She fails

She failed miserably.

The rest of the day, for chemistry and economics followed by swim team, she failed. She couldn’t find anyone.

Well… that’s not true. There was Allen in all of her classes, her brother Eric who she could get ahold of at nearly anytime, then there was Steven who she had swim team with, and Avery who was in economics… but the real thing was how exactly do you go up to a male student and purpose that he go fuck her ‘health and human science’ teacher? That’s what the class was officially called after all, ‘health and human science.’ But she was digressing in her thoughts. Didn’t matter what they called it, she had to make sure that her teacher was sexually satisfied by the end of the day and that was –

RING!

-- that was now officially too late.

Maybe it was a joke right? It was just something about Mistress… no Miss M was joking about. She wasn’t serious, it was just the new Mistress – Miss M playing around to make a boring class more interesting. That’s all it was right? To make it more interesting? To make her think of sex, the consequences, the actions involved? The nudity. How Miss M would be naked, on top of the student, on top of her desk, riding him, shoving that cock up in her pussy over and over again. That’s all this was. It was a way to make her straight! Because that was her pussy, that was supposed to be what she got to play with, not some boy.

No, now she was getting off track. She was, after all, getting ready for swim team and stripping down.

“Liz!” a female voice shouted behind her. Elizabeth was gazing into her locker: her gym bag was open and had her cloths crammed into it. She was sitting on the bench, naked, holding her suim suit. “Gonna get ready?”

Elizabeth looked over her shoulder: Jasmine was just pulling the stop of her suit up over her bare chest. Elizabeth tried not to stare at Jasmine’s 34 A breasts, with the slight inverted nipples that dotted her tiny areolas. It was not important, the thought of her friend’s tiny tits, exposed, with Elizabeth sucking on them, then looking up at her friends deep brown eyes framed enshrined on her flat face. Then Elizabeth would put her hands on to Jasmine’s face, cupping her gently, running the girls black hair through her own fingers while she pulled Jasmine close to her and passionately kissing her on the lips. No, that was not important.

“What’s go you so distracted? You’re normally way more into locker room talk?”

“Um… sorry, just…” Elizabeth stood up. Jasmine was just covering up her nipples. “Just…”

“You should probably shave that bush.” Jasmine suddenly shot off. Elizabeth looked down. Her pubis mons was getting a little out of hand. “Guys don’t like… wait are you a virgin?”

Elizabeth answered with a blush.

“Oh my god!” Jasmine jumped up and put her hands on Elizabeth’s shoulder before Elizabeth could say or do anything. “I’m not going to tell anyone, don’t worry.” It was a little strange being consoled by a girl who was about 6 inches shorter then you. Jasmine almost had to look over Elizabeth’s mammary glands to see Elizabeth’s face.

“Never really had a boyfriend. Didn’t think it was important.”

Jasmine had a look of understanding, then… curiosity followed by… confusion? No, horror? No… no Elizabeth should have said “I’m trying to focus on my athletics and academics,” or maybe that would have made it more obvious?

Jasmine decided that the best thing to do was not to talk about Elizabeth’s hair crotch and head out to the pool. Now Elizabeth was alone, and felt sufficiently crappy.

Well tomorrow was a new day. How bad could it be?