Janice's Naked Journal

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Wednesday, April 30

Brent rode with me to the school. We shared a kiss, then I headed to my classroom. Ms. Simpson was waiting for me at my classroom door. I smiled, "Show me you don't have panties on." She raised her skirt to show me her pussy.

I unlocked my classroom. After we entered, I smiled, "Unbutton your blouse." As she unbuttoned it, I grabbed my scissors. I gently cut the shoulder straps of her bra, then up the center, "Take your bra off and button up. From now on, no wearing bras, or having any on school grounds. Put that scrap on your desk as a reminder." Then I asked, "You'll be joining the girls here during lunch period, right?"

She nodded, "Yeah, every day."

I smiled, "After today, might as well have them meet in your classroom." She nodded and waved, heading to her classroom. Her bigger boobs bounced and swayed with her every step.

My first period senior Calculus class was starting to arrive. Jack and the naked Sam waved as they entered and took their seats. After the bell I stood up by the desk to applause, hoots and comments. I took my bow and began my lesson.

My morning went great. After the bell Ms. Simpson joined the 'Nude for Knowledge' girls entering my room. She came up beside me. I smiled and grabbed my scissors. The girls watched as I cut off three top buttons, opening her blouse to just below her nipples, "That's better."

Ms. Simpson and the girls left in time to make fourth period. My afternoon classes went really well. After last bell, I met Brent at my Jeep. After a kiss we set off to a jewelry shop. Brent gave me directions to a shop in downtown San Jose. We stepped in. The lady behind the counter, "Brent! And you must be Janice."

Brent made the introductions. Sylvia was the niece of his grandmother. She looked at me with a big smile, "Brent mentioned, maybe earrings?"

I smiled, "Yeah. Flashy, but still appropriate to wear daily." I paused, "To replace these gold studs I wear all the time. My only earrings."

She looked at me, "You like white gold, and blue sapphires would go with your eyes. Let's go to a case towards the back." At the case she pulled out a tray with diamond and sapphire earrings.

I grinned, "They're beautiful."

She smiled, "All politically correct, lab grown diamonds. Real diamonds, flawless, but at less expense. I suggest hoops if they're going to be worn a lot."She pulled out a pair of basket hoops, hinged at the bottom, locked in place at the top. She pointed out, the stones are on the inside on the back half. Glitter front and back. Two carots total of diamonds. Two carots of sapphires.

I tried one on and looked in the mirror on the counter. I would fall in love with anything on that tray, but I did love these. I turned around so Brent could see. He whistled loudly. I turned to look again, then saw the price tag on the other earring, '$1,350-'

Sylvia smiled and grabbed her calculator from the neighboring case. She soon showed me a price of $742.50. I smiled, "That's a huge discount?"

She chuckled, "Special discount only for naked women. Don't tell anyone."

I looked at Brent. He just shrugged his shoulders, "Good price?"

Sylvia cut the tag off the other earring for me to put it on and look in the mirror, "Yeah. I gotta have these. They're perfect."

Brent smiled, "Don't let her pay. They're on me."

I looked at him, "No. I can't let you."

He cut me off, "Kinda have too."

Sylvia smiled, "He's right. Shop rules. The man always pays."

Brent put his card in the reader and entered his pin number. I thanked Sylvia as she handed me the empty box in a small bag. I wore the earrings out of the shop. Brent pointed across the street. There was an upscale downtown Tex-Mex restaurant with awesome patio seating.

We crossed the street and entered the restaurant lobby. The hostess looked at me, "You're the teacher, from TV?"

I nodded, "Yeah that's me."

She asked, "Bar area, or the patio?"

I smiled, "Outside would be perfect."

She smiled, "Follow me." She took us through the bar area and through the door to the big patio area full of people just off work. Some cellphones came out, but not like other places we've been. We were given a table beside the railing along the sidewalk and street.

I smiled, "Perfect." We took our seats and were handed menus. After the hostess left, I leaned towards Brent, "Thank you, but you weren't supposed to pay for the earrings."

Brent looked at me, "I just have a feeling, buying the earrings will give me luck at the interview tomorrow."

I looked at him, "Okay. I'll buy that. That sounds like something I would say."

He grinned starting to look at the menu. They had so many different types of burritos. It took awhile. Brent pointed inside, "They have a salsa bar. Like 20 different types, labeled with the primary ingredients and how hot they are.

The waitress arrived with a basket of tortilla chips and house salsa, "Got any questions or ready to order?" We ordered burritos and iced teas. She said, "At your leisure, be sure and check out the salsa bar."

I smiled watching the looks on people passing by our table on the sidewalk, many taking pics. I asked Brent, "Did you arrange for this table?" He nodded with a silly grin on his face. I smiled, "You think of everything."

We went inside and towards the dinning area. The salsa bar was dead center in the room, where everyone could watch my every move. Some took out their cell phones, but still not bad. Not that it mattered. I filled several little plastic tubs with different types to try, almost covering the little tray to carry them. Then we headed back to our table.

When the burritos arrived with rice and refried beans on the side. The burrito was huge. We took our time, cutting a bite and adding a dab of a salsa to try. I smiled, "I'm glad this place isn't close to the cabin."

Brent laughed, "Seriously. I know what you mean."

After dinner, I made sure I got the check. Once paid we walked down to my Jeep. I kinda knew where we were, seeing the convention center a couple blocks away, and drove us home. Brent poured wine. Then we sat outside to start grading homework. We talked about his interview tomorrow, while going through the homework in like robot mode, entering scores as we went. He felt confident about the interview.

Kinda late, and both of us had long days tomorrow. We headed upstairs for our nighttime routines. Brent was waiting for me in the bed with the covers folded down low. He positioned me on my back, straddling me, and we started kissing. Long deep passionate kisses. I pulled my legs back to welcome him.

He started to slowly and teasingly enter me. Short strokes, slowly getting deeper, leaning forward, sending me towards the edge and he wasn't even all the way in. He stopped at my scream, letting me catch my breath before he started again. Slowly teasing me, he was still not all the way in. I clenched my fists trying to breath, I let out a scream, running out of air, having the most intense orgasm.

A quick deep breath, then he plunged all the way in, stroking firmly and quickly. I moaned loudly, my pitch getting higher. I was getting louder. His dick twitched as I started to let out the longest and deepest scream as he erupted his shots of hot cum. My orgasm had me shaking unable to breath until it subsided. Breathing heavily, I got out, "Holy fuck!" Brent cleaned me up with a warm washcloth. I couldn't get out of the bed.