Unfortunately she is late

Emily ran as fast as she could through the thinning halls but realized all to well that she waited too long for Devin to get out of his seat. The bell rang for class to begin and she was still at least a minute if not two out from class. As she rounded the corner to the gym's double doors she could see a fit muscular man with spiked blonde hair and baby blue eyes. His strong jawline was freshly clean shaven and his bulking arms were crossed in front of himself. His white polo shirt was straining to hold his form in and the exact same could be said about his track pants, Emily couldn't help but to cast a glance to his crotch and was pleased to see a low hanging cock maybe 6 inches in length but it was soft in it's current form. "Miss McKellan I presume?" Emily snapped her wandering eyes back up to whom she presumed to be her new gym teacher. His voice was deep but had a soft tone to it, she practically melted upon hearing it, realizing she hadn't answered she quickly nodded. "You're late but I can see you, unlike the other girls, took the time to change into proper attire before class." Emily blushed unable to speak, little did he know as to why she was already in her gym clothes, part of her desperately wanted to tell him. "Since you are the only one prepared today I'm willing to overlook your tardiness." She was about to thank him profusely but he continued, "To make up for being late however you're going to stay back after class and help me get to know this particular course better. Understood?" That last word took her back to Zack's words of dominance with Greg and she immediately started to get wet. Was Mr. Hoilley trying to make her submissive? Or was she reading into this because she wanted something to be there? Once again realizing she hadn't responded she nodded and headed in to the gym with Mr. Hoilley.

Once inside she took a seat on the benches and waited for the rest of her class to join her. Hoilly wasn't kidding when he said none of the girls were prepared it was a solid five minutes before the rest of her class started to filter their way to the benches. During that time though she couldn't help but notice Hoilly's eyes occasionally wandering her body. This did nothing to help her arousal and the more she caught him looking the wetter her slit got. 'What is wrong with me?' She thought to herself, 'I have never been this horny before and today suddenly my libido is through the fucking roof!' Her thoughts were returned to her class when one of her classmates sat next to her. Martha Dunlop was a friendly girl, a loner, but really friendly. Emily liked talking to Martha something about her felt really genuine, Martha loved talking about her cats, her favourite book series, or her fondess for vintage movies. Martha had shoulder length black hair she always kept in a scrunchie and rainbow coloured braces. Sure Martha had some acne but if she would just use some skin treatment or makeup that could be easily fixed. She was around Emma's height but really lanky with a flat chest and not much of a butt. "Hey Martha! How's your first day going?"

Martha looked a bit flushed and embarrassed as she turned to Emily to respond. "Hey Emily...I'm okay, I spent another lunch alone so Devin, Jake and Josh made fun of me." Jake and Josh were twin brothers that rounded out the last two members of Greg's friend group. Both were as dumb as dirt and both had the humour of truckers. Both boys were on the rugby and football team with Greg, their only hope of going to college was if they got a sports scholarship. They were both well built and helped hold the scrum line for Rugby or held the line for Football, the two meat heads were great slabs of meat for defensive positions. Most weekends they had their house to themselves since their dad was a truck driver who did long hauls and their mother had left several years ago. The two were constantly trying to get girls to come over those weekends but no girl hated herself enough to stoop to that level.

"Oh Martha I'm so sorry to hear that why don't you come sit with me and Zack tomorrow we can introduce you to our friend group! They'd love to get to know you." Truth was Chloe often shit talked the other kids at the school and occasionally that included Martha but Emily could help keep her in line and Zack's best friends Jason and Aaron were both really nice so they'd make Martha feel included.

"Thanks Emily but I think it'd be best if I just spent my lunches in the library where I can't embarrass anybody but myself..." Before Emily could say something Mr. Hoilly blew his whistle and told the girls to start doing laps. As the girls ran the length of the gym Mr. Hoilly stood in the middle and started to explain what the semester's class would look like and his expectations for conduct and behaviour in his classes. If Emily wasn't so distracted with Martha's words she'd have heard Hoilly say that girls who can't arrive on time will be subjected to punisments that would increase with each infraction. He blew his whistle again and instructed the girls to setup different mats and exercise equipment so they could go through a series of fitness techniques.

As the girls setup the stations and rotated through them Emily couldn't help but to notice Mr. Hoilly's "hands-on" approach. None of the girls seemed to mind so Emily felt no need to be alarmed as he came behind her while she was doing a downwards dog position. He placed his hands firmly on her waist and guided her into what he called a better position. Hoilly brought her butt straight up and pushed her head into the mat, then pulled her straight backwards into his waist. If she didn't know better she'd think her gym teacher had just thrust himself against her for pleasure not educational purposes. But Mr. Hoilley was doing this with all the girls so clearly he just wanted the best for his class.

As class went on Emily felt herself getting wetter and wetter with each hands on lesson Hoilly gave her. Emily really was trying to take his lessons to heart but he kept correcting her and she was really struggling. For years she had thought herself to be top of the class, the best athlete but she was the only one getting this many pointers. Mrs. Delby had told her she was going to be a star athlete but did star athletes really get this many pointers? Even Martha who Mrs. Delby used to correct often was being corrected less than Emily was. The bell rang for class to end and Emily helped pack up the equipment before heading towards the back of the gym where Mr. Hoilly's office was. Tears were beginning to creep into her eyes as she contemplated the fact she may not be the athlete she had convinced herself she was.

"Ah good Miss McKellan you remembered to stick around after class. Come on in and take a seat, we have a lot to discuss..." Before he could continue Emily sat down and began to cry. "Whoa Emily what's with the water works?" Mr. Hoilly said with a firm yet concerned tone.

"I thought I was a good athlete, but after todays class.... I'm not so sure *sobbing* I really need to excel physically if I'm going to get a scholarship... a scholarahip I need to be able to go to University!" Enily cried deeper and heavier in front of her gym teacher. Clearly she was **** in this moment and needed guidance.