A Distraction is made!

You need a distraction. And you need it NOW. Luckily, fate seems willing to throw one right into your lap.

You give up hope that she will not see your awkwardly-tented pants, and with resignation, you turn to stand up. However, as soon as you rotate your body, you hear a snapping sound as the weak leg on the chair on which you?re sitting gives way. You whip your hands in front of you in an attempt to catch yourself from falling face first on the ground. You half-manage it, but you catch your self at an odd angle, and twist your wrist awkwardly as you land. It?s not bad enough to be a sprain, but it will hurt like hell for an hour or so. You cry out as you land, but manage to avoid cursing. However, as an added benefit to this misfortune, your rod deflates rather quickly as your mind finds something more important to focus on.

?Oh my goodness, James!? she exclaims, as she looks down in horror at your sprawled form on the ground. She quickly rises from her desk is comes to your side. ?Are you alright? I think we should call a doctor.?

You know this to be a typical reaction from Ms. Lovett towards people she cares about. You are fairly certain that nothing is broken in your wrist ? you almost feel daring enough to move it again, in spite of the pain. A doctor probably isn?t necessary.

?I think it?ll be ok, Ms. Lovett. It just stings a little.?

?Really, James, that was a hard fall you took,? she retorts, eyes full of concern. ?Are you sure you don?t need a doctor??

It hurts like hell, but you rotate your wrist and manage not to wince. ?See?? you say with a smile, ?Almost all better already!?

?Here, let?s at least get an icepack on it - no, James,? she says, as you start to move, ?don?t you move an inch.?

You wish you had moved. In her haste to retrieve the first aid kit, one of her generous melons brushes up against your arm, which makes your cock twitch slightly, threatening to come back to life. You fight the good fight, but it?s a losing battle. A beautiful, busty red head, on her knees beside you in a skirt, her wavy red hair smelling like fall apples, intoxicating perfume like garden roses, and her long delicate fingers as they wrap the ice pack around your wrist?by the time she is finished, you are at full mast again. And then, the worst thing possible happens.

?Ok, James, let me help you up.? Ms. Lovett holds out her arms in front of you, ready to help you stand. She is smaller than you, so she spends a lot of effort in the attempt. You try to make her job easier, but she doesn?t expect the extra momentum as you push up harder with you legs. You nearly fall into her as you rocket from the floor, but she manages to stabilize you. To your dismay, you find yourself close enough that your rock hard cock is poking her in the stomach!

You hear Ms. Lovett gasp, but she very quickly regains her composure and sits down again at her desk, prompting you to sit as well (after checking the chair?s integrity, of course.) ?I feel awful about all this, James,? she begins. ?Look, why don?t you come to my house, in about an hour or so. I was planning on cooking a large portion of pasta to eat for the week, so I don?t mind sharing. We can talk about this trip over dinner.?

You feel a wild thrill as you think of seeing Ms. Lovett outside of school hours, off the school campus. You remind yourself not to jump for joy as you tell Ms. Lovett that you really appreciate the chance to talk with her about the trip over spaghetti and garlic bread. Also, it?s a good thing that she is giving you an hour to arrive at her place, because it will probably take about that long to manage the serious blue-balls you know you will soon have.