Nancy's class

The fourth period zooms past. The fifth period is Nancy's class and there's a test today. She finishes and leaves. The sixth period speeds by and then you take an hour to talk with a couple of students and grade the tests. Nancy would have gotten a C, but you mark several more questions off and give her an F. You post the results outside your room.

On your way to your car, you find Donna leaning against the door.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Doe. I have the pill now. The doctor said that since I just had my period a few days ago, after I take one tomorrow, I can have sex anytime after. Next time we can go bareback," she says with a big grin.

"That's great, Donna! I look forward to feeling every inch of you."

That night you dream of Nancy getting humiliated and Donna fucking you every way to Sunday. You wake up a couple of times to jerk off.

Friday finally comes.

Morning classes and lunch are over in a flash. Donna smiles and licks her lips as she leaves, the last one out of the room. Nancy is in next period.

After the period with Nancy, you call her over, handing her the test. "Nancy, can I see you for a moment?"

"Yes, Mr. Johnson," she says in a timid voice.

You close your door and sit down at your desk. "Sit down." She does so cautiously and looks at you with those big brown doe-eyes.

"I'm not happy with this; you got an F," you hand her the test.

"B-b-but," she stammers, "I don't know what happened?"

"I am willing to help if you're willing to listen," you say, trailing your fingers along her bare thigh.

Her face flushes red, but she doesn't pull away. Her eyes widen with understanding. "I-I'll do anything, Mr. Johnson."

"Come to my house tonight at 8 pm. We have some things to discuss," you say writing the address on a piece of paper.