Rest of the day

It all seemed to be over so quickly that he was back in lessons before he had time to really think about things. He luckily didn't have English that afternoon because that may have been weird even everyone kept their mouths shut. His thoughts spiralled around the situation which had just happened to him- he felt glad that more crazy things like this were going to happen but most of all he just felt lucky. Like he was part of a secret that no one else could know.

How many of his peers could possibly know that their pretty English teacher was fucking students in the program? That thrilling feeling evaporated however as he considered what else this meant: everyone else could have stories equally or possibly even more outlandish and incredible. It was then that he fell into what was to become a routine of his: the excitement until his next 'session'.

He snapped out of his thinking, remembering he was still in a classroom and had to actual try to remember some of this stuff being talked about but when he looked around he realised the teacher seemed to be largely going through the process with no real zeal- everyone in the class appeared to be lost within their own sexual adventures in their heads.

The fear of losing this amazing new time in their day made everyone far too scared to actually talk about what happened- though that didn't stop the rumours that certain people WERE talking, those suspicions remained rumours however.

He got home and spent an average night at home until very late before he was about to go to bed. His parents entered the room and asked very vague questions about if "Everything was okay at school?" and to "Make sure [he] was still concentrating in this new school year". They shared looks but never got a real answer from him. As absurd as it sounds, his first thought was that they were testing him for the school, to see if he let anything slip. He knew names would land him in the most trouble so steered well clear of anything but generic niceties. Eventually they left him and he could cheat to skip several hours of conscious time waiting for the next day that the wonder of sleep brings to the impatient mind.