Lighten up. Most people are dressed casually.”“Most women are not flaunting their body like some…”“Some what? Some cheap whore? Is that what... you wanted to say? Most men would be proud to have a woman like me. I’m still in great shape for my age, and I’m not afraid to show it.”“I saw Ollie eying you up like a piece of meat.”“Oh, I get it now. You’re jealous of Ollie.”“Should I be?”“Yeah, maybe you should. He treated me like a gentleman.”“I bet he did, the little jerk. I bet he fucks a different. Above the matching belt, she’d decided on a loose, white chemise that hinted at her beautiful breasts rather than flaunting them, the material just shear enough to show the outlines of the lacy bra underneath. It wasn’t exactly her ideal ‘librarian’ look, but she’d brought a cardigan in her bag to slip on over it when she went to work. And, from Batgirl’s perspective, it had the big advantage of being loose enough to let in searching hands without having to mess around with buttons! She looked. I didn't have time to ask now so I saved it for later.In my next class it was easy to tell who had heard my speech and who hadn't. The first group greeted me in a VERY friendly manner. I particularly enjoyed that it included many girls. The other class members shrunk away and didn't want to be anywhere near me. They were confused by the warmth of the first group's welcomes.I waited until the start of class, then got permission from the teacher to address the class for a minute.I said, "The. Steve smiled at her, got out of his chair and walked round to where Donna was sitting with his hand out, as Donna shook his hand he bent forward towards her saying “You’re really good” as their lips brushed his hands slipped onto her tits.She turned around and looked at the clock again, it was 7:33pm, as Steve felt her tits she said “We don’t have time”, Donna pushed Steve up to the edge of his desk and was touching the front of his pants, he was hard. As Donna rubbed him he was kissing her.