As the bell rang, Charlotte took more pictures for the school paper. I declined more than a basic interview, as the naked and cum-stained Noelle Czerny went to the utility closet down the hall to grab some cleaning supplies and clean the desk she had rudely bespoiled.
"What the fuck is this?!" Principal O'Halloran came in, dragging Noelle to the sight of me, naked, chatting cordially with Charlotte.
"Oh, hey Caroline," I said, disregarding all formality. "We just had a study day today, so I could readjust to the new order of things. I let some of my students fuck Noelle to pass the time."
"For fuck's sake, Mr. Thomas," she was notorious for swearing in front of students, "this poor thing is bleeding from both holes."
"I'm fine--"
"Shh. It's bad enough that you knocked me up, earlier, and this one. But do you have to be so rough? And teach your fucking classes tomorrow. I'm not paying you to fuck around. Or **** the students to fuck around."
"If I get any complaints from parents or students about your teaching or overfucking, then you're off of prom chaperone duty Saturday."
"Deal," I said, rising and extending my hand to Caroline to shake. She looked at it, still covered in some of Noelle's juices and ignored it in disgust. "Come along, Charlotte," she yelled to the student, who I'd forgotten was also her daughter.
I tossed on my pants and shirt and grabbed Noelle's clothes, tossing them in a trash can as I exited the building, and pocketing the engagement ring and silver crucifix.
Four cheerleaders were huddled around my twenty-year-old car, a car older than all of them, and a dilapidated rust bucket I purchased from a junkyard. "We heard what you did to Miss Czerny. That's hot." "I wish I took Calculus. Did you want to take us home with you tonight to fuck?"
"Not going home, girls. I have other plans." They slumped down in defeat, annoyed that I didn't fall for their bait. I kissed the head cheerleader passionately, with her returning the favor. "Ask me again tomorrow. I might be up for it, then."
Truth be told, I was still uneasy about the idea of fucking students. Everyone expected me to, everyone assumed I had, but I had deliberately stuck with faculty members. I thought forcing my students to fuck my teaching assistant would inspire me to fuck one of them, but it wasn't enough. I had the **** blowjob from Cathy, my groping of her later, and then kissing head cheerleader Margo Robbins. All completely illegal or immoral in a sane world, but my world was now insane.
Bob and Tricia Flanagan waved at the cheerleaders and me as they drove off, honking jocularly along the way. I hopped in the car, tossing my bag on the junk in the passenger's seat, and quickly backed out, almost hitting some more girls who had arrived to see me off.
I sped away, way too fast for a school zone, but I was tired of the whole scene. I checked my phone, and frowned when I saw I had missed the statewide alert announcing my status as an EDP.
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