Caroline all but stormed out, smiling her urine-soaked face for the camera and saying she had other business to attend to. I let Ami choose my next fuck some time later, a large black teen I thought would be amusing. More cushion for the pushin', they used to say, vulgarly, as I pushed into her now naked form for the benefit of KTLV viewers. Pretty sure she wasn't one of my students, I thought, as I gripped her youthful cellulite and soaked her insides. More girls in this class than normal, either the result of Caroline's class switching or more likely just some playing hooky from their regular classes to be near me and fuck if need be.
I talk to Jolean, the teen I just fucked, as Noelle hands me a water while Ami and the news crew get B-roll footage and class interviews. Apparently, Jolean was planning on putting out for her boyfriend tomorrow after prom, but I got there first. She then jokes about asking me as her date tomorrow. I laugh it off, but the idea sticks in my head. What if...
I spit out the water, and readjust my clothes as I exit the classroom. I steer clear of the gymnasium as I reach the news office, thankfully in this wing, as I catch Charlotte O'Halloran working on the layout for this week's Prom issue. It features photos of me fucking the cheerleader prominently on the front, as I smile. "Hi Charlotte!" I waved at her.
"Mr. Thomas?" she frowns. "Aren't you supposed to be in class? Did you need to fuck?"
"In a little bit, of course, but first I need to ask you a question," she just nods as I go on, "Did you want to go to prom with me?" Principal O'Halloran will be irate when she sees me with her daughter on a date, but I don't think there's anything legally stopping me from dating students now, if that's needed for me to fuck them. Plus, I always had a thing for Charlotte, even if she looked suspiciously like her mother and coincidentally shared my sister's first name.
"Umm..." she was about to turn me down, "I kinda have a date, Mr. Thomas. Plus, you're a teacher and my mom doesn't like you and..."
"It would help me cum."
"Oh, yes, of course I will."
I pulled her in for a kiss, a deep French. This was great. I never had a prom, having graduated high school at 16 and never even having even been on a date before. But something was off. I groped Charlotte's tits as I made out with her. I made note of the crowd that had been here working on the paper awkwardly as I talked to Charlotte.
No, I need to go further. I need to go all the way. And I'm not talking about fucking.
"Charlotte," I said, breaking free from the embrace. "Marry me." That wasn't a request.
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