It Goes

You swerve into a makeshift parking spot near Oak Valley High School, nearly crashing the antique car into one of the many planted oak trees. Exiting the car in your shirt and shorts, you scratch your balls as Sister Agnes comes close and you hug her tightly as you walk toward the entrance, openly groping the abused nun's right breast over her habit.

The secretary buzzes you in to a mostly deserted school, as class is in session for the third period. "Is Nurse Stevens in?" you ask Shelley the secretary. "Sure is, John," says Shelley in what sounds suspiciously like her flirting voice. You ignore her and walk across the hall to the Nurse's office.

"I'm with a student!" shrieks Nurse Stevens as you violently **** the door open. A topless student attempts to cover up, but you order her not too. "Checking for lumps?" you ask coyly, while pawing at Nadia Folsom's chest yourself. She's a member of the volleyball team with Alice and Beth.

"No," admitted Nurse Starla Stevens sheepishly. "Well, I don't care," you say, turning away from Nadia. "This is Agnes. Agnes, take your clothes off. Agnes has been through a lot and I need you to patch her up. You can feel her up and fuck her all you want too, just be gentle."

Agnes removed her habit, showing nothing underneath, as all her nightclothes and underwear were destroyed by your parents. She has a split lip, a black eye, a butterfly bandage over her eye placed by Leigh. Her body is covered with bruises and cane marks from the kicks and strikes she received. Cuts riddle her torso, some covered, some not.

Nurse Stevens is wordless during the reveal, probably suspecting you did this, but understanding it's what you needed sexually, so no harm, no foul. The entire scene is witnessed with the doors wide open by Shelley in the office, but no one minds. You tell Nadia you need her to remain topless the rest of the day, and you proceed back into the office, where Principal Helen McNamara awaits, watching the entire proceeding.

Helen was the valedictorian of your high school class, and seems to have never left. She took college courses offered at the school, and started teaching here immediately after graduation. Although 39 like you, she showed little sign of aging, devoting her whole life to education but retaining a sleek physique.

"John." "Helen." You greet each other succinctly and politely. Helen explains the basic rules for three-hour syndrome in high schools. Per the Compact, you were limited to people above the local age of consent, 18 in this state, which drastically cut down on sexual interactions available in high schools.

For a while, three-hourers were forbidden from activity on school grounds, but the ACLU fought this provision, mainly based on the fact that most three-hourers showed symptoms during their final year in high school. Limiting interactions to teachers or specially assigned students was also controversial.

Instead, you retained free reign over all age-appropriate students. OVHS issued a Department of Education protocol that shifted some classes around, segregating the eighteen-year-olds from other students in a special wing. As it was already mid-May, with graduation less than a month away, most of the senior class was 18, and the few that weren't would be allowed to graduate early.

So, basically, you could fuck anyone and everyone in the East Wing and the Seniors' Cafeteria. If you were to wish to fuck anyone in the West Wing, or here in the office area, you would have to first loudly announce your intentions, and allow any youths present to vacate before proceeding. The gymnasium straddled both wings, but for ease of fucking, lower classmen would be prohibited from the gym, outside of scheduled classes and practices, for this last month of the school year.

You acknowledged the rules and privileges and signed the authorization form. It was unenforceable and there was no penalty, but restricting yourself, as a volunteer volleyball coach and long supporter of the high school even before Julie attended irked you. But, oh well, it was only one month. Helen said she would talk about plans for next year and beyond over the summer, as the idea of a 3-hourer in the athletic faculty was nearly unprecedented.

You grab Helen's ass and pull her in for a kiss. After a moment's hesitation, she begins kissing you back. You stop. "Sorry," she responds, blushing. You don't feel like fucking her right now. You turn to the seated Shelley and grope her breasts over her shirt. She responds by stopping her work and letting you continue. You leave the office determined to find someone more unwilling.