Mrs. Jones

Alex freezes. Does he turn around?

"Alex, I know it's you." Wait is that, Mrs. Jones? He turns around and sees Mrs. Jones, his 12th grade English teacher. She's in her late 40s and currently wearing comfy activewear, walking her Shih Tzu. Students in her class always made hot teacher jokes about her, but Alex didn't really like that. He didn't have much of a crush on his teacher. But Mrs. Jones was very fond of Alex, he was one of her best students.

"Oh my god, hiiiiiiiii! I didn't know you were in town!" She says very joyfully. Are we just going to ignore that Alex is presumably streaking, covered in god knows what? "How's school? Are you still studying creative writing?" Looks like we are.

"Um... yeah... I just finished Sophomore year. I'm in town for Tyler's party..." He frees one of his hands from his cock to point at the house behind him before quickly bringing it back.

"Oh Tyler! That's great. You know, your friendship always made me smile. It was so cute! I'm glad you're staying in touch still." 'Staying in touch' would be putting it lightly at this point. "So what are you doing out here?! You should be having fun inside." She glances him up and down for a little too long and clears her throat. "Oh you have a little something on your face." She uses her thumb to wipe some cum off of Alex's face. She quickly glances at her thumb and realizes what it is.

"Oh..." She doesn't say anything. But she awkwardly wipes it off on Alex's bare, dirty chest.

"Well Alex, it was nice seeing you." Her phone starts ringing and she reaches in her pocket to answer it.

"Um...yeah...it was nice seeing you t-"

"OH, Stacey is calling me! Do you want to say hi?" Stacey? Oh no, Coach Stacey Johnson?!

"OH, you don't have to, I know you gotta go-"

"Noooo! No problem at all! Here, I'll facetime with her." She taps to answer with facetime. Coach Johnson was a hardass. She was very brash and liked to push people, even for a simple PE class. In terms of appearance, she was a tank. Built like a warrior. Always rocked short hair and tight activewear for class. All the boys, and even some of the girls, were enamored by her threatening aura.

"HAY STACAYYYY! Guess who I'm with? Remember Alex?" She points her front facing camera to show Alex just shy above his waist.

"ALEX SHERMAN?! Well look at you! Tryin' to build a little muscle since I last saw you, huh? You looked like a malnourished child when you were in my class. You got rid of your girly hips yet?"

"I'm lookin right now, no he hasn't" Mrs. Jones jokingly says, shaking her head. The two ladies laugh

"Hey, don't be shy! Show me your build, least I hope you got shorts down there!" Stacey jokes. Mrs. Jones lets out a little giggle and blushes a little bit, looks at Alex, and tilts the camera to show him cupping his goods. "GAHDAM, little Sherman's streaking!" The two ladies laugh again. Alex's red face is visible on the video. He can feel his cock getting sticky again. Stacey contines, "Hey, no judgement here little man. You're young, hot, and fit. Might as well show off that cute lil butt of yours while you still got it! Any guy would be lucky to have you. You're gay right?"

"uhhh...."

"OH stop it Stacey! You're making him blush! (Turns to Alex) You know what, I'm gonna go catch up with Stacey for a bit. You have fun tonight little streaker!" Mrs. Jones says with a giggle. She walks away while on the phone still. "I had no idea Alex was a bit of an exhibitionist...."

Thank god that was over. Now to figure out how to get back inside.

Suddenly the front door flings open.