Back to class

Mrs. Watson and I cleaned up, as to not let anyone suspect what we were up to. As I was about to leave, Mrs. Watson stopped me, “You can’t get back into class just yet. Let me write you a note, so your teacher doesn’t suspect what we’ve been up to.” After she wrote the note, she handed me two pieces of paper, one with her number on it. “What’s this for, Mrs. Watson,” I said. “In case you ever need a good fucking, or get tired of Kim, you just call me, I’ll fuck you anytime, night and day.” As I walked out, she said to me, “John, if we’re ever alone again, call me Sara.” I walked down the hall, wondering how I was going to tell anyone. I decided not to tell anyone, for Sara’s sake.

I walked to my next class, English with Mrs. Nelson. Mrs. Nelson was a new teacher, straight out of college. All the guys love her classes, mainly because of that hot, young body she has. When I walked into class, Mrs. Nelson was not happy. When she read the note, she said, “Take your seat, John.” I took my seat and started working at my essay for class. Once class finished, Mrs. Nelson asked me to stay behind. I thought that I was in trouble, but she had something else in mind.