Making enquiries

Alison smiled at Connor and brushed some of her ash blonde hair out of the way of her glasses.

"So, Connor, things are going well with Joan?" she asked, looking nervously up and down the corridor as it emptied for class.

"Sure!" said Connor, maybe a little too quickly. "I mean, you saw us in Chem just now..."

"I don't mean as study partners, silly. I mean, um, as a couple."

"Well, yeah..." said Connor with less conviction than he'd intended.

"Only I saw what she was doing with you under the table. That's new, isn't it?" said Alison. Connor blushed and looked around to check no-one was near.

"That's um... that's not-" he began, softly stammering. His head was spinning and his heart had kicked into overdrive.

"No, it's ok!" interrupted Alison, stepping closer, "It's about time she took care of you. I mean, how long have you two been dating? And a guy obviously has needs..." Connor didn't know what to say as Alison looked up at him and bit her lower lip.

"Ihavetogotoclassnow!" he blurted, and sped away.

Alison watched him walk away, and admired the way his jeans fit his ass as she did so.

Connor made it to Math late, but not late enough to earn more than a look from Ms Fern. That was fortunate. She was one of his favorite teachers. Technically, she wasn't a teacher yet, being on some kind of work-study on her way to becoming one, having previously done some sort of mathematical post-graduate degree. She was enthusiastic about her subject, had connections at the local state college that had helped Connor secure his place there for next year, and was young and attractive enough that about half her students had outright crushes on her.