AfterSchool Special

Your day as a teacher at the private high school is uneventful. Though fucking a teenage redhead stupid, makes most things seem small.

The entire scene has been replaying in your mind multiple times throughout the date. The first thing you realize is that you came inside of the fertile teenager let alone fucked her bareback. You could have knocked her up. That would make things difficult to keep quiet.

The memory of Rachel banging against the locker doors replayed in your mind differently than it did now. It seemed like she was wanting her ‘friends’ to get him off of her before he claimed her virginity.

Then the memory of the black angel fishing out your cock and guiding it between Rachel’s labia lips seemed a lot more sinister and malicious. You wonder what teenage drama you allowed yourself to get mixed up in.

Thankfully, none of your students is actually the redhead that you fucked silly. That meant she was probably a senior given the hallway she was in. At least you were unlikely to be convicted of statuary **** with her being legal.

The last class for today was over and you were just getting ahead of classwork to do for the rest of the school year.

The door to your room resonated with the knocking from someone on the other side. You get up slowly and walk to the door with some trepidation, a part of you knew whom it was.

As expected, Rachel is on the other side. She is smart enough to bustle herself in before closing and locking the door behind her. She turned around and looked up at you bashfully.

“Thank you, Mr. Doe for letting me through the door. We really should talk…

“… and I have some explaining to do.” With a nervous timbre in Rachel’s voice she adds to her announcement.

With a sight you turn and walk to your desk and sit down. With a short motion you suggest Rachel can use the desk or get a chair.

With a grateful smile and continued nervousness, Rachel sits on your desk next to you.

“What’s on your mind Rachel?” You ask more calmly than you feel.

Rachel blurts out “You know my name? wow…” Rachel responds with genuine and pleased surprise and joy.

You chuckle, “Of course I do, I like to know the people I have sex with.”

With a blush Rachel looks down and to the side, “I am really sorry about that. I thought I had some friends that would separate us if we got too carried away… I thought we would just make out until the bell rang.

“Not that I did not want to have sex with you! I just didn’t want to manipulate you into anything you would only agree to in that heat.” Apologetically Rachel adds as if she thought you were offended by her wanting to limit to just kissing and petting.

A genuine warm smile grows across your face despite the situation. You had imagined this conversation going different… definitely worse. You are very happy that you were wrong with your imagining.

A slight roll of your chair to the side you gently hold Rachel’s knees tenderly. Her pulse quickens as she inhales her breath sharply. She did and said nothing to dissuade him. However, that was beyond his intent.

“I admit that I would have never let myself get carried away if I was thinking clearly. However, you are very beautiful, smart, and care about others much more than teenagers typically do. I am grateful that it is with you of all people.”

A slight of a nod of Rachel’s head is her only response for a moment until she swallowed some saliva, nervous again. This confused you a little.

“I am happy that you feel that way. Because part of the reason I wanted to wait on actual sex is because this is my most fertile day. My mother always warned me about letting boys have sex without a condom regardless of what day it is for me.

“That and I just know I am, or will be imminently pregnant.”

Quickly Rachel adds “Not that I don’t want your child, because if it is with anyone I’d rather it be with you.”

You are young enough to remember what it was like as a teenager. There is little doubt in your mind that Rachel knows her body better than you, or anyone else, does.

“Rachel, you are very beautiful the other boys must be cherish every date you choose to go out with them on.”

Amused that you think so, Rachel still smirks. “They call me a tease because I am a cheerleader and like yoga pants, shorts, and skirts. They my nickname is blue-balls, for reasons I am sure you already discovered this morning.

“The boys my age could care less about me as a person, and what I want. I have always been attracted to older men, even when I was in sixth grade and you were a senior. I saw you at church with you mum, and knew I wanted to be yours.”

Your libido is focusing on Rachel’s young pert ‘B’ cup breasts and lithe svelte body such as a gymnast. The way she breathed and her sports bra encased Cupid’s kettledrums swelled and fell.

The admin probably already knew by now, and will sacrifice your job if Rachel’s parents decide to be a problem. On the other hand, maybe they will sacrifice it anyhow. So there is little holding you back now, knowing she is past the age of consent.

It is fortunate for both of you that you are independently wealthy. Hence are able to support a family and giving you both the freedom to do whatever you have a want.