Question her some more

"Is that all?" John asked.

"Why, Mr. Suttle, I'm starting to think hearing about other school employees spying on me is turning you on," Krystal said with a smile. "You don't have to worry, I haven't fucked any of them...yet. I just let them watch and jerk off. Well...except Mr. Oakley. I forgot about that one time. He might not ever forget it...but his cock was so small it really doesn't count."

"What happened?"

"Well, it was right before the virus started and they called school off," she said. "Turns out I was failing history class, and if I fail history, I'm ineligible to cheer for basketball. So I scheduled a meeting with him after school, in his room."

"And?"

"He told me there was nothing he could do, all work fornthe trimester was completed and my grade was my grade," Krystal explained. "So I got down on my knees and begged and pleaded. I even turned on the fake tears. Nothing swayed that bastard."

"And?"

"Since I was on my knees, I just reached up and jerked his pants down," she said. "He was hard as a rock. Apparently crying women is his fetish. He gave me this crap story about being married with kids and how he'd never cheat on his wife. He tried to pull away. But once I wrapped my lips around him...he gave up. Took him about thirty seconds to cum. Than he cried but he gave me an A."

"Oh my god!"

"And I'm not kidding, he has a tiny cock," Krystal continued. "I mean, I've not seen a cock that small since I lost my virginity playing ten minutes in heaven at Maurice McIlroy's birtyday party in the fifth grade. At least Maurice lasted almost five minutes before he came in me."

John knew Maurice. He was a senior on the football team, and quite popular with the ladies.

"Krystal, this just is not acceptable behavior," John said.

"It is what it is," she said. "Now how about that hug?"