Discussions in Miss Hewitt’s class

As the mid-semester break approached, students on campus were more than eager to get this week over and done with.

Mark was no exception, he found it difficult in his class with Miss Hewitt to concentrate on the work in front of him.

It was even harder to focus in her classes after what had happened at the hotel with her and Miss Fischer. With her walking around in a tight black pencil skirt and a white blouse that was way too tight for her chest, it was a walking wet dream for the boys in the class. Mark tried not to think about that night inside his mind because it was giving him an uncomfortable boner underneath the desk.

Unlike the usual stressful classroom that they were usually in, Miss Hewitt had come in today a lot less strict, allowing for everyone to have private conversations without being told off.

The whole time, Mark’s cock was getting the better of his brain, sitting up the back next to Daniel, thinking about every single way he could fuck his teacher on her desk.

However, just in front of them, he overhead a conversation being had about a much more serious issue that was getting some real attention.

“I think we should be more proactive about this,” Eliza, the petite blonde said to another female to her right, “Look at Italy and how they’re all in lockdown because of how bad it got.”

She was speaking directly about Covid.

The Covid-19 virus had just made its way to the United States and had created quite the panic for a lot of people in the country.

“You think we should do a lockdown too? How many cases do we have?” the other girl asked Eliza.

She shrugged, “I’d have to check, I’m not too sure but it’s a possibility.”

“It’s all bullshit,” one of the other guys in the class suddenly muttered, loud enough for everyone to here.

The girls turned to see Justin Martin, continuing to write something down as he eavesdropped their conversation. Mark was looking at him too now, remembering how the footballer was hanging out with Dixon the other night.

He started to pay close attention to their discussion now.

“It’s not bullshit, Justin,” Eliza told him, “People are dying from this.”

“Oh cry me a river,” he sighed, “It’s all media hysteria, fake news manipulating the weak.”

The conversation was now being heard by most people in the room. Others wanting to get their say in something that had everyone talking about.

“That’s ridiculous!” another girl from the other side of the room said, hearing the way Justin ridiculed the virus.

“It’s not fake, it’s not a hoax,” Eliza added, “If we allow this to spread here, a lot of people are going to die.”

Justin didn’t have a whole lot more to say, he wasn’t intelligent enough on these types of issues so he chose to turn to insults rather than debate her.

“You’re all fucking idiots,” he said, shaking his head.

“Excuse you.. Mr. Martin!” Miss Hewitt then said, getting out of her desk chair and moving up to the front of his desk.

She put her hands on the front of it, leaning forward. Her large breasts that were popping out of the front of her shirt would have been hard for Justin not to notice.

“We are all entitled to our opinions in here but when you attempt to belittle someone for their beliefs because you’re trying to win an argument, you cross the line,” she said in a stern tone.

It was just a warning but her eyes squinted slightly as she waited for Justin to nod or respond. Eventually he got the message and nodded his head forward slowly.

She eased her hands back, turned around and walked back to her desk.

“Sorry mommy,” he muttered as a joke, still checking out her bust as she sat back down.

Mark couldn’t tell if she had heard him or not but she noticed her eyes glance to the back of the classroom as she sat back down. She wasn’t looking at Justin, she was looking at Mark.

He waited for a sly smile or some sort of sign so he would know what she was thinking about right now.

It didn’t come though, she just went back to grading work on her desk. Mark enviously went back to his own work, going back to those R-rated thoughts about her body.