Straight to school

Despite the relaxed end to the weekend, you find it very difficult to leave your bed when Natasha wakes you up on Monday morning. A cold shower and a strong coffee only change the situation slightly. You actually wanted to take the train to school, like most of your classmates, but your father insisted on driving you on your first day. Even Tatjana has gotten up and says goodbye to you in a light bathrobe, and even when your father isn't looking, she can't resist rubbing her hand over the growing bulge in your pants.

"I hope I can help you with your homework later, your father has to go away on business again and we have the house to ourselves."

"How am I supposed to go to school with that hard-on? Everyone can see that," you complain, only partly seriously.

"Oh, you silly me. Tomorrow morning when you get up, I'll suck you dry so that something like that doesn't happen again. But you'll just have to live with it for today."

"Maybe I'm not feeling so well after all and I should stay at home today?"

"Don't tempt me, you little devil. Besides, someone would be very angry with me."

"What does that mean now?"

"You'll understand soon enough, don't worry." With a kiss on the cheek, a flash of her nipples and a slap on the bottom, she sends you into the car with your father, who is already waiting. As you drive out to the exit, she blows you another kiss and you are sure that it is meant for you.

In the car, your father tells you once again not to overexert yourself, but also not to take it too easy. He tells you that he won't be back from Prague until the weekend and asks you with a wink to keep a watchful eye on the house and your stepmother. You don't care about the house, but the other things will be done with flying colors, you think to yourself as you just smile at him.

A few minutes later, you are standing in front of the school gates and are overwhelmed by the number of impressions that are bombarding you. You didn't expect the sight of your old school to hit you so hard. A lot of things are still the same as you remembered them, but you also notice a few changes. New graffiti, a small extension that you don't know, and the sports hall seems to have been given a new coat of paint, to name just a few. And then, of course, there are your classmates. There are so many of them and you don't really know anyone here. A few of the older ones look vaguely familiar, but you're not sure if that's true or if your imagination is playing tricks on you. You notice that some of them are watching you, practically staring at you. No wonder you think to yourself, you must be the most exciting attraction, not to say the biggest freak, at the school. You try not to let it show and, as you were told in a letter, go straight to the office. On the way you feel the eyes on your back and often people whisper behind their hands as you walk past. You don't understand more than scraps of words, but you are sure that you have heard the expression "komboy" more than once. You can't change it anyway, so you quicken your steps and shortly afterwards enter the secretary's office without knocking. The room has changed more than the building itself; practically all of the furniture has obviously been replaced within the last four years. That probably also applies to Mrs. Meier. The old lady was an institution in your time and was about to retire when you had the accident. Her successor is a lot younger and also much more attractive. The red-haired woman sticks her tight bottom out at you in a knee-length, mouse-gray skirt, as she seems to be looking for something in one of the lower drawers in one of the numerous filing cabinets. But she notices your arrival immediately and turns to you. Her impressive breasts, which are trying their best to burst the buttons of her tight white blouse, immediately make up for the fact that you are now denied a view of her bottom. With a great effort of will, you can look up to her face with the bright green eyes, the pretty nose and the dark red lips. Tina Bender smiles at you in a friendly way, as you can see from the sign on the counter.

"Welcome back to Willy-Brandt Gymnasium, nice to have you back."

You look somewhat surprised at Ms. Bender, who you estimate to be in her late twenties and who you have definitely never seen in your life. When she notices your irritated expression, she lets out a friendly and honest laugh.

You look a little surprised at Ms. Bender, who you estimate to be in her late twenties and who you have definitely never seen before in your life. When she notices your irritated expression, she lets out a friendly and honest laugh.

"Don't worry, I can't read minds, the headmistress just described you very precisely. Besides, I knew you were coming today and I actually know all of our students. Especially the good-looking ones." She winks cheekily at you at the last sentence.

"Go ahead and go in, she's already waiting for you."

Speechless and still irritated, both by the obvious innuendo and her explanation, you enter your headmistress's office. On the nameplate on the door you can still read 'S.Müller', but that means nothing to you.

"Well, you see, I told you that we would see each other again soon." you are immediately greeted as you enter the room.