Tuesday

The memories of the last night’s dream linger through Tuesday.

You’re still fantasising about Ellie. You’re still reliving the feel of her pussy wrapped round your cock.

You’re still fantasising about Kelly. Her smooth breasts. The way they heaved as your cock pummelled her. The way her green eyes turned from rebellion to submission.

No, you’ve got to stop thinking about it. Tuesday’s a new day.

The late morning lesson is the Upper Sixth ‘B’ Stream, and one girl is missing. Brianna Ollins. {if Brianna = 1} Your next-door neighbour. {else}You remember the red head looking at you studiously. It was quite unnerving, but also erotic {endif}

“Is Brianna joining us?”

“Haven’t you heard, sir. She had an accident last night at hockey training. Nurse Karlee and Miss Speed had to take her to hospital,” one of the girls reply.

“Oh, no. Is she ok?”

“Yes, she’s broken her hand. I think she won’t be back at school until next week.”

That’s awful to hear. {if Brianna = 1} Maybe you should go and check on her?{endif} The news puts a damper on the entire lesson, guiding the girls through their homework, helping them understand what they wrote and where they did well and where they did badly.

At lunch, you hunt for more information about the accident. Abigail and her friends know next to nothing. Blair’s the font of information, although she doesn’t look happy about it.

“Oh, it’s just girls being girls,” Blair complains. “Accidents happen. They were spending too much time discussing you, and not enough attention on what they were doing. Brianna will be fine. She’s a tough cookie. I, on the other hand, now have fill in a multitude of forms. Just to say girls will be girls.”

Krystal’s sitting next to her, laughing. “Our Blair here doesn’t like paperwork.”

“I didn’t become a PE teacher to fill out paperwork.”

“Why did you become a PE Teacher?”

“To educate girls into keeping fit and learning to love sport.”

“What she means,” Keystal says leaning in towards you, “is that she couldn’t think of anything better to do. She wasn’t good enough to go professional in anything, and she was never very academic. So she ended up teaching PE.”

Blair gives her an evil look.

This sounds like a regular argument, and you refuse to get involved. You tactfully withdraw.