Teenage romance stories, what a way to get involved in them

Unlike most others of her classmates, she wasn’t known for having a high opinion of the teacher that had appeared in front of them; while it was true that he spend a long time watching his female students, every other girl she had talked with always told her the same thing, that while he looked, he never did anything untoward to any of them.

She knew it was something that she was known for being a worrywart, and even more than that, she was always worrying about others, so seeing him here, someone that shouldn’t have been anywhere close, well, it just soured her mood.

Looking behind she saw Wes also surprised at the teacher that had appeared basically out of nowhere.

“Hello Cynthia, Wes, am I interrupting anything?” She didn’t know what he wanted, but she couldn’t just allow him to sour the mood her and her boys had developed in this small LAN party.

“Can we talk in the hallway Mr. Dinger?” It was better if she interrupted him and made him talk away from the others; she may not have any evidence of him being a real creep, but she was not going to stop trusting her guts when it came to this teacher. His eyes widened slightly at being interrupted, but instead of showing any discomfort he simply moved away from the door while she turned one last time to Wes; she was slightly disheartened at seeing her friend lose the courage he had gathered.

It had been obvious that Wes had a huge crush on her from looking at his behavior lately, and she had been sure he would have popped the question sooner or later, in fact, she had been waiting for the moment the two would be alone. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel if he asked her out, so maybe the sudden interruption was not so bad, not that she would be thankful for this man’s actions.

Looking at the empty hallway, Cynthia crossed her arms underneath her chest, trying to make it look as if she didn’t care one iota about her teacher; sure, she will try to remain civil, but nothing said she had to be friendly with such a creep.

“I suppose this is as good a place to talk as any other, so what are you and your friends doing at this hour in the lab Ms. Oliver?” Weird, usually the older man would have tried to look at her chest with such a move, guess the old leech still had some decency… or was able to mask it better these days.

“The equipment on the lab is much better than the ones in our houses, so Mr. Dunsworth gave us permission to use it if we clean up after using it,” Dinger nodded as if finally understanding what was going on.

“Well, Mr. Dunsworth never mentioned your arrangement… although considering his own tastes, it is no wonder he was a little distracted himself,” at those words Mr. Dinger made a weird face, as if it was half amused and worried about the not so secret actions of the Vice-Principal. Basically everyone in the school knew what that man liked to do and Cynthia didn’t have an idea of why he still had a job at the school “but, while it wasn’t known to me, I’m still glad you and your friends find time to spend together, what with your classmates being busy with Ms. Perez and the rest of my colleagues.”

He didn’t have to remind her, these days it seemed Steven and the others spend more time either lying down on Ms. Perez's desk as this one suffocated them with her pussy or bent over her desk as they were railed by several of the teachers in the SEECA. She didn’t want to, but she remembered the first time she saw someone receiving an extra credit lesson, and how Steve didn’t seem in pain, even with how hard he was getting pegged by Ms. Perez.

Cynthia had to fight back a shiver and shake her head to get rid of those images as they assaulted her mind; it was bad enough that the female teachers were more than willing to use the SEECA for their dirty deeds, but she was sure that if Mr. Dinger had access to a program like that, her and other female students would have been taken advantage of.

“Yes, so if you excuse me, I will go back to what I was doing, good night Mr. Dinger,” she tried to keep her temper under control, she would not give the man any satisfaction, but she wasn’t able to turn around and leave him behind, because he immediately interrupted her.

“I see that I am not someone you held in high regard Ms. Oliver,” he almost sounded sincere in his bewilderment, as if it wasn’t clear why he was such a creep.'' Please, would you be honest with me and tell me your reasons for why you treat me this way?” oh, he wanted her to be honest? Fine, he asked for it.

“Because you are an old creep that never wastes a moment looking at your student’s chests at every opportunity, so how can I have any kind of respect for a man with such little disregard for morals and decency?” If she thought she was going to get some satisfaction at seeing him cowed by her temper, sadly Cynthia found herself dumbstruck by how at ease the man was, usually someone would have been surprised at her outburst, or at least a little bit worried considering she was a student and could place a report concerning his actions.

Instead of being scared of her actions, he simply nodded, as if he was finally understanding, or maybe he was just acknowledging her words as true, truly, she didn’t know which option was worse; the man then stopped and looked at the golden band on his right hand, as if he was thinking deeply about something, if Cynthia had the ability to read minds she would have been surprised about the thoughts currently running around his head.

For Mr. Dinger, he wasn’t surprised, it wasn’t exactly a secret that he enjoyed to look at such nubile and tempting bodies, but he knew better than to use the power of the ring to make another wish as encompassing as the SECCA one, after all, what better way to live his life than to subtly change stuff around instead of something so wide; besides, it was one thing to be a teacher and having all those adult responsibilities, but it was another to finally ditch all that and finally have youth and have all the opportunities to live it to the max. With that in mind ideas began to brew, very interesting ideas.

“But Miss Oliver, aren’t I the same age as you? That whole business about me being an old creep does sound so over the top,” at these words, Cynthia had to blink and pay more attention to the professor in front of her, and as much as she would want to deny it she had to give it to Mr. Dinger, he was after all the same age as Cynthia and the rest of her friends. Every student at the school had been surprised when they arrived the first day to classes, everyone had thought that maybe he was a student that had arrived from another school or maybe the son of a teacher, what they wouldn’t see coming was the fact that the young man that had the same age as them would be their new teacher; Cynthia still wondered how Mr. Dinger had convinced Mr. Reynolds, their good for nothing Principal, let him work at the school, because she was sure this was not that normal across the country.

“Yes, you may be that young, but that still does not mean you can just ogle every single girl in the classroom, you need to keep your eyes to yourself,” No matter what he said, Cynthia would not change her stance on the situation, it was about damn time the other teenager finally understood that.

“So, you are saying that the problem is because I am a teacher.”

“That’s part of it, but even if you were a student like us the fact that you are a guy obviously ogling at us, well, is just creepy” seriously, did the guy really think that it was okay to keep leering at them? Sure, he was kind of cute, but the fact that he was their teacher just made her skin crawl whenever he noticed his eyes on her.

“What’s the difference then between a boy and a girl looking at you,” seriously, this guy was so damn oblivious to not know all this.

“The difference is that a guy will be looking at us while undressing us in their head, a girl would be more likely to be thinking about our looks, our clothes, our makeup, she will be basically judging our appearance, like what Martha and Denise do on the halls between classes,” she wouldn't say that she was a close friend of those two girls, hell, she wouldn’t even call them acquaintances, but everyone knew that those two were always checking other girl’s fashion sense; some of the more timid girls in the school preferred to take another route when they saw those two in the hallways, all just to avoid being judged.

As Cynthia kept thinking about the two obviously annoying girls, the young man in control of the golden ring began to decide if he was ready to continue on the route he had been pushing for, but with a simple shrug of his shoulders he decided to take the plunge, after all, why miss an opportunity like this? He would need to use the ring a lot less if everything went according to plan, besides, if everything he was planning could come to fruition there was a good chance he won’t be using the ring very much from now on.

“Well, isn’t it then a good thing that I am your female classmate and not a teacher at this school?” Cynthia then paid attention once more to the girl in front of her and just rolled her eyes; it was a good thing that Vanessa Dinger was somewhat likable unlike the other two girls, but just because she was kinda cute that didn’t mean she could do whatever she wanted.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, no offense but I seriously cannot see you working as a teacher, not with the way you are, no offense of course,” raising her hands to show she didn’t mean anything bad with it, the girls simply laughed at the joke.

“No prob,” was the only thing the other girl said before she started to check herself, probably to see if her deep blue hoodie and her gray pants were alright, after all, talking about Martha and Denise had also made Cynthia think about her current clothes, but considering that she was known for having a bunch of male friends and spend more time playing video games than, well, there wasn’t that much pressure on her to be fashionable “so you are all playing video games on the lab.”

“Yeah, me and my friends are having a little tournament, is mostly for bragging rights, I would invite you, but it is kind of an important thing for us,” dear lord, Cynthia now felt bad about it, hopefully she didn’t come as too unfriendly to the other girl, but really, the whole thing had always been between her close friends and her brother so adding a random girl out of nowhere didn’t feel quite right.

“Aw, come on, haven’t we been best friends since nursery school Cynthia?” She just nodded, after all that was obvious, Vanessa and her have been together now for years and there was no one that could take that place in her life.

“Of course we are, and where have you been? We were expecting you for the last hour, had to warm up with Overcooked before going on with the Smash tournament, you missed a lot of screaming, cursing and blaming, could have used someone else on my corner when I played against Clyde,” seriously, where had Vanessa been? She usually never missed these opportunities to play and party together, it must have been important for her not to call Cynthia to say she would arrive late, it was bad enough that even Steve had wondered if the other girl was alright. For all the answers the other girl just looked upwards into the ceiling, muttering something about all this better be worth it, what was Vanessa planning now? She better not give her a lame excuse like the last time she arrived late at the library when they were supposed to be working on a project for Ms. Perez, dear lord, that woman was waiting for any excuse to get people into the SECCA, she was seriously sick.

“Did you forget that I had cheerleader practice today and that it just finished?” For goodness sake, Cynthia just felt like a fool, it is a good thing that Clyde wasn’t here right now or he would be teasing the hell out of her, no wonder the others didn’t wonder where Vanessa was. How could she have forgotten about cheerleader practice? Is not as if Vanessa hasn't been part of cheerleader teams for their whole lives.

Cynthia could swear that Vanessa was enjoying her embarrassment, that cheeky girl, standing in front of her still wearing the green and golden cheerleader uniform with the words Killer Bees printed on the front of her top, with the way she was still slightly sweating it was clear that practice had just finished; the other girl must have felt Cynthia’s eyes on her because she struck a pose “aren’t I one of the hottest girls in the school? Doesn’t the uniform fit me perfectly?”

Seriously, this girl’s ego knew no boundaries, but Cynthia had to give it to her, she had some right to act like that, Vanessa was without a doubt gorgeous, with long legs with strong muscles due to years of cheerleading, thick thighs and small waist, huge tits and round bottom just made for one heck of a body, also, the short blonde hair reaching Vanessa’s shoulders looked really good on her, but instead of saying any of that to her best friend, Cynthia simply pushed the other girl slightly.

“Don’t try to fish for compliments girl, you know you are sexy, sorry that I forgot about the practice, I seriously need this weekend to de-stress if I am forgetting something like that,” for all answer the other girl simply shrugged her shoulders making her chest slightly bounce with the action, but before they could continue their conversation a voice quickly made them turn around.

“Hey Vanessa.”