I'm a high school teacher in Central Florida. At only 24, I'm not much older than the Juniors and Seniors I teach. Being a young and new teacher, I have yet to be soured to the profession and haven't learned to hate the job like so many of my colleagues. We're practically the same generation, so I tend to treat them more as equals than subordinates, but I do have a strict "No Phone" policy. The policy is that all phones must be put away and stay away before the end of roll call. After roll call, if I see the phone, I keep it until the end of class even if it's just laying on their desk.

Students always test this rule just as their parents did when trying to pass notes when they were their age. Most kids eventually get caught and the others laugh. Since they get the phone back at the end of class and there are no real consequences other than a minor inconvenience, nobody makes a big deal of it.

The classes always begin with a lecture. It's during these lectures when most are caught. Without interrupting my lecture, I'll walk up to the offending student. Some will deny using it to which I often reply, "Then you won't mind it sitting in my desk until the end of class.".

I have great students and most will know they were caught and give it up without incident which is what happened with Jen and Lucas that day. Jen lived a few doors down from me and was always polite in school and in the neighborhood. When I took her phone, her ears turned red with embarrassment. Hers went into the top side drawer of my desk with Lucas'. After lecture, the students are given class assignments which could be to read from their textbooks or a written assignment. If I time it right, I'll often have 20-30 minutes to grade papers from the previous class or get ahead in my lesson plans.

It was during one of those class assignment times that I opened my desk drawer and saw the screen on one of the phones I confiscated was on and receiving a message. Being curious, I swiped the screen. There was no password protection and it opened up directly to the home screen. It was Lucas' phone. Lucas and I have a good relationship and I was going to prank him by replying to whoever sent him the message. When I opened the message, I see it was from another student, but not in any of my classes. The message simply read "GROSS!!!".

I scroll up and see he's been sending her pictures of his dick. Looking through other text conversations, I see he's been sending pictures of his dick to many others. Side note: If you're one of those guys that send dick pics to girls, seriously...stop. Girls don't find dicks as attractive as you think they do.

After reading a few more of his conversations and laughing to myself, I look over at Jen's phone. I look up at her and she's busily writing. I hit the on button and swipe the screen and it lights up. It really surprises me that there are so few using passwords on their phones since their whole lives are in there. I open up her text messages and see nothing of interest. Nothing that surprised me at all. She seemed like a genuinely pleasant girl, but not overtly attractive. She's not unattractive, but not one that would draw your attention in a crowd. I turned the screen off and closed the drawer.

A few minutes later, I scan the class again and look at Jen. She's still writing, but between pen and paper she would put the pen cap in her mouth. Between biting, she would reach out to touch the pen cap with her tongue. It was completely subconscious, but innocently sexual. After watching her a few moments longer, I looked back at my desk drawer and opened it.

I went directly to her picture gallery to see if she captured any private moments. Most images were of her friends and family. I smiled to myself as I looked through the gallery and saw pictures of her parents around their home. One of her Dad eating cereal at their kitchen table in his underwear and another of her Mother wearing a bath towel and appearing to scream for her to not take a picture.

Most of her pictures were just like the others. Just candid moments of the life of a teenage girl. Then I searched her phone directory for any JPG image and saw pictures of Jen in her bathroom taking pictures of herself in her bra and panties. Following that image, I was able to follow it back to a folder that was not in her picture gallery directory. These were pictures she obviously wanted to keep hidden and private.

I plugged a data cable to her phone and copied the entire folder into my laptop for proper viewing later. Minutes later, we wrapped up class and each student retrieved their phone. I pretended not to notice and held out the pink phone to Lucas, but he called my bluff and tried to accept it. Jen didn't seem phased that Lucas was about to leave with her phone.

Later that evening, I'd almost forgotten about the file folder until I heard talking outside. Looking out, I see Jen and one of the other neighbor girls walking by my house. I start up my laptop and open the folder I saved from her phone. There were hundreds of pictures in there. Most were of her taking pictures of herself in her bathroom trying on different outfits. It did't surprise me that she would be so organized as to catalog her clothes.

After a few minutes of clicking through pictures and pausing for anything that showed more skin, I come across the set I found in class of Jen in her bra and panties. She was just standing there looking like a patient in front of her Dr. There were a few more poses where she tried to be a sexy model, but all with the same lack of character. Suddenly, she was topless. I thought that was where the set was headed, but was still surprised when I saw her naked breasts tipped with the most adorable small nipples. I'd always figured her for a full B-cup, but never gave her nipples much thought.

A few more poses later, she was now taking close ups of her panties and pulling them tightly to enhance the outline of her toe. Soon after, her panties were pulled into a thin bunch between and parting her lips. With each close up, she showed more until her panties were pulling one lip to the side, opening and exposing her pink pussy.

Up until this point, I could still see was taking these pictures in her bathroom. Judging by the decorations and change of setting, I knew the next set was taken in her bedroom. This set began with her completely nude and focused in closely on her pussy and ass. Everything about her was completely bald and smooth. Not a sign of any razor bumps, burn, or blemishes. Everything about her pussy was simply perfect.

Many of the pictures appeared to be duplicates, but each was slightly different than the other and it was obvious she was taking many pictures in succession. If I clicked through them with a rhythm, it gave the illusion of motion that she was teasing her pussy by opening and dipping her fingers between her lips and pinching her hood to expose her clit. I did enjoy those close ups, but my favorite pictures of her were the ones where I could see her face.

For me, things changed between us and I was never able to look at her in the same way. She went off to college last year and it's doubtful I'll ever see her again. I'm still a teacher in the same school, in the same class. I still have the same "No Phone" policy and am still surprised how few people password protect their phones.