Morning Risings

“I see your entourage has grown yet again, Sean,” Marissa Resto remarked, watching five additional students enter her classroom with the injured young man.

“JoJo didn’t actually help. She barely joined us about ten feet ago,” Kizzy stated, shooting a dirty look at Sean’s best friend, who didn’t help him enough in her eyes.

The busty brunette threw out her hands while continuing across the front of the classroom until she reached the second row of desks by the window and Ms. Resto’s large desk. The annoyed Gibble sister sat in the second seat, directly in front of a frowning Prudence Goodley. In the third row next to JoJo, fellow soccer player Robb Jansing, smiled warmly at the new arrival.

“Don’t look at me. This pair of stalkers accosted us in the hallway,” Iona recounted, sitting at the first desk of the fifth row of desks. This put her in the row second-closest to the door.

“I did no such thing,” Harley denied, showing a rare moment of anger.

“Whatever,” Elvis mumbled, heading down the same row that Iona had sat in, but over to the fourth desk.

The English teacher liked her class to be arranged neatly and efficiently in alphabetical order. This put Sean in the first seat of the sixth row, directly next to Iona and next to the door. The desk’s location had been beneficial up to now, with the teen in a cast.

“We need to make sure that Sir Sean reaches his favorite class in time,” Kizzy announced, mothering the injured teen as he sat down. Sean had gotten her to stop positioning his leg under the desk after the first week, but the worried candy-striper still insisted on taking his cane to lean against the nearby wall within arm's reach.

“Favorite class? That’s a relatively quick decision, isn’t it, Sean?” Ms. Resto chuckled. They’d only reached the end of the second week of the new semester.

“That’s because Sean is a bookworm, Ms. Resto,” Harley reminded.

“A hot, handsome bookworm,” Kizzy emphasized, earning a few laughs by fanning her face. “Not to mention that our hero has a beautiful teacher to admire. We know his tastes.”

“Oh, my,” Marissa responded, bringing a hand to her chest.

Arriving from Grassy Valley two years ago, Marissa quickly rose in teacher popularity with her in-classroom work and the fantasies she inspired in many students. A very attractive thirty-year-old, the English teacher had long, straight black hair, dark brown eyes, medium-sized breasts, and a firm ass. All those assets were highlighted in today’s choice of a scarlet red blouse and a black pencil skirt.

“Okay, that’s enough. Time to get your classes,” Sean said, shushing The Beal and Peel Team away from his desk while Marcus Withrow and Max Moxey entered the classroom.

“You'd better find a time machine, Lil’ Beal,” Marcus teased, having heard about Mrs. Tarver’s rules for dating younger girls.

Max said hi to the girls while shaking his head.

“Why? Do you want to go back to the past and bang your mom?” Kizzy shot back. The comment caused Marcus to throw up his hands, Sean to blush, and Ms. Resto to suggest the girls get to their classes before the bell rang.

“Those Babybees are getting uppity lately, and it’s your fault, Tarver.”

"Mine? Blame Whitney!" Sean responded, turning his head to follow Marcus to the last seat in their row. He missed Max's discomfort at hearing Whitney's name.

“Ohmigawd! I knew it! This is just like season three of Allure Academy, when Liz’s younger sister and her friends all had a crush on Tom,” Nancy Weller squealed, slamming her hand on Elvis’s desk while talking to Trivia Snodgrass, who sat in front of him.

“Isn’t that the third show she’s compared to your life already?” Robin Ridge asked, walking into the room to sit down behind Iona.

“You should hear the pornos that Jo is comparing to Sean’s life lately,” Iona cracked.

“Shut up, Io! I don’t do that. Eww!” JoJo yelled across the room, while Sean double-checked the empty seat next to Marcus.

Almost on cue, a preoccupied girl with long, slightly wavy strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, medium-to-large breasts, and a phenomenally curvy ass, speed-walked into the classroom. Always thinking over an article or angle to look into, the chief editor of The Buzzy Bee barely glanced at the other students. That behavior fit with the shocking reveal over winter break that she thought Sean’s name to be John, which devastated her crush. Still, Lacey insisted that he help her with the Nosy Nectar investigation, so the teen risked a greeting that yet again turned awkward.

“Morning, Ramsey.”

It took the distracted school reporter several long seconds to register his greeting, which led to a “Huh?” from the strawberry blonde before she missed her turn. Immediately, she fell into and nearly onto the desk and lap of the guy sitting on Iona’s other side.

“Oh, um, sorry, Wesley,” Ramsey apologized, lifting herself up.

“Um, anytime, I mean, no problem, no worries,” Wesley March stammered, having felt the brief contact of her left breast against his shoulder.

“Smooth,” Iona muttered, glancing over at Sean.

“Real smooth,” another voice remarked, entering the classroom. “That’s why you shouldn’t waste your time with real good girls. Focus on the ones who only act good in public.”

“Please don’t start,” Robin groaned, shaking her head at her older cousin, who sat down next to her and behind Sean.

Sean practically shuddered as the tall girl with long, dark-brown hair, hazel eyes, very large breasts, and a curvy ass, ran a lone finger along his neck while she moved to sit down. A popular choir singer, Cheyenne Tissle, had cultivated a reputation as a proper, well-behaved member of the Bumble Girls. A reputation and position that she apparently had grown tired of playing since the weather turned cold for her senior year of high school.

On the very first day of class, the buxom brunette had leaned over to whisper into Sean’s ear, “Someday soon, we’re fucking. Whitney and I reached an agreement on New Year’s Eve. I reward her hero, but at my time, my choosing. You’d better be prepared.”

Despite his brain feeling foggy at times from antibiotics and painkillers, Sean never doubted Cheyenne’s announcement/warning. He’d seen the two former enemies hatching out a plan of some sort at the charity ball, and his sixth sense had tingled about his involvement. However, after realizing that Cheyenne enjoyed lording over the power she had, Sean decided to just let it go and not worry about when she’d make her move.

Instead, he glanced at the end of the next row and Ramsey. Crap! What was I thinking? Lacey probably didn’t have time to mention my help with the investigation because of Austin’s bullshit. I should’ve waited until gym or lunch to ask Lace.

Delilah rushed in just as the bell rang. After scanning the classroom for attendance, along with a brief, exasperated sigh at the first seat in front of her desk, sitting empty yet again, Ms. Resto began.

“As we’ve already read 'The Good Wife' by Shirley Jackson and 'The Yellow Wallpaper' by Charlotte Perkins Gilmore, I’d like to get your impression of the lesser-known ‘The Silver Candlestick' by Kalberg. How do you compare our latest read to the previous two? Yes, Paige?”

Almost always the first person to raise her hand in any class, Paige Noble glanced down at the notes she'd prepared. Then, she gave an overview of the story, which featured a wealthy couple living on their estate during the Great Depression, with their gardener also a key character. Paige's recap benefited a few of her fellow students who hadn't finished the short story. Then, the likely class valedictorian launched into her view of the material.

“While all three stories deal with a husband attempting to drive his wife insane, each conniver goes about their gaslighting in different ways. In my opinion, Sterling and Gulliver are intended to show the American class system breaking down during a period of tremendous upheaval. In one case, we have a wealthy man who preys on his fellow businessmen by swooping in to buy out their struggling companies for pennies on the dollar. At the other end, we see a gardener who risks his livelihood by secretly growing extra crops in his employer’s garden to give to starving neighbors.”

“Agreed,” Jessalyn Granmeyer said, two seats over from Paige. “If anything, Kalberg laid on the view of Sterling as a leech or bloodsucker pretty thickly.”

“What? The husband is a vampire?! How did I miss that?” Sidney Hollister cried from the seat on Wesley’s other side.

“That’s not what I meant,” Jessalyn clarified, shaking her head at several other students frantically skimming the assigned reading material.

“Sophomores, I tell ya,” Iona muttered.

“Hey!” Robin exclaimed from behind her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean you.”

“Thank you, girls. That was an interesting take. Does anyone else have an opinion of the story? Possibly about the relationship between Katherine and the two men in her life?” Ms. Resto asked, scanning the students for another hand besides the single one raised. Finally giving up, she called on the eager pupil. “Yes, Prudence?”

“Ms. Resto, you’re skirting the line with a story that is borderline salacious.” Exasperated groans sounded around the room. “Katherine is clearly a Jezebel descending into damnation because of her sinful desires for the help.”

“No, please, tell us how you really feel,” Elvis deadpanned, causing snickers.

“I will not have you mock me, Sodomite,” Prudence growled.

“You will burn in hell!” Melisent Dossett screeched from the rear corner. A junior-year member of the Purity Club, she often sought to score points with Prudence.

“I’ll kick your ass, Goodley,” JoJo threatened, turning around in her seat. “Try my feet, bitch.”

“That’s it! There will be no name-calling or slurs in this classroom, and that includes you, Prudence,” Ms. Resto.

“I merely speak the truth.”

“This is your warning. If you lash out again, you can explain the truth to Mrs. Vutcher,” the English teacher warned.

“Damn, this is one class that serves to wake a guy up in the morning. Hot ass teacher and crazy bitches,” Marcus commented. Then, noticing the Purity Club leader had raised her hand again, he added, “I need to start bringing popcorn.”

“Marcus, please,” Ramsey admonished, as the whole class turned to see what the rabblerouser might say next.

An uptight young woman of average height and pale skin, Prudence had neck-length, light brown hair, brown eyes, medium-to-large breasts, and a firm butt. The leader of the unofficial Purity Club at Honey Hollow High, she strongly advocated the high moral standards and discipline of Family & Morality United, the organization her mother Hester founded, which aggressively promoted conservative family values in the Honey Hollow region.

“Very well, ma’am. However, I will point out that Sterling is the victim in this story. He’s a man seeking to provide for his family. Yet, his wife is a roundheel…” Prudence paused while Robb Jansing needed JoJo to explain the term to him. “...who flaunts her seduction of the gardener in his face. What he attempted to do to the two malefactors is justified.” A gasp filled the classroom. “Katherine should be a proper wife and follow all his orders.”

“Even if he’s trying to kill her?” Wesley challenged. Usually a quiet student, his rare instances of excitement came from mysteries.

“**** is always on your mind, March. One should inform the authorities of such.”

A strangled throat sound caught Ms. Resto’s attention. Even though it came from a questionable choice to call on, the teacher did so in the hope of moving past the bickering.

“Yes, Dreama, do you have something to add?”

“I’m confused. I thought the gardener was growing psychedelic plants and mushrooms to heighten Katherine’s orgasmic highs. Did I miss Gulliver growing poisonous plants instead?” the spacey junior-year cheerleader asked.

“No, I think Sterling checked the garden for poisonous mushrooms,” Wesley insisted.

“Sex and ****. Aargh! Can’t you people think of anything else?” Melisent challenged.

“Yes, go ahead, Joanne,” Ms. Resto encouraged.

“I don’t know about the plant angle, but I think sexual desires are foremost in Kalberg’s mind,” JoJo began. “Sterling is implied to be a polished man of style, but one who is masking his inferiorities. I don’t know if he’s impotent or has a small manhood. However, I do think the selection of Gulliver’s name is influenced by Gulliver’s Travels, a tale about a giant among little men. I believe a fact is hiding in plain sight, based on Katherine’s yearnings: Gulliver has a big cock, and Katherine–”

“Language, JoJo, watch the language!” Ms. Resto exclaimed.

A squeak from the middle rear of the room matched Sean’s feelings. Glancing back, he saw Rylee Kittle cover her mouth. Nearby, Max started to rapidly skim the photocopy of the short story in search of the sex scenes that JoJo hinted at.

“Ms. Resto! I demand that this story be dropped at once, or my mother will hear about–”

“Shut your trap, Goodley,” Iona interrupted. “I agree with Jo. This story oozes sex everywhere.”

“It might make a nice black and white arthouse film in a French style,” Alfie Fewings, wannabe director, commented.

“I like where JoJo is going with this interpretation. Tell us more,” Trivia prodded.

“Well, it can be argued that the overgrowing vines on the property are an allegory for Sterling’s growing fears about Gulliver’s increasing influence over Katherine,” the buxom brunette speculated. “Honestly, the descriptions of the untamed vines sound highly phallic. That’s why I think Sterling fears Gulliver’s sizeable manhood will ruin his wife for him.”

“Turn her into a size queen!” Trivia squealed.

“Yes!” Iona agreed, pointing at both girls.

“Ms. Resto! I demand this perverse discussion end at once.”

Ignoring Prudence’s outburst, Max slapped Louis McCall’s back with his stapled copy of the story. Once the basketball turned around, the wide receiver jabbed the papers forward.

“How many pages is yours? Am I missing part of the story?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t remember any of this, but I studied with Heidi last night,” Louie admitted, glancing over at his wide-eyed girlfriend.

“Wow, I guess the report in Nosy Nectar about somebody going down in the library last night must be true,” Gennifer Greiner declared. The school chatterbox’s suggestion sparked more overlapping comments. “JoJo has become obsessed with dicks.”

“I did not do that!” JoJo insisted.

“See? That’s what you people get for believing gossip over facts,” Ramsey proclaimed, wearing a smug expression.

“Nosy Nectar didn’t claim that JoJo blew Kyler, somebody in the comments said that,” Heidi pointed out, defending the blushing teen.

“Class, please! Quiet…Quiet!” Ms. Resto yelled.

The classroom fell silent except for where a petite golden blonde buried her face on the desk between her arms. The muffled giggle fit caused Paige to lean over from the next desk to tap the girl.

“Rylee, you’d better stop. Everyone is watching you.”

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"I'm doing fabulous, sweetie! Maybe I’ve had a teensy-weensy drink or two too many, but what the fuck, it’s New Year's Eve!"

The white strapless, off-the-shoulder style showed off more skin than her favorite student had ever seen her display before. Maybe it was the liquor or the special night, but the sexy, dark-haired woman seemed to flaunt her medium-sized breasts and firm ass in her student’s face. Coupled with the amount of leg the long slit revealed, Sean's cock felt ready for liftoff.

"Honestly, I am so proud of you, Sean! Not only for rescuing Whitney, but also for all the good deeds you are doing. Sometimes you amaze me with your maturity. I forget that I’m robbing the cradle in my fantasies. Oops, did I say that out loud? I must still be flustered from your speech. I barely managed to make it through without dripping down to the floor.”

Marissa's dazzling smile spread warmth throughout Sean's body.

"You're responsible for this tent turning into a pillar. No, I mean it," Sean insisted as Marissa shook her head. "Since you arrived two years ago, you've inspired me in more ways than you can imagine. The scenarios I’ve written in my head of us fucking could be banned smut novels.”

"Aww!" Marissa cooed, covering her heart with a hand.

Appreciating the gesture for the way it caused her left breast to squish out from the sides of her hand, Sean threw out his arms to accept the hug his sexy teacher moved forward to offer. However, this time, his arms moved down to grab his mentor’s hips.

"That's sweet, but you don't need to butter me up for better grades. You'd earn an A without even trying," Marissa remarked, letting Sean take the lead to pull her onto his lap.

"I'll only butter you up when I take this hole,” Sean declared, spreading his fingers to cup the teacher’s firm ass. “I wouldn’t want my big dick to hurt you.”

"That's very kind of you. I hope to...oh, my," Marissa gasped as her gaze dropped to her student's lap. “Oh, gawd, you're huge!”

“All the better to fuck you, Ms. Resto,” the horny student announced, ignoring everyone around them in the ballroom.

Removing his hands from that fantastic ass, Sean reached up to tug the off-shoulder dress down further. Both teacher and student groaned as those perky, mouthwatering tits appeared. With the light-brown nipples beckoning him forward like a siren’s call, the teen latched his lips onto one.

“Ooooh, Sean, what are you doing?” Marissa squealed. However, the teen’s lips only left her right nipple after a few minutes to switch to the other one. Eventually, he answered after pulling off.

“All the better to suckle you, Ms. Resto.” Sean grinned. “Don’t you like it?”

“Like it? Gawd, I want more, so fucking more,” the dark-haired beauty moaned, unable to control her heavy breathing. “But people are all around us.”

"So?" the incorrigible teen responded. Almost at once, Sean started pulling up the bottom of the white dress. The movement first brought into view her smooth-skinned, olive legs before a sexy pair of white, lace panties appeared. Rubbing his finger along the delicate material, the teacher's favorite student felt how soaked she'd become. Reaching for a firmer grip, Sean opted to tear the undergarments rather than remove them.

“Sean! What are you doing?” Marissa half-shrieked and half-purred.

“All the better to claim you, Ms. Resto,” the ultra-confident teen declared. Looking over her heaving shoulder, Sean winked at Whitney and his mother while lifting his teacher up and over his towering cock.

“W-We sh-shouldn’t. It’s w-wrong…yet so fucking hot,” Marissa cooed, feeling the tip touch her lower lip.

“Wrong is the best sort of hot,” Sean revealed, dropping the rules-following teacher until he impaled her on his mighty spear.

“Oh, gawd, yes, Fuck me, Sean! Fuck me, my student stud!”

MWAH

The passionate kiss from Ms. Resto jerked Sean forward in his seat.

“Is there a problem, Mr. Tarver?” Tripp Burton questioned, stopping his psychology lecture to check on his student.

“Um, Pavlov?”

“Yes, we are discussing Pavlov. Were you–”

“Sorry, Mr. Burton. I had a leg spasm and kicked Sean’s chair,” Hazel Tarte lied. “I guess I should’ve tried out for soccer.”

“Too bad you didn’t, Hazel,” the boys' soccer coach admitted, causing snickers around the room. “Please, try not to injure Mr. Tarver any further. Class is almost over.”

“No, problem, sir,” Hazel replied, emphasizing the final word in a way that made the young, handsome teacher uncomfortable.

“You started to snore,” Sienna Thirlby hissed, looking over her shoulder. Unlike Ms. Resto, Mr. Burton preferred to seat his class in reverse alphabetical order.

“Only after moaning,” Hazel breathed into his ear, leaning across her desk. “Gotta thang for Resto, huh?”

Although the kick woke him up from the daydream, its subject matter left Sean hazy for the rest of the class. Uma and Saylor picked up on his distracted state, with the former not prying and the latter doing so fully. Sean held off the nosy Babybee at bay until Evan Naylor caught up to them down the long hallway. Despite Saylor’s objections, the injured teen accepted Evan’s offer for help, sending the two sophomores back in time to reach their third-period classes.

“I bet Austin’s going to be fuming in here,” Evan speculated, holding open the door to the men’s locker room. “Did you hear about Jesse? He got suspended and sent home for the day. I heard Miss Zee put in a good word for him, as did Mrs. Brass. Thorne wasn’t happy. I bet he wanted at least a three-day suspension.”

“I guess it’s a good thing that Jesse has McGurk for gym, unlike you,” Sean replied. The two gym classes were held side by side at the same time, so the boys often found themselves under Coach Thorne's watch.

“Yeah, but I bet it’s worth it. Jesse earned big brownie points with Lacey and the cheerleaders,” Evan commented before stopping in his tracks.

“You got a problem with Auss?” Toby Lamb asked, with Weston Parker joining him.

“Don’t start shit you can’t finish,” Abner Kessler warned, coming over to help the pair.

“You ever see what a cast can do to a man’s testicles? No? Well, you don’t want to find out. Now, scram. Go help Rusk. The lightweight can’t open his locker again.”

“He can’t?” Weston responded, rushing off.

“All too easy,” Kessler remarked before rolling his eyes at where Wilbur Winkie experienced that precise problem. “Dammit, Wink, lift the handle and pull.”

Fortunately, there weren’t assigned lockers for gym class. Students claimed them before each class with their lock. If not, Sean and Austin might have found themselves in close proximity. Instead, the injured teen threw his books into the nearest empty locker. With his injury, Miss McGurk didn’t expect him to dress in gym clothes, so he walked into the gymnasium in street clothes, a fact that Coach Thorne often made known that he didn’t like.

“Heya, Sean. How’s it hanging?” Gail McGurk greeted, while a few girls started to enter from their locker room on the other side of the gym.

A thirty-two-year-old with wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, medium-sized breasts, and a fit ass, Miss McGurk also happened to be the girls' soccer coach. That role had often brought Sean into contact with her whenever he drove JoJo home from practice or went to watch her matches. Luckily, Gail preferred for Sean to be at her side, often working as an extra referee or scorekeeper until his foot healed. He knew that injured students were usually assigned research papers on various sports to make up for missing so many activities.

After his fantasy about Marissa Resto last period, Sean **** himself to look away from the outgoing, athletic teacher. Despite the freezing temperatures outside, Gale preferred to wear a tank top and gym shorts while conducting her class. With the gym often being drafty, the cold sometimes caused the blonde’s nipples to harden and appear against her top, as they did now.

“Uh-oh, you don’t look so good. Pain?”

“Not really. Just didn’t sleep all that well,” Sean explained.

“Ah, rough night. I see,” Miss McGurk said knowingly. Surveying the teen from head to toe, she noted his condition. “You know, we’re mostly going to do sprints and relays today. There isn’t much for you to do. Why don’t you call it a class and go see Miss Zee? Either perk yourself up, or you can take a short rest.”

“Are you sure?” Sean asked, feeling somewhat weird about the offer. It wasn’t the first or second time that Miss McGurk had sent him to the nurse’s office.

“Absolutely! Don’t worry. I plan to make you sweat once you’re able to,” the gym teacher vowed, chuckling before swatting him on the lower back to leave.

Heading back inside the locker room, Sean grabbed his cane and items. Austin called him a pussy for going to see the nurse, but that wasn’t unusual. The bell rang about half down the long hallway that ran along the gymnasium. Fortunately for his foot and leg, the nurse’s office was just ahead, off a small private nook.

“Well, look at you!” Wanda greeted Sean after he knocked on the open door.

“Uh, Miss McGurk sent me down. I guess I look beat,” Sean admitted, performing a quick check of the nurse’s office.

Besides Wanda’s desk, there were two cabinets. One held various bandages and any over-the-counter medicine that the school board allowed the nurses to administer. This usually fell in the category of allergy, cold, and stomach medicine. The other cabinet, with a better lock, held any prescription medications students were allowed to store and take at school. Sean had been **** to keep his painkillers inside the cabinet for the first month, until he cut back to almost none. Off to the side of the room, two beds sat for ill students to rest. A pair of movable curtains attached to the ceiling allowed for privacy.

“I can’t say I’m surprised to see you. Not after your condition this morning in the commons,” Wanda pointed out. “So, what will it be: Nap or relief?”

“Um, I don’t…oh, crap,” Sean groaned, glancing down to see the tent in the front of his pants. “Shit, shit, shit! Miss McGurk must have noticed…shit!”

“Sean, how have you not noticed by now?” Wanda asked, walking over to close and lock the door behind him. “Gail knows the reason why…well, the extra reason why you come down here to visit me.”

“She does?!”

“Sure. We’re friends. Kind of have to be since we’re only a year apart and ran around with the same crowd in high school,” the redhead explained, taking his stuff to place on one of the empty beds. “Trust me, if you need an extra hand, Gail might be willing to help. She’s been practically enthralled when asking for details. However, I’m surprised that your mom didn’t ask on Tuesday. They got that whole cheerleader connection.”

“You are a nurse,” Sean reminded.

"Oh, right," Wanda agreed, laughing. Initially surprised by the conversation with Bridget Tarver about Sean's side effects, the flirty nurse had jokingly asked if the doctor wanted her to jerk her son off. When Bridget straight-up said either that or allowing Whitney or another student to do so would be acceptable, Wanda's kinky side flared. While against school rules, Sean wouldn't be the first student the nurse helped, but he held the honor of being the first with a parent's permission.

"I am curious about your other health care providers. Perhaps when the school year is over, you can give me a blow-by-blow accounting," the Sugarbee coach suggested saucily.

“Um, maybe.”

Next, she directed him to stand near her desk. Knowing that the school nurse liked to take care of her patient, Sean let her unbuckle his belt before she lowered his pants and underwear. “My, somebody seems extra excited this morning. Iona?”

“Uh, I might have dozed off in Psychology and daydreamed about Ms. Resto,” Sean admitted.

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Up!” Wanda ordered, prompting Sean to hop onto the desk. “Marissa is a nice gal, but too wholesome for this task. I guarantee that if your mother had asked her to help apply this medical procedure, she would’ve been scandalized. Perhaps even enough to call the cops on your mom.”

“I guess so, but we had a moment on New Year’s Eve,” Sean added hastily, squirming as Wanda’s cold hand wrapped around his dick.

“Sorry. Do you want lotion, or prefer to wait?” Wanda inquired, nodding at his preference to wait. “Now, tell your naughty nurse all about this moment.”

Sean groaned in pleasure as the school nurse slowly stroked his cock while occasionally adding a twist. If he had learned one thing about his former sex education teacher, it was that she gave an incredible handjob. Although he hadn’t worked up the nerve to ask for a blowjob yet, he imagined her skills in that area of patient care would be just as outstanding.

“Do you want me to roleplay Marissa for you?”