Actually, you need to get to school

A quick bout of casual sex is very tempting, but you were only excused from your morning classes to go to the doctor for your tests. You have only about a half hour to get back to school. And of course there is the matter of you going out with Mary, "I'm sorry, Miss," You tell the nympho before you. “But I have to get back to class.”

“I understand,” she tells you, sounding very disappointed..

“If it’s any consolation,” you admit. “I’ll probably jack off tonight thinking about what might have happened.”

She smiles as you run out the door for school.

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You make it just as the bell rings ending lunch. That gives you five minutes to get to class on the first floor, with your books, which are in your locker on the third floor. You race through the hallways, and up the stairwell. You grab your books from your locker, but as you turn to head to class, you’re stopped by pair of deep blue eyes.

“John, you, like, on your way to history class?” It was Julie Roman, the head cheerleader, and someone who normally wouldn’t spit on you if you were on fire.

“Yes, Julie,” you groan. “At least if I can get past to get there on time.” You continue to sprint through the halls.

“Well, you do, like, real well in Mr. Franklin’s class, right?” You glance over your shoulder to see that the bleach-blonde, D-cup, 5’7’’ cheer-slut is still in tow.

“I have an A- average, if that’s what you mean.” You start down the crowded stairs. “What’s it to you?”

“Well, I could, like, use just the most smidgen-est bit of help with my term paper.”

You almost stop in your tracks. “You mean the paper that’s due tomorrow? That paper?”

“Yeah, well, like I kinda need like well, all of it.”

This time you DO come to a halt. Was she actually asking you to help her with a paper she hadn’t even started yet, AND it was due in 24 hours? “No offence,” you ask. “But why should I help you? I mean this is the first time you ever even said more than three words to me.”

“Well,” she gives a seductive little smile with her bright red lips. “I know that the Virgin Mary has got to be giving you, like, the bluest balls since Papa Smurf. You help me, I’ll, like, help you relieve a little tension.” To illustrate her point, she places her hand on your crotch and give a friendly rub.

“I dunno.” You push forward into the class room just as the bell rings.

“Think it over during class,” she tells you. “My topic is, ‘The Battle of Vicksburg.’ “

Mr. Franklin enters and starts writing today’s notes on the blackboard. All of a sudden it hits you. You DID a paper on Vicksburg last year! It’s still floating about your hard drive somewhere. Julie would just have to reword everything so it isn’t that obvious you gave her a paper. You got an A on it, so she would surely do well. You wonder just how much relief she’s offering?

But that would be cheating. Both on the paper, and cheating on Mary. You aren’t sure what to do. To interrupt your thoughts Julie tosses a note on your desk while the teacher is turned towards the blackboard. You open it up. “C=hand job B=blow job A=All the way.” Your cock twitches to attention.