Tuesday Lessons

The late morning and you have your first lesson of the week with the Upper Sixth ‘B’ Stream, not as rewarding as the ‘A’ Stream, not as stressful as the ‘C’.

{if Brianna > 4}

More stressful than it used to be because Brianna is sitting there, watching you lustfully with her brown eyes, and every time you look at her in her school uniform you imagine how she looked naked and how her pussy felt wrapped around your cock. And from the way she’s looking at you, it looks like she’s thinking the same thing.

{else}

More stressful than it used to be because you’ve spent a weekend fucking two students and you can’t help thinking what the other students look like naked. Look, there’s Brianna Ollins, {if Brianna = 1} your redheaded next-door neighbour still with her bandaged hand{else} the red head with the bandaged hand{endif}, whose brown eyes follow closely. She’s looking at you because you’re teaching, not because she fancies you, that has to be the case. But you can’t help wondering what’s beneath her plain white blouse and her blue and green checked skirt.

{endif}

The hormones rushing through adds sensationalism to your topic, Gildas and his ‘De Excidio et Conquestu Britanniae’, a topic ripe for sensationalism. You easily stray into territory you shouldn’t, principally Arthurian myths and whether any of them have any basis in truth. Distinctly off curriculum.

The ringing of the bell summons the girls away and gives you some respite.