It's too much, I can't take it!

I decide against it. Groping my breasts, whatever. I’d give Horace a hand job before I’d do it for a teacher.

I stand up, gather my things and say, “Mr. Perkins, I’m sorry, but I really can’t go through with that. I’ll take the B.”

He nods his head, “I understand Miss Gailliard. Enjoy the rest of your day.” He turns back to grading papers.

I leave the classroom and head down the hall to the front of the school and turn the corner. The hallway is empty except for Horace who apparently is afraid to wait outside for his ride. I have never heard him speak, so hearing his voice for the first time is a shock.

“Hi Riley, how did you do?”

I figure turn and turn about is fair play. I tell him my grade. I look at him and smile.

I look at his crotch and figure what the hell. I put my hand on the growing bulge and just hold it there. I can’t tell how long he is but whatever length it is he gained some girth and quickly. I look at him again and wink.

His eyes get huge and then he runs off to the boy’s restroom.

There’s something wrong with me.

I head out the front door of the school.