Go to class, make some plans

Your dalliance with Clara has left you with no time for lunch before your second class. You stride quickly, ignoring the looks and smothered giggles of students as you pass. You wonder jokingly if they're putting aphrodisiacs in the food to make these girls act like this, but then you reflect that healthy hormonal teenage girls, put in an enclosed environment are likely to act out. When stimulus like you and the other men are added, it's no surprise you have a target on your backs. Or on your cocks you think, with a shake of your head.

To your relief, and somewhat to your surprise, you second class is uneventful. There are a few flirtatious glances, and one girl repeatedly drops her pencil and manages to show you lots of thigh every time she picks it up, but none of them approach you after class. Just as well, you think to yourself. You could use a break from hormonal teens.

As you walk back to your office consider taking the bike out for a quick run to burn away the stress. There is certainly time before the dinner with Donna and Lorri and the other teachers, and the afternoon is tempting you to ride.

Your smile of anticipation of taking the bike out disappears when you open the door of your office and see a student sitting on your couch, obviously waiting for you.