2nd Period - English

As soon as the bell range, the cum-covered cheerleader immediately pulled out her phone and called someone, not caring about the drying cum getting on it when when she put it to her ear. I followed Amir out of the room, almost running into wall next to the door trying to keep an eye on her as she gathered her things and left the room, not minding her appearance in the least. After avoiding face planting into the wall, I looked back again, trying to find her in the crowd as she followed us into the hallway. I had lost track of her for about 10 seconds, and had trouble finding her again, because the cum on her face was gone and she was wearing a similar but obviously different and entirely clean cheerleader outfit when I finally located her, talking on what I could swear was not the same phone model.

"I can't believe that happened," I commented to Amir.

"Are you on **** or something?" he replied, only half joking and giving me a worried look. "You've been acting weird all morning."

"I've been acting weird?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah," he replied, giving me worried look as he casually dodged people in the hallway. "First you are acting like you can't remember tons of things, then you nearly walked into a wall. Be honest, man: are you on something? Did your sister maybe get you try something at that party you were bitching about Saturday night?"

"What? No!" I replied indignantly. "Come on, you think I would..."

"Look, just saying, you said you feel ok, but you ain't acting like it," he stated as we approached our 2nd period room.

"What's up, homeys," our friend Jennifer asked as she sidled up next to us. Amir rolled his eyes at her fake ghetto accent; the petite Asian teen couldn't pull it off, but kept trying.

"I think Johnny boy might be one something," Amir replied.

"Dude, I swear I didn't take anything!" I countered.

"You been acting wired all morning," Amir repeated, listing off a few things (in a very skewed manner, like 'was asking where Jun was as if she should be in high school').

"For real?" she replied incredulously. She grabbed my head and pulled me down to inspect, despite my objections. "No signs of head injuries. I'd believe that way more than mr. goody-good taking anything."

"Cut it out!" I said as I pulled away from her. We all sat down, towards the front of the classroom as usual, the pair of them on either side of me at the triple wide desks this classroom had.

"Alright, good morning, class," Mr Amundson said. He was one of the younger teachers, just out of teaching college. My eyes widened as I noticed he looked much more buff than he had last week, as if he worked out really hard regularly. He had never been out of shape, but now he had pretty large muscles and an obviously defined chest, obvious because his usual dress shirt and slacks, looked painted on, the shirt not even fully closing over his huge pecs.

"Good morning, Mr. Amundson," the class parroted back. I was too distracted to say anything; Amir nudged me and raised his eyebrows.

"Alright, let's continue our exploration of different short story sub-genres," he said, handing a sheaf of printouts to the front row to be passed back.

I made a good effort to read through the story, which was a brief romantic piece about an encounter between 2 people in an abandoned school building after what seemed to be some kind of apocalypse.

"All right, I hope everyone had a chance to get through that," he suddenly said. With ia start I realized I had spent a good 10 min just staring dumbly at him. He began going over themes of the work, writing things such as 'loneliness', 'lack of contact', 'despair for the future', and 'finding some small hope'.

"... And what do we all think of how the story ended?" Mr. Amundsen said, turning back to the class. "Compare it to the story we read last Friday... Amelia," he continued. The class goth stood up reluctantly. While she had always been goth, Amelia was now the quintessential hot goth girl, with visible tattoos covering her back, nose and ear piercings, green streaked hair, a tight ripped crop top that left her midriff bare and showed off her navel piercing, and a leather mini-skirt. Based on everything that had been true before today, she wouldn't have been let into the building. I completely tuned out her answer taking in her outfit. and the back and forth she had with the teacher, though I did note when the class laughed.

"That is an... interesting take...," he told her, giving her a thumbs down gesture, which looked oddly amped up by his outfit. "Alright, would anyone care to try that again? Maybe who read either story?" he added. He gave it a few ticks. "No one... well, if their are no volunteers... John, what are your thoughts on this story compared to that one," he said, looking right at me.

I had quickly skimmed the story, but I had been too preoccupied with my own thoughts to really pay much attention to it. Jennifer nudged me to get me to stand up. I stood up hastily and delivered a stuttering and completely made up answer. Jennifer was holding in laughter as I ashamedly sat back down.

"Ms. James, best of three?" he asked Jennifer exasperatedly. She proceeded to stand and confidently run down a comparison of the story.

"I am glad to see some people are actually putting in some effort," he said. I wallowed in embarrassment as the rest of the class laughed. The class proceeded, and I did my best to pay attention while also stealthily reading the story.

"John, Amelia, up here before you go," Mr. Amundsen called as the class broke up. I gave Amir and Jennifer a hopeless look as the rest of the class left and went to the front.

"Amelia, Amelia, Amelia," he began with a sigh, "I am not sure what to do with you. Should I give you detention AGAIN?"

"I love detention. It's my favorite place," she replied acerbically.

"Yes, it seems detention isn't working with you. I hear you and your friends practically use it like a hangout. I am afraid we will have to try something else," he stated, stepping behind her. He grabbed the back of her neck with one had and bent her over his desk forcefully, though somehow not violently, his other hand pulling he skirt around her waist, revealing she had no panties on. He pulled an obscenely huge dick out of his pants, placed it at her lower lips. and slammed into her to the hit in one hard, fast motion. "Perhaps this will convince you to pay attention!" he yelled as he began to began to fuck her hard and fast.

"Maybe... HAH ... if your CLASS wasn't sooooooo... FUCKING BORING... gasp... moan... I wouldn't..." she tried to hoot back in between responding to his hard thrusts, until Mr. Amundsen reached around, grabbed her by the throat, and pulled her upwards, forcing her to arch back against him thrusting her apparently unbound tits against her shirt, leaving me to watch as they bounced with each of his thrusts. Despite her attempts at complaining, Amelia clearly enjoyed what he was doing, her face awash with pleasure as she tried alternately to moan and gasp out complaints. I stared at the scene for a second, then subtly tried to back away.

"Just where do you think you are going?" Mr. Amundsen asked, thrusting hard into Amelia and then staying in, letting her grind on his full length despite her continued whispered imprecations. He reach a hand around her and pulled her shirt over her tits, turning slightly to give me a full frontal view of their quivering mass, pierced nipples rock hard, as he held her skirt to her waist, being sure to let me see his dick thrusting between her tight lower lips as he resumed thrusting. "I didn't... uhn... say... grunt... you could leave yet. I will... UHF... be with you... grunt... as soon as I finISH with Amelia!" I stood there rooted to the spot as he pulled out for a second, flipping her over and laying her on the deck, heaving breasts going up and down with her deep breaths as he released her throat.

"I'll pay attention ok?" she whined as he pushed her legs apart and back to her shoulders. "I'll FUCK!!!!! I'LL DO THE READING!!" she yelled as he thrust into her again, her hands flying to her own breasts and kneading them. "I'll do it! I promise. FUCK I'll fucking do the reading I'll do it I'll do it I'll do it..." she began repeating as her body shook orgasmically, playing on her piercings, eventually degenerating into unintelligible moans. Mr. Amundsen thrust into her over and over as she spasmed, then grunted and thrust hard. I could see his cum gushing out of her as he filled her with what had to be an abnormal amount of it. He pulled out, and let her lay on the desk, still spasming and twitching, as his cum leaked out of her.

Without missing a beat, cock still out, he turned to address me. "John, you are usually a good student, so I must say I am disappointed. Consider this a warning; next time you decide not to participate in my class, you will be participating in detention, understood?"

"Uh... Yes, yes sir!" I half yelled after a second. He waved me out of the room, and I turned and half ran.

"So how boned are you?" Jennifer asked as I stepped into the hallway.

"What? Umm..." I tried to collect my thoughts.

"Move, nerd," Amelia said from behind me, shouldering me out of her way. I gaped at the completely unmussed, fully dressed goth as she angrily stalked past us, noticing she now had on a leather halter top and ripped jeans, all still in jet black, now with full tattoo sleeves.

"Earth to John?" Jennifer said, waving a hand in front of my face. "Are you sure you're ok?" she asked quizzically. "Come on, we don't want to be late for our math test."

I looked at the clock and realized that despite just watching Amelia get fucked for at least 10 min, it was somehow only a minute since class let out.