Now

“Alright, so let’s go ahead and get started, shall we?” You walk over to the classroom door, his eyes get wide “Wait, like NOW?” He asks. You look out the window, checking for anyone spying or peeping, “Of course. Why not?” You close the shade of the window, and latch the door.

“I can have my fun, and you can go home and do, whatever it is teenage boys do when they’re alone in their rooms after school.” You look at him with a sly, perverted smile. He wrings his hands a bit, blushing. “Well, okay. So... how do we, ya know, start?”