Jan. Week 3: Monday--afternoon--Nathaniel shows up...

It was, against all odds, one of those rare, almost pleasant afternoons at Brushy Creek High. A freakish alignment of the district calendar had blessed Leah’s sixth and seventh periods with study halls, and the only thing separating her from the freedom of her car was an hour of pretending she wasn’t reading Wikipedia on her phone.

She’d just powered down her smartboard and was mentally updating her grocery list (“Wine. More cheese. Melatonin. Another bottle of wine?”) when she heard the telltale staccato knock and a sheepish, hormonal face poked through the door.

Nathan. This time he’d swapped out his fake Supreme hoodie for a “Star Wars” T-shirt and held his backpack awkwardly.

“Hey, uh, Ms. Williams? Do you have a minute?” He looked just nervous enough that it almost registered as cute instead of pathetic.

Leah set down her phone and gave him her best “I’m listening” teacher face, though inside she was already mapping the fastest route to her parking spot.

“Nathan—what is it?” she crossed her arms defensively. He did an awkward shuffle, eyes glued to his sneakers. “Yeah, I just wanted to see if we—um you—-ah. Well kind of about earlier… you said you’d help me again? Just, like, real quick? I swear I’ll be fast.”

“Seriously?” Leah shot him a look that could melt steel beams “Its Monday.”

“I know…I just…I have been thinking you—ah it—um just all weekend.” he said blood going from his cock to his cheeks—well maybe both.

Leah knew he just wanted another blowjob—what teenage boy wouldn’t?