I'm a student in high school. I'm an ok student. I get decent grades, but never really apply myself to get into honor roll. I'm happy being average. That applies to my appearances too. I have no desires to be popular, so I don't care to wear name brand clothes or makeup. I'm not too thin. I'm not overweight. I'm just average and happily so.

I'm better friends with my teachers than my fellow students. I became friendly with my gym teacher and he was nice enough to let me sit out of most activities. In our school system, the gym coaches usually teach other subjects. My gym coach was also an American History teacher. On Fridays, instead of making me join in whatever the activity of the day was, he'd let me sit in the coaches office and grade papers of his American History classes. It was a welcome change from sweating outside in the sun, but it did get boring. I have a short attention span and always took a few minutes to snoop through the coaches desks. There was really nothing of interest, but I did find a list of the teachers personal email addresses and made a copy for myself.

One day, I had to leave school early for a Dr's appointment. My Mom is usually gone in the morning before I leave for school and never sees how frumpy I dress. Since she was driving me to my Dr's appointment, she was able to see and disapprove of my clothes. She told me to go change into something presentable. I picked one of my Sunday dresses. It's better, but still nothing special. At best, my dress looked like something other girls wore to school everyday in their efforts to be popular.

Mom had to go back to work an hour before the end of the school day, but rather than just drop me off at home, she took me back to school which made little sense to me. As I was walking through the teachers parking lot, I stopped to look at my reflection in one of the car windows and decided I didn't want anyone to see me wearing a dress. Not sure why I did it, but I took my phone out and started taking my picture next to a teachers car I knew. At first, I just picked the cars of teachers I knew and liked. Just standing there. Nothing sexy, but then my mood changed and I started to lift my dress and take pictures of my panties always holding the phone as far as I could to get the car in the picture. Sometimes I would use the reflection of the car next to it to get better pictures. I eventually took my panties off.

My Mom forced me to take gymnastics when I was little. I grew bored with it years ago and quit but maintained my flexibility. I thought it would be funny to lift my dress, kick a leg up and take pictures of myself pressing my pussy against the door handles of various teachers cars. In my head, it felt like the teachers were indirectly touching me. I took at least five pictures of myself with half a dozen cars. Some cars I took more pictures with, but I got a few standard pictures with each. I'd get a wide shot using the reflection of the car window. Another bent over with my dress up and using the reflection to show my ass. One with a leg up onto the hood and getting a closer view of my pussy, but still getting the color of the car or the wheel in the image. Finally, I'd end the series with my pussy pressed against the door handle.

As I was taking the last picture, I noticed the door was unlocked. I opened the door, got in and started looking through things. There was nothing of value in there. I guessed he left the door unlocked so noone will break a window to get in. I leaned back in the seat, put my legs up and took a few more pictures of myself spread wide. Another straddling the console with my pussy lips spread on his gear shifter. The last picture was with the seat reclined all the way with my pussy grinding into his head rest.

By that time, the school day was almost over. Still not wanting my classmates to see me wearing a dress, I just walked home. I downloaded the pictures from my phone to my laptop into a password protected folder and deleted them from my phone. Most of the pictures were so close there was no way anyone would be able to know who was in the pictures, but my face and hair needed to be blocked in the wide shots taken by reflection.

Over the next week, I would stay a little later after school and hang out around the teachers lots to see who drove what. I gotta say, I was somewhat surprised at the owners of the cars. Some teachers that I would never suspect to have any fun drove sports cars while some of the younger, "cool" teachers drove boring cars. I made notes of who drove the cars I took pictures with and compared them to the personal email list I copied from the coaches office.

After starting an anonymous hotmail account, I sent them each an email with the subject: "Guess who I am!". I only sent each one refelction picture and it was just me standing next to their car. They all replied in a friendly tone with a guess and they were all wrong. None of them have ever seen me in a dress and would probably never suspect I even own one. Since my entire head was obscured, this game could go on forever without a correct guess.

Over the next several email exchanges, I would give them clues, but never anything real that would describe me. None of the clues were of anyone specific. I would just think of a random popular girl and give something about her as a clue. Eventually, they would all ask for a better clue and when I thought it was the right time, the next picture they received was a reflection of me bent over, with my dress up around my waist showing my naked ass.

One teacher told me to discontinue all contact and further attempts to contact him would be reported to the school and possibly the police. He then blocked my email address. I was really disappointed by that because his was the car I took the pictures in. I was hoping I'd be able to share those with him.

None of the others responded that way or blocked me, but none replied and I figured the game was over, but a week later one replied with a list of girls he thought I might be based on my body type. That was a polite way of saying he's been checking out the asses of his female students for comparison. My name wasn't on that list and it never would be since I'm not even in any of his classes.

Just to keep his interest, I told him he was getting warmer and sent the reflection picture of my leg up showing my pussy from behind. He was an older teacher and seemingly not afraid of getting caught. He never asked to see more or make suggestive comments, so he probably figured he was safe. He was playing it like it was still just a guessing game.

Until the end of the school year, I would randomly show up a few minutes late and catch the teachers lot when empty. I'd take a few pictures of myself with his car and go straight to the gym to change clothes. He would keep guessing different girls, but I would tell him I'd never tell and it would just have to always be a secret.

Just before Spring Break, he sent me an email that he would leave me something in his car and that the key would be taped under his mirror. The next day he sent me an email asking why I didn't get it yet. I told him I'd get it when I felt like it and to just keep leaving me the key until I decided to get it. Sometime the next week, I wore sunglasses and a hoodie drawn tight. I quickly got in, got what he left for me and got out. It was an envelope with a $100 Walmart gift card.

I thanked him for the gift card and his response was, "Honestly, I was hoping you'd take a few pictures inside my car.". I told him, "I figured as much. That's why I kept your spare key.".

That's how the game played until I eventually graduated. He never found out it was me, but he did say he was sure he knew who I was and mentioned one of the popular girls. Looking at her, I was flattered he thought I could be her body double. She was gorgeous! I often wondered how he would act around her in class. Did he look at her a little too long or smile at her as if they shared a secret.

He tried to keep in contact when I left for college, but since I wasn't able to continue the game, my short attention span dropped him. As an adult, I'm just as boring as I was before the games. I guess I peaked early.