Nurses office

You wake up on a bed, and for a moment you think that it was all some crazy dream.

“Hey there stud. Finally awake are we?” You look over to see Patty sitting in a chair next to you. She’s gotten dressed again, although her blouse is no longer tucked in, with a button or two missing, and her hair is on the wilder side of things. She appears maybe just a tad damp, sweat from having sex not to long ago, which allows you to see she’s not wearing her bra anymore. Looking around you realize you’re in the nurses office, no nurse to be seen. You realize just how pissed off at you Patty probably is for you taking advantage of her like that.

“Ms. Walters I am so, so sorry ab-”

“Woah, woah, woah, easy there Chris. First off, if anyone has an excuse for calling me Patty you’re at the top of that list. Waaay past formalities. Secondly, I’m not mad.” She smiled gently at you. “Look, I get it. After you fell out like that i saw that your jeans had ripped on the door handle, so I figure you didn’t mean to skewer me. My fault for thinking it was a good idea to go commando. And once you were in, and believe me when I say you were IN, I’m willing to forgive the fact that you were overcome by my womanly folds.”

“So, I’m not in trouble?” You ask, breathing a sigh of relief that you haven’t been expelled, or worse.

“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t in part due to how well you performed. And I’m flattered to know I’m so good I literally fucked you till you passed out. Hell, if you weren’t in a relationship I’d consider jumping right back on for round two.”

“I’m not in a relationship though.” You say, hoping that she doesn’t take that as an invitation. As great as it was, you need to get back to class, and you’re not sure boning the English teacher counts as a valid extracurricular activity.

“Really? You mean you and Ms. Allen aren’t?” Her eyes suddenly get wide with worry as her hands cover her mouth. “I’m not your first am I?!”

“No no, don’t worry, I’ve uh, done it before.” You tell her. It’s her turn to sigh in relief.

“Good, good. I mean, it was amazing, but I’d feel bad if you lost your V-card to someone you barely know in a school supply closet.” You appreciate the sentiment, but honestly you think it would still be better than having your step sister fall from the ceiling and pout the whole time.

“Well, despite that I still think I’ll leave you be. At least for now. I have a class to teach, and you’ve got classes to attend. Don’t want one of my star students to fall behind on my account. I’ll let your classes know that you were helping me out.” She gets up to leave, and turns as she reaches the door. “And Chris, if you ever need any *ahem* extra credit, don’t hesitate to ask.” She winks, and walks out the door.

You sit for a moment, and then get up to get prepared to head to class. You see your jeans have been discarded in the trash, too torn to be worn, and instead you have a pair of sweat pants on. You feel around, and see that your keys, wallet, and phone have been put in the pockets. You see that Heather has been texting you like crazy, joking at first and slowly getting more worried. Checking the time you see that you’ve missed both pre-calc and band practice, meaning all you have left is history with Mr. Jones and, ironically, English with Patty.

‘Surely I can get through without incident for the rest of the day’