Viola's High School Health Class (now with chpter 2)
Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2023 1:53 am
Health Class Breast Exam
As the bell for the end of class rings, the teacher Mrs Moore calls out, “OK class, turn in your test sheets as you leave. Tomorrow we will demonstrate the breast cancer self examination. All students will get an opportunity to feel normal breast tissue on our medical dummy and follow the exam procedure.
Right, on to your next class.”
As the students exit the classroom, Viola steps up to the teacher saying, “Excuse me Mrs Moore, could I - *ahem* - MAY I volunteer to be the breast exam model?”
Mrs Moore is taken aback by this. “(Whoaa! That is unexpected.) This is an unusual request. You understand nudity is involved? And why do you want to volunteer?”
Viola replied, “My grandmother died of cancer three years ago. My mother had a breast removed, and is currently in remission on her other breast. My oldest sister had a biopsy last month and starts treatment next week. I need all the help I can get to find any cancer early.”
Mrs Moore completely understood now. “I see. Sorry about all your troubles. Certainly you can be a model for the exams. Let me quickly describe how this works and then I will give you a permission form for your parents to sign.”
Viola had some concerns about getting a parent to agree. “On the permission form, can you stress the cancer screening part and go lightly on the nudity? My parents are conservative, but not completely out there. Taking clothes off in school won’t get me a whipping, but I’m not sure how they will react. They might refuse to sign.”
Mrs Moore reassured Viola, “Sure. I can have the form ready for you right after school. Can you come by then? OK, see you later.”
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After school:
Viola poked her head into the health classroom “Hello? Mrs Moore?”
Mrs Moore looked up from the papers on her desk, “Hi Viola, come in. Here is the permission form. I have made the nudity part very vague and emphasized the cancer screening. I didn’t even have to mention ‘breasts’. Bring that back tomorrow with signatures and you can start at the beginning of class.
Now let me describe the lesson plan. For this first lesson, we will be undressed up in front of the class together. I will demonstrate a self-exam on myself, then repeat the exam on you. Then I will guide you through a self-exam. Starting the next day two classmates will be selected, one boy and one girl, to do a practice session on you. Every day after that, you undress and the class will start with a boy getting exam experience on you, followed by the normal daily lesson, and ends with a different girl getting experience, going through the roster until all students have had a practice session.”
Viola asked, “What happens after the last student? Can the exams keep going every day for the rest of the year? I really don’t want to get cancer.”
Again, Mrs Moore’s expectations were wildly exceeded. “Viola, you continue to surprise me. First you volunteered. We had a heck-ava-time getting anyone to be a model for this health class since it started ten years ago. Past complaints from girls that MIGHT have considered doing this are that there are a small few number of boys that they Do Not Want anywhere near them, much less anything involving touching. Your stepping up and volunteering is a blessing for me, thanks.”
Viola replied, “I have been preoccupied with family health issues, so don’t have any enemies in school.”
Mrs Moore said, “That’s, I hate to say ‘great’, but let’s instead say fortunate. Sort of. Even that’s not a great word. And of course we can keep the exams going until the school year is over. That is not a problem. So the process will be, undress, Boy Exam, the class, and finish with Girl Exam.
See you tomorrow.”
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Day 1:
After the bell starts the class, Mrs Moore announces “Class, let’s get started. Today we will begin learning about various forms of cancers and how to detect them. For the boys, we will finish the semester with mouth-tongue-throat cancer from chewing tobacco. But first, to keep you kids from falling asleep until then we will start with breast cancer and how to do a self-exam.”
This last bit got everyone's attention. Mrs Moore told the class. “This year we have a volunteer for a live demonstration. Viola, please come up here and introduce yourself.”
Viola shyly told the class, “Hi. My name is Viola. I asked to be up here because my family has a history of breast cancer. I need help to detect it early.”
Mrs Moore then got right into the plan for the class, “Thank you Viola. Now class, later Viola will distribute handouts so you don’t have to write down this lecture …” She went into a quick overview of breast cancer history, detection, and procedures to cure it.
Mrs Moore continued, “Let’s get started on the exams. First I will demonstrate on myself how to do a self-exam, and then I will help Viola do a self-exam. Following that, one boy will do a practice exam on Viola. Near the end of class, a girl will do a practice exam on Viola.”
With a quick glance at Viola to see how she is holding up, Mrs Moore said “Let’s get started.”
Her attention back to the class, Mrs Moore begins the exam by taking off her shirt. As she then takes off her bra, she tells Viola to disrobe. Standing topless and at ease in front of the class, Mrs Moore begins what the boys think is the exceptionally interesting portion of the lecture. She glances at Viola and sees her start to unbutton her shirt.
Continuing with the instruction Mrs Moore says, “Now class, especially you boys, I am 47 so my breasts have lost much of the strong connective tissue that keep you young girls perky. By my age they noticeably sag whereas Viola’s breasts are higher up on her chest. Also the fatty deposits that make my breasts fill out have started to melt away, so my breasts are soft and jiggly, while Viola has breasts that are far more spongy and bouncy.
In addition, I have had two children, and pregnancy will change the composition of breast tissues.”
Mrs Moore looks over at Viola, surprised that she is now completely nude. “(Today is about breasts, she should have known she could stop at topless. I guess my ‘disrobe’ instruction was too vague and Viola simply went all in. Oh well, up to her.)”
Mrs Moore continued with the class, “So here is how to do a breast exam. Viola, please follow along on yourself.”
The exam demonstration went through all the paces, places, and procedures, going all over the breast in ever widening circles to test everywhere.
The teacher ended her self-exam with, “And that is the basic breast self-exam. Viola, let me help you through an exam session now.”
Mrs Moore stayed topless as she instructs and guides Viola through a self-exam, occasionally using her own breast as an example, or to show differences caused by age.
Mrs Moore finished up the class with “That is the end of your practice session, Viola. Class, there is not enough time for more of this, so Viola, could you please distribute these handouts? Each student gets one from each pile. Thank you.”
Once again, the teacher is completely surprised by Viola. Instead of getting dressed first, she took the handouts and walked nude up and down the rows of desks, spending several seconds at each desk as she picked papers from each pile. As she finished with the last desk, the end of class bell rang. MsTeachHealth asked Viola to stay behind for a short talk.
“Viola, tomorrow will start the hands-on exam that you want. When you come in, please prepare yourself right away so we can start quickly. I will select Peter to be the first boy, as he is extremely, painfully shy. He might be reluctant to touch you, even if you tell him it's ok. So when he brings up his hand for the exam, if he stops, I need you to gently grab that hand and place it on your breast. You might even have to spread his fingers out and push on them to get his fingers moving with the correct pressure on your breast tissue. Is that ok? Good. When Peter is all done, call out his name and say a Thank You, then give him a sweet smile. That’s it for today. On to your next class.”
Viola brought up a problem. “My next class is gym. Do I have time to get there?”
“If you go right now, yes. Go pick up your books, I’ll get your clothes.”
As they converge back at the classroom door, Viola holds out her stack of books and Mrs Moore places her clothes on top. Viola then peeks out into the hallway, looking to see if the coast is clear, and dashes off toward the gym.
Bewildered, Mrs Moore thinks “(??? I meant she had time if she got dressed first. Why did she rush off nude?)”
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Day 2:
Mrs Moore is standing outside her classroom, in the hall, discussing some issue with another teacher. It takes about a minute after the starting bell rings for her to finish up and enter the classroom. She sees that Viola has followed instructions from yesterday, to be prepared for a quick start to the lesson, and has already taken off all her clothes and is standing in front of the class. Once again she is pleasantly surprised by her over enthusiasm, getting nude instead of simply topless. “(Extra credits for that young lady.)”
“Ok class, as I mentioned yesterday, every class from now on will start with a boy getting a hands on lesson for giving a woman a breast cancer exam, and the class will end with a girl getting a practice session with Viola. This will continue until all students have been through this lesson. After that, any girl that wants a personal self-exam instruction session up here, you can see me then. But this will be a serious exam lesson, don’t do this simply for the chance to get naked.”
Mrs Moore sees two girls react with looks of disappointment, so she rolls her eyes and adds, “Let me rephrase that. No matter what your motivation, it will involve a serious exam lesson, and graded as such.
OK, let’s get started with the boy’s part of doing a breast exam. Peter! You are the lucky guy and will go first. Please come up to the front. The first thing for this exam is to show you what a lump feels like.”
Mrs Moore unbuttons her blouse once again and removes her bra, standing facing the class. Pointing to Peter she instructs, “Come stand here on my right and give me your right hand.”
She takes his hand and splays out his fingers. Placing his hand precisely on her breast below her nipple, she pressed his fingers in and moved them in a small circle.
“You should be able to feel a small hard lump under your fingers. I have a cyst, or a non-cancerous lump. This is the safe version of a lump, but anything like this needs to be looked at by a doctor. Each of you students will start your examination in the following days on me, and then search Viola’s breast for this type of lump.”
Many boys in the class quickly understood her to say “I’m getting topless every day!”
She let Peter’s hand drop back to his side.
“Now Peter, time for the exam of Viola. Viola, you stand right here, and Peter … get close behind her left shoulder. No, closer. Close enough that you are touching her back and side with your chest. Viola, let your arms fall straight down, and Peter you should be pretty close to rubbing her arm. Good.” Mrs Moore guided Peter into position and when she was satisfied, “Yes, that’s good.”
“Now Peter, you need to put your right hand somewhere, as it will be at loose ends for this procedure. Reach up your right hand round her back and rest it on Viola’s right shoulder. Yes, just like that.”
Viola is standing still and calm with Peter getting into position beside her. “(He is shivering. Must be nervous as hell. I like that, at least he won’t hurt me.)”
Mrs Moore goes on to the next step. “Peter, now put your left hand on Viola’s left breast.”
Peter raises his arm out and pauses, then is barely able to warble out a whisper to Viola “Is it really OK? To touch?”
Viola whispers back “Yes Peter, you can touch me.” She then catches his left hand and guides it gently onto her breast. With yesterday’s advice from Mrs Moore she spreads out his finger pads on her nipple and into the starting position. To show it really, really is OK to touch, Viola keeps her hand on top of his so that it won’t drift away. To push things even FURTHER, she very slowly and almost imperceptibly presses his hand into her breast and then lets up. Three seconds of pressing inward, followed by three seconds of letting up. Three seconds press, three seconds relax. Embedded in all this, Viola subtly moves one of his fingers across her nipple every time, every three seconds. Peter’s uneven breathing and stronger trembling told Viola that he was getting the message Loud And Clear. Viola happily gets her own little rush from Peter’s fingers.
This continues as Mrs Moore is giving her spiel before the exam. “There are four parts to this exam. Left breast, right breast, each with arms up and arms down. As I demonstrated yesterday on myself.”
At the end of Part-One-Of-Four, Mrs Moore announced, “Good, we are done with part one. Peter, did you feel any lumps in Viola’s breast like you did in mine? No? Good, or we would have to rush Viola to an Urgent Care Clinic. It can be difficult to feel lumps in a teen breast with firm tissue, so don’t try to go too fast. Now let’s do the other breast, the right one. Peter, step up a little and turn into Viola. Get very close because you will have to reach your left hand across to her right breast.”
Viola feels Peter moving around, but he does not close in. He goes left, right, leans over … “(Why is he staying so far out? Ahh, I bet he has a boner and is too embarrassed to push it into my hip.)” She uses her left hand to reach around Peter’s back to pull and draw him in.
Viola whispers “It’s really OK, Peter. I understand. Stand straight and tall and press in. Yeah, that’s the way. You can touch me, I want to touch you. I even LIKE it.”
One again Viola gives Peter a confidence building ego boost by hugging him in with her left arm and subtly shifting her legs a few times, giving her hip a gentle rub on his erection. She then turns her face to him with a big smile.
When Peter completed the other three exams, Mrs Moore said, “Well done you two. Peter, before you sit down, tell the class what you were looking for in the exam, what you found, and then take some questions from the class.”
While Peter talked about what he had done and where he felt every little sensation change in Viola’s breast, Mrs Moore pulled Viola aside and quietly spoke. “I saw what you did with Peter, with the hand and then with the leg.”
Voila was embarrassed at getting caught. “Oh, you saw? I was hoping to be more cagey than that. Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was a good thing you did for Peter. I need to thank YOU. If you really like Peter, give him a hug before he sits down. You can give him a smile or a hug, your choice. You can hold him until the ending bell if you want. Well, let's get back to our positions and wind this down.”
Mrs Moore cranked up her Teacher voice telling the class, “Right! We need to wrap this up. Peter, thank Viola for her gracious help with the exercise. And class, please fill out the forms that are on your desks.”
Peter turned his back to the class and faced Viola. “Thank you Viola. It was great to get this instruction with you.”
Viola took a sneak peek at Peter’s crotch and saw that his hardon had not gone down, so she quickly scooted over to Peter and opened her arms in a clear invitation for a hug. Peter’s abject surprise didn’t stop him from opening his arms, but he was still too wound up from touching her to move his feet. For the hug he tried the same type of distant hug as for the second exam. Peter bent slightly at the waist and leaned into Viola.
Viola would have none of that, whispering into his ear while patting his butt “Stand up straight. I want a proper hug. A bear hug.”
As Peter straightened up and pressed in, Viola could feel his hardon against her tummy. Usually there is an ordinary amount of time to hold a hug, but Viola was determined that she would not be the first to let go. She snuggled her face into Peter’s neck, using her hands to knead his back as her arms clamped around him. She could feel his erection throb every time she shifted her feet, then felt him calm it down a bit. “(I wonder if feeling his boner through pants makes it seem bigger? Or do pants make it seem smaller?)” Viola was blissing out that she had this kind of power over a boy.
Peter did not have the social sense to know when to stop. Besides, getting his hands on Viola’s bare back felt too delightfully good to want to stop. He was so enthralled by hugging a naked girl, her body heat, the smell of her hair, the silky touch of her skin, that he could not let go. So the hug went on for minutes. He especially loved the time pressing his erection into Viola.
Viola whispered to him, “This is why us girls like to dance. Will you dance with me again soon?”
When Peter heard this he was overcome with emotion. He started trembling again and leaned his head onto hers. Viola heard his breathing go irregular, then a very quiet whimper. “(Lordy! Is he starting to cry? I need to help him. Where are some tissues?)”
Eventually Mrs Moore needed to break up the hug. “Well, thank you Peter. It's time to sit down.”
Although Peter was resigned to let go and end the hug, Viola squeezed him in tighter and whispered in his ear “Start coughing.” Peter was still in a mental state where he couldn’t speak and could only sigh out a soft “Huh?” Viola whispered again “You need to cough. Fake a cough, but start coughing NOW. Gentle ones.”
So Peter began coughing as instructed, fake gentle coughs. Viola rushed over to the teacher’s desk and grabbed the box of tissues.
Viola told him, loud enough for the class to hear, “Here, Peter. Cough into these.” Then in a quiet whisper, “And dry your eyes. I know the guys in this class, they're ALL dickheads. If they catch you crying they’ll razz you to the end of time. Now cough a bit more.”
Back to a normal voice, “Here are some more tissues.”
Soon Peter was able to turn around and take his seat without raising any suspicions. He was also blown away by the enthusiastic round of applause from the whole class. Even the dickheads that were in reach leaned over to pat his back with attaboys.
Mrs Moore said it was too late for the girl portion of the exam, but tomorrow’s process will go faster and will be conducted then. Turning to Viola she said, “Viola, here are some handouts for tomorrow’s class. Please give them to everyone as they leave. It will be on washing, HAND washing. I know some of you boys still don’t do a good job. ‘Rona has been beat down but it and the flu are still lurking out there.”
The ending bell rang just then, so Viola had to stand naked by the door passing out the papers. When everyone else was out, Mrs Moore put Viola’s folded clothes on top of her books and waved her out to the next class. Then she put her own blouse back on.
Mrs Moore said to herself, “(Damn, that Viola is one sharp cookie. She thinks fast and had the good grace to save Peter’s soul at the end. More bonus points for her.)”
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Day 3
As the Health class starts, Viola takes off her clothes and goes to the front of the class. Mrs Moore selects a male student, Harold, to practice a breast examination. As he gets up from his desk and walks to the front, Mrs Moore unbuttons her blouse once again. After folding her blouse and bra, she asks him to give her his hand.
Harold steps over to the topless teacher and reaches his hand out. Mrs Moore takes hold of it and guides his fingers to feel the cyst inside her breast. To speed things up Mrs Moore only conducts this part of the exam on herself, but stays topless as he is then led over to Viola to do a full practice session, going through the whole procedure.
Since this is the second time for a boy to go through the exercise, it went much faster.
Mrs Moore finishes up the boy’s session with Viola, “Well, we finally have time to go through a normal lesson. As you remember from last class, today we will go over hand washing.”
All the boys were ecstatic that the teacher did not dress back up and Viola stayed naked. Over the next few days, it became the routine in that class. The teacher is topless and Viola is nude for the whole class. The boys figured that this was simply bridging the time between boy practice at the start of class, and the girl practice at the end. Mrs Moore rationalized it was because inadequate air conditioning made wearing a shirt uncomfortably warm, and needed to be undressed anyway for the breast exams. But she could not admit to herself that those were just excuses and she simply enjoyed the raunchy freedom.
As the bell for the end of class rings, the teacher Mrs Moore calls out, “OK class, turn in your test sheets as you leave. Tomorrow we will demonstrate the breast cancer self examination. All students will get an opportunity to feel normal breast tissue on our medical dummy and follow the exam procedure.
Right, on to your next class.”
As the students exit the classroom, Viola steps up to the teacher saying, “Excuse me Mrs Moore, could I - *ahem* - MAY I volunteer to be the breast exam model?”
Mrs Moore is taken aback by this. “(Whoaa! That is unexpected.) This is an unusual request. You understand nudity is involved? And why do you want to volunteer?”
Viola replied, “My grandmother died of cancer three years ago. My mother had a breast removed, and is currently in remission on her other breast. My oldest sister had a biopsy last month and starts treatment next week. I need all the help I can get to find any cancer early.”
Mrs Moore completely understood now. “I see. Sorry about all your troubles. Certainly you can be a model for the exams. Let me quickly describe how this works and then I will give you a permission form for your parents to sign.”
Viola had some concerns about getting a parent to agree. “On the permission form, can you stress the cancer screening part and go lightly on the nudity? My parents are conservative, but not completely out there. Taking clothes off in school won’t get me a whipping, but I’m not sure how they will react. They might refuse to sign.”
Mrs Moore reassured Viola, “Sure. I can have the form ready for you right after school. Can you come by then? OK, see you later.”
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After school:
Viola poked her head into the health classroom “Hello? Mrs Moore?”
Mrs Moore looked up from the papers on her desk, “Hi Viola, come in. Here is the permission form. I have made the nudity part very vague and emphasized the cancer screening. I didn’t even have to mention ‘breasts’. Bring that back tomorrow with signatures and you can start at the beginning of class.
Now let me describe the lesson plan. For this first lesson, we will be undressed up in front of the class together. I will demonstrate a self-exam on myself, then repeat the exam on you. Then I will guide you through a self-exam. Starting the next day two classmates will be selected, one boy and one girl, to do a practice session on you. Every day after that, you undress and the class will start with a boy getting exam experience on you, followed by the normal daily lesson, and ends with a different girl getting experience, going through the roster until all students have had a practice session.”
Viola asked, “What happens after the last student? Can the exams keep going every day for the rest of the year? I really don’t want to get cancer.”
Again, Mrs Moore’s expectations were wildly exceeded. “Viola, you continue to surprise me. First you volunteered. We had a heck-ava-time getting anyone to be a model for this health class since it started ten years ago. Past complaints from girls that MIGHT have considered doing this are that there are a small few number of boys that they Do Not Want anywhere near them, much less anything involving touching. Your stepping up and volunteering is a blessing for me, thanks.”
Viola replied, “I have been preoccupied with family health issues, so don’t have any enemies in school.”
Mrs Moore said, “That’s, I hate to say ‘great’, but let’s instead say fortunate. Sort of. Even that’s not a great word. And of course we can keep the exams going until the school year is over. That is not a problem. So the process will be, undress, Boy Exam, the class, and finish with Girl Exam.
See you tomorrow.”
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Day 1:
After the bell starts the class, Mrs Moore announces “Class, let’s get started. Today we will begin learning about various forms of cancers and how to detect them. For the boys, we will finish the semester with mouth-tongue-throat cancer from chewing tobacco. But first, to keep you kids from falling asleep until then we will start with breast cancer and how to do a self-exam.”
This last bit got everyone's attention. Mrs Moore told the class. “This year we have a volunteer for a live demonstration. Viola, please come up here and introduce yourself.”
Viola shyly told the class, “Hi. My name is Viola. I asked to be up here because my family has a history of breast cancer. I need help to detect it early.”
Mrs Moore then got right into the plan for the class, “Thank you Viola. Now class, later Viola will distribute handouts so you don’t have to write down this lecture …” She went into a quick overview of breast cancer history, detection, and procedures to cure it.
Mrs Moore continued, “Let’s get started on the exams. First I will demonstrate on myself how to do a self-exam, and then I will help Viola do a self-exam. Following that, one boy will do a practice exam on Viola. Near the end of class, a girl will do a practice exam on Viola.”
With a quick glance at Viola to see how she is holding up, Mrs Moore said “Let’s get started.”
Her attention back to the class, Mrs Moore begins the exam by taking off her shirt. As she then takes off her bra, she tells Viola to disrobe. Standing topless and at ease in front of the class, Mrs Moore begins what the boys think is the exceptionally interesting portion of the lecture. She glances at Viola and sees her start to unbutton her shirt.
Continuing with the instruction Mrs Moore says, “Now class, especially you boys, I am 47 so my breasts have lost much of the strong connective tissue that keep you young girls perky. By my age they noticeably sag whereas Viola’s breasts are higher up on her chest. Also the fatty deposits that make my breasts fill out have started to melt away, so my breasts are soft and jiggly, while Viola has breasts that are far more spongy and bouncy.
In addition, I have had two children, and pregnancy will change the composition of breast tissues.”
Mrs Moore looks over at Viola, surprised that she is now completely nude. “(Today is about breasts, she should have known she could stop at topless. I guess my ‘disrobe’ instruction was too vague and Viola simply went all in. Oh well, up to her.)”
Mrs Moore continued with the class, “So here is how to do a breast exam. Viola, please follow along on yourself.”
The exam demonstration went through all the paces, places, and procedures, going all over the breast in ever widening circles to test everywhere.
The teacher ended her self-exam with, “And that is the basic breast self-exam. Viola, let me help you through an exam session now.”
Mrs Moore stayed topless as she instructs and guides Viola through a self-exam, occasionally using her own breast as an example, or to show differences caused by age.
Mrs Moore finished up the class with “That is the end of your practice session, Viola. Class, there is not enough time for more of this, so Viola, could you please distribute these handouts? Each student gets one from each pile. Thank you.”
Once again, the teacher is completely surprised by Viola. Instead of getting dressed first, she took the handouts and walked nude up and down the rows of desks, spending several seconds at each desk as she picked papers from each pile. As she finished with the last desk, the end of class bell rang. MsTeachHealth asked Viola to stay behind for a short talk.
“Viola, tomorrow will start the hands-on exam that you want. When you come in, please prepare yourself right away so we can start quickly. I will select Peter to be the first boy, as he is extremely, painfully shy. He might be reluctant to touch you, even if you tell him it's ok. So when he brings up his hand for the exam, if he stops, I need you to gently grab that hand and place it on your breast. You might even have to spread his fingers out and push on them to get his fingers moving with the correct pressure on your breast tissue. Is that ok? Good. When Peter is all done, call out his name and say a Thank You, then give him a sweet smile. That’s it for today. On to your next class.”
Viola brought up a problem. “My next class is gym. Do I have time to get there?”
“If you go right now, yes. Go pick up your books, I’ll get your clothes.”
As they converge back at the classroom door, Viola holds out her stack of books and Mrs Moore places her clothes on top. Viola then peeks out into the hallway, looking to see if the coast is clear, and dashes off toward the gym.
Bewildered, Mrs Moore thinks “(??? I meant she had time if she got dressed first. Why did she rush off nude?)”
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Day 2:
Mrs Moore is standing outside her classroom, in the hall, discussing some issue with another teacher. It takes about a minute after the starting bell rings for her to finish up and enter the classroom. She sees that Viola has followed instructions from yesterday, to be prepared for a quick start to the lesson, and has already taken off all her clothes and is standing in front of the class. Once again she is pleasantly surprised by her over enthusiasm, getting nude instead of simply topless. “(Extra credits for that young lady.)”
“Ok class, as I mentioned yesterday, every class from now on will start with a boy getting a hands on lesson for giving a woman a breast cancer exam, and the class will end with a girl getting a practice session with Viola. This will continue until all students have been through this lesson. After that, any girl that wants a personal self-exam instruction session up here, you can see me then. But this will be a serious exam lesson, don’t do this simply for the chance to get naked.”
Mrs Moore sees two girls react with looks of disappointment, so she rolls her eyes and adds, “Let me rephrase that. No matter what your motivation, it will involve a serious exam lesson, and graded as such.
OK, let’s get started with the boy’s part of doing a breast exam. Peter! You are the lucky guy and will go first. Please come up to the front. The first thing for this exam is to show you what a lump feels like.”
Mrs Moore unbuttons her blouse once again and removes her bra, standing facing the class. Pointing to Peter she instructs, “Come stand here on my right and give me your right hand.”
She takes his hand and splays out his fingers. Placing his hand precisely on her breast below her nipple, she pressed his fingers in and moved them in a small circle.
“You should be able to feel a small hard lump under your fingers. I have a cyst, or a non-cancerous lump. This is the safe version of a lump, but anything like this needs to be looked at by a doctor. Each of you students will start your examination in the following days on me, and then search Viola’s breast for this type of lump.”
Many boys in the class quickly understood her to say “I’m getting topless every day!”
She let Peter’s hand drop back to his side.
“Now Peter, time for the exam of Viola. Viola, you stand right here, and Peter … get close behind her left shoulder. No, closer. Close enough that you are touching her back and side with your chest. Viola, let your arms fall straight down, and Peter you should be pretty close to rubbing her arm. Good.” Mrs Moore guided Peter into position and when she was satisfied, “Yes, that’s good.”
“Now Peter, you need to put your right hand somewhere, as it will be at loose ends for this procedure. Reach up your right hand round her back and rest it on Viola’s right shoulder. Yes, just like that.”
Viola is standing still and calm with Peter getting into position beside her. “(He is shivering. Must be nervous as hell. I like that, at least he won’t hurt me.)”
Mrs Moore goes on to the next step. “Peter, now put your left hand on Viola’s left breast.”
Peter raises his arm out and pauses, then is barely able to warble out a whisper to Viola “Is it really OK? To touch?”
Viola whispers back “Yes Peter, you can touch me.” She then catches his left hand and guides it gently onto her breast. With yesterday’s advice from Mrs Moore she spreads out his finger pads on her nipple and into the starting position. To show it really, really is OK to touch, Viola keeps her hand on top of his so that it won’t drift away. To push things even FURTHER, she very slowly and almost imperceptibly presses his hand into her breast and then lets up. Three seconds of pressing inward, followed by three seconds of letting up. Three seconds press, three seconds relax. Embedded in all this, Viola subtly moves one of his fingers across her nipple every time, every three seconds. Peter’s uneven breathing and stronger trembling told Viola that he was getting the message Loud And Clear. Viola happily gets her own little rush from Peter’s fingers.
This continues as Mrs Moore is giving her spiel before the exam. “There are four parts to this exam. Left breast, right breast, each with arms up and arms down. As I demonstrated yesterday on myself.”
At the end of Part-One-Of-Four, Mrs Moore announced, “Good, we are done with part one. Peter, did you feel any lumps in Viola’s breast like you did in mine? No? Good, or we would have to rush Viola to an Urgent Care Clinic. It can be difficult to feel lumps in a teen breast with firm tissue, so don’t try to go too fast. Now let’s do the other breast, the right one. Peter, step up a little and turn into Viola. Get very close because you will have to reach your left hand across to her right breast.”
Viola feels Peter moving around, but he does not close in. He goes left, right, leans over … “(Why is he staying so far out? Ahh, I bet he has a boner and is too embarrassed to push it into my hip.)” She uses her left hand to reach around Peter’s back to pull and draw him in.
Viola whispers “It’s really OK, Peter. I understand. Stand straight and tall and press in. Yeah, that’s the way. You can touch me, I want to touch you. I even LIKE it.”
One again Viola gives Peter a confidence building ego boost by hugging him in with her left arm and subtly shifting her legs a few times, giving her hip a gentle rub on his erection. She then turns her face to him with a big smile.
When Peter completed the other three exams, Mrs Moore said, “Well done you two. Peter, before you sit down, tell the class what you were looking for in the exam, what you found, and then take some questions from the class.”
While Peter talked about what he had done and where he felt every little sensation change in Viola’s breast, Mrs Moore pulled Viola aside and quietly spoke. “I saw what you did with Peter, with the hand and then with the leg.”
Voila was embarrassed at getting caught. “Oh, you saw? I was hoping to be more cagey than that. Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was a good thing you did for Peter. I need to thank YOU. If you really like Peter, give him a hug before he sits down. You can give him a smile or a hug, your choice. You can hold him until the ending bell if you want. Well, let's get back to our positions and wind this down.”
Mrs Moore cranked up her Teacher voice telling the class, “Right! We need to wrap this up. Peter, thank Viola for her gracious help with the exercise. And class, please fill out the forms that are on your desks.”
Peter turned his back to the class and faced Viola. “Thank you Viola. It was great to get this instruction with you.”
Viola took a sneak peek at Peter’s crotch and saw that his hardon had not gone down, so she quickly scooted over to Peter and opened her arms in a clear invitation for a hug. Peter’s abject surprise didn’t stop him from opening his arms, but he was still too wound up from touching her to move his feet. For the hug he tried the same type of distant hug as for the second exam. Peter bent slightly at the waist and leaned into Viola.
Viola would have none of that, whispering into his ear while patting his butt “Stand up straight. I want a proper hug. A bear hug.”
As Peter straightened up and pressed in, Viola could feel his hardon against her tummy. Usually there is an ordinary amount of time to hold a hug, but Viola was determined that she would not be the first to let go. She snuggled her face into Peter’s neck, using her hands to knead his back as her arms clamped around him. She could feel his erection throb every time she shifted her feet, then felt him calm it down a bit. “(I wonder if feeling his boner through pants makes it seem bigger? Or do pants make it seem smaller?)” Viola was blissing out that she had this kind of power over a boy.
Peter did not have the social sense to know when to stop. Besides, getting his hands on Viola’s bare back felt too delightfully good to want to stop. He was so enthralled by hugging a naked girl, her body heat, the smell of her hair, the silky touch of her skin, that he could not let go. So the hug went on for minutes. He especially loved the time pressing his erection into Viola.
Viola whispered to him, “This is why us girls like to dance. Will you dance with me again soon?”
When Peter heard this he was overcome with emotion. He started trembling again and leaned his head onto hers. Viola heard his breathing go irregular, then a very quiet whimper. “(Lordy! Is he starting to cry? I need to help him. Where are some tissues?)”
Eventually Mrs Moore needed to break up the hug. “Well, thank you Peter. It's time to sit down.”
Although Peter was resigned to let go and end the hug, Viola squeezed him in tighter and whispered in his ear “Start coughing.” Peter was still in a mental state where he couldn’t speak and could only sigh out a soft “Huh?” Viola whispered again “You need to cough. Fake a cough, but start coughing NOW. Gentle ones.”
So Peter began coughing as instructed, fake gentle coughs. Viola rushed over to the teacher’s desk and grabbed the box of tissues.
Viola told him, loud enough for the class to hear, “Here, Peter. Cough into these.” Then in a quiet whisper, “And dry your eyes. I know the guys in this class, they're ALL dickheads. If they catch you crying they’ll razz you to the end of time. Now cough a bit more.”
Back to a normal voice, “Here are some more tissues.”
Soon Peter was able to turn around and take his seat without raising any suspicions. He was also blown away by the enthusiastic round of applause from the whole class. Even the dickheads that were in reach leaned over to pat his back with attaboys.
Mrs Moore said it was too late for the girl portion of the exam, but tomorrow’s process will go faster and will be conducted then. Turning to Viola she said, “Viola, here are some handouts for tomorrow’s class. Please give them to everyone as they leave. It will be on washing, HAND washing. I know some of you boys still don’t do a good job. ‘Rona has been beat down but it and the flu are still lurking out there.”
The ending bell rang just then, so Viola had to stand naked by the door passing out the papers. When everyone else was out, Mrs Moore put Viola’s folded clothes on top of her books and waved her out to the next class. Then she put her own blouse back on.
Mrs Moore said to herself, “(Damn, that Viola is one sharp cookie. She thinks fast and had the good grace to save Peter’s soul at the end. More bonus points for her.)”
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Day 3
As the Health class starts, Viola takes off her clothes and goes to the front of the class. Mrs Moore selects a male student, Harold, to practice a breast examination. As he gets up from his desk and walks to the front, Mrs Moore unbuttons her blouse once again. After folding her blouse and bra, she asks him to give her his hand.
Harold steps over to the topless teacher and reaches his hand out. Mrs Moore takes hold of it and guides his fingers to feel the cyst inside her breast. To speed things up Mrs Moore only conducts this part of the exam on herself, but stays topless as he is then led over to Viola to do a full practice session, going through the whole procedure.
Since this is the second time for a boy to go through the exercise, it went much faster.
Mrs Moore finishes up the boy’s session with Viola, “Well, we finally have time to go through a normal lesson. As you remember from last class, today we will go over hand washing.”
All the boys were ecstatic that the teacher did not dress back up and Viola stayed naked. Over the next few days, it became the routine in that class. The teacher is topless and Viola is nude for the whole class. The boys figured that this was simply bridging the time between boy practice at the start of class, and the girl practice at the end. Mrs Moore rationalized it was because inadequate air conditioning made wearing a shirt uncomfortably warm, and needed to be undressed anyway for the breast exams. But she could not admit to herself that those were just excuses and she simply enjoyed the raunchy freedom.
Enjoying it so far; keep up the good work!
