Chapter 4:

Justin was in a classroom teaching, he didn't know what he was teaching but it seemed natural enough. Alex was one of his students and she was provocatively dressed in the shortest of skirts and a red tube top. Her hair was done up in pigtails, completing her Lolita look. The bell rang and Justin dismissed the class. "Alex will you stay after class please."

"Yes, Mr. Russo."

"There is a dress code at this school, Alex."

"Yes..."

"Well, your skirt or rather lack of one does not comply with the dress code."

"What are you talking about, I'm wearing a skirt see." She got up from her dress and twirled.

Justin got out his ruler. "Come here, Alex." She came over to him. "It says quite clearly in the school dress code that skirts cannot be more than an inch above the knee. And when I measure yours it's three and a half inches above the knee. It's practically a belt." He put the ruler away. "Do you know what happens to girls, who wear skirts like yours?"

"No, Mr. Russo."

"They get taken advantage of. It sends the wrong message. It says here I am ready for sex."

"But, what if I am ready for sex?"

"Then, I'll show you, minx."

He swept his desk clean, papers went flying. He then picked Alex up, lifted her onto the desk and raised poor excuse for a skirt. He yanked off her panties and unzipped his fly, pulling out his erect member. He fucked her roughly on top of the desk as she moaned, clearly enjoying herself. "Oh, teacher." In minutes she was cumming and he was breathing hard, trying to stave off his own release. The feel of her pussy spasming around him was too much, he came too.

"Now, let that be a lesson to you, Alex," he said carefully righting his clothes.

"Yes, Mr. Russo. I'll take more care to dress properly in the future."

Justin woke up confused. That was different. Why had been dressed like a teacher? Was it some fantasy of his? The scene on the bearskin rug from the previous dream that was more his thing. This had just been weird and kind of kinky.

Alex was still breathing hard, when she awoke. She had always had fantasies of playing naughty schoolgirl/teacher with Justin. That dream had been perfect. She looked at the clock it was nine again, still too early, but what could she do she was up now.

She headed for the bathroom, singing a little to herself. Today was going to be a great day. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, still singing. She was washing herself when the unthinkable happened.

Justin had his headphones in when he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He walked in and pinched himself. This was another dream, it had to be. Alex was singing softly and running her hands all over her soapy body. She was facing away from him completely oblivious to his presence. For a full five minutes, Justin couldn't move, he was transfixed. The dreams did not do her body justice. As if in slow motion, he saw her turning to reach the shampoo. She saw him and screamed, "Justin, what the hell!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...You should really lock the door...I was just leaving. Sorry."

He rushed from the bathroom mortified. Alex was totally going to think he was a perv. On the plus side it would be easy to blame the potion. He would do some more research today and try to find an antidote. Things couldn't go on like this.