.

I rarely reacted to the ‘tease’. Although on occasion, while I walked around the classroom while girls were working quietly on a task, I’d sometimes stop at the desk of a girl without knickers and shake my head and smile as she turned to look up at me. This simple duplicitous recognition of her tease produced many different reactions in each girl. Some would blush, others giggle, a few would smile directly back into my eyes with a challenging maturity beyond her years. My virtual indifference challenged a few girls to ‘up the anti’ and occasionally I’d see a ‘smiley face’ or ‘love heart’ sticker or sketch drawn on her shaved pubic area above her clitoris. Other ‘tricks’ included lipstick painted labia lips, or ‘arrows’ pointed purposely at their cunt and various similar teases.

I never mentioned the pussy parade in my classes to Sister Mary in our regular chats, as I felt it was simple schoolgirl fun and I didn’t want to embarrass or cause unnecessary issues for these girls. I knew if I ignored it, they’d lose interest and eventually go back to wearing their knickers – which left little to the imagination anyway. It took a few weeks and this was the case, especially as the cooler days of Autumn approached. Occasionally throughout the year, when it got warmer, there would be students who would reprise the tease, or possibly not be overly concerned about putting her knickers back on after sports for my classes.

It seemed that during my ensuing years at the college most girls became totally blasé to have their jewel exposed, accidentally or intentionally, either in my classes or around the college and assumed as an active nudist I’d not be interested and have no effect on me.

Despite my attempts to protect them, I can safely assume that Sister Mary knew exactly what they were doing, and quite possibly was watching my reactions to it all. I must have passed these tests and underlined the trust she was developing in me, judging by what she would request of me later. There was little that happened in that college that passed Sister Mary’s notice. She had her ‘spies’ everywhere!

You would think that there could not have been much teaching done in these circumstances. Yet, I found, the humour and relaxed atmosphere in each of these classes made for excellent teaching conditions. I had every student’s full attention and when asked they would work diligently on their lessons. For any teachers reading this, I can recommend the strategy. My exam results proved its efficacy. However, I can make no claims for its successful implementation. All kudos must go to my ‘Butterfly’, Shelly.

During that era, tight trousers were the male fashion. As most young women do not realise, men are regularly prone to involuntary erections. Such personal occurrences as I stood teaching at the front of a class of my young female students created some ‘interesting’ situations.

Here I was teaching physically appealing young women barely a few years younger than myself. Initially, I was rather concerned when many of my students would become quite flushed in the face during my class. I did not correlate my throbbing nine-inch cock pulsing against my tight trousers AND these female flushes. I initially did my best to avoid facing the class while my cock and trousers did their straining battle. However, as most women know, their gender can be very discerning when it comes to catching a glimpse of such occurrences in a man. Over time, I realised this physical reaction was impossible to hide and could possibly be an important aspect of learning for girls in the college. So, I allowed my body to react as it would without any reticence.

It was obviously one of the reasons a girl might remove her knickers for my class. They were keen to judge the reaction their emerging femininity had on me – their trustworthy ‘test dummy’ male.