It is a much better day for you atleast.

"The Fed announced that they are lowering interest rates by a..."

Click.

"Why does the news have to be so laaammmmmeeee?" Grumbled Krystal.

"Krystal, believe me, you don't want exciting news," you murmur as you pull into the parking lot.

"Whatever," your niece replied with indifference.

You pull into a parking place and cut the engine. Krystal leans over, placing her hand on your thigh as she kisses you.

"See you at practice," she chirps, and she and Lili hop out of the car. You sit there content to watch them run inside. After they disappear into the main entrance. You grab your briefcase and lock up your car.

You were privately a little bummed. After the last couple days you had a ton of ungraded papers and work correspondence to plow through. If one of your girls snuck in during your planning period. You were going to shoot them now.

For a man now used to sex on a near daily basis. That was more than a little depressing, but hey, if you were lucky, you'd be enjoying Clara this evening, so it wasn't hopeless.

Heading by the office, you nod to Alice as you collect your mail. There were two students waiting for you when you arrived at your classroom. Unlocking the door, you let them enter and wander over to your desk.

While parsing your mail. You received notice that basketball practice is starting next month. You were going to be moving cheer practices to Monday and Wednesdays till the end of football season.

That being the only mail of note. You put away your briefcase and locked up your desk. You briefly sneak out and grab some coffee from the lounge.

When class starts, you quickly take roll. Two students were absent. And with that done, you get up and walk around your desk. Today was less a lesson and more a discussion between you and your students.

It became apparent that you were going to need to adjust your lesson plans. The reason was your transferees were a good week behind your class. It was no good teaching about the years under the Articles of Confederation. When a third, your students were still at the Battle of Monmouth and Arnolds' treason.

Something else to cram into your planning period.

Vanessa approached you after putting her things down, asking. "Mr. Clarkson... did you do anything to my mom?"

Her question caught you off guard. Shaking your head, you reply. "Well, we dated for a while, but that ended well before you were born."

"Hmmmppp. That weird I told her about you, and she got really quiet, like... like scary quiet." She volunteered before heading to her desk.

She got scary quiet... Dana had been the one to break things off. And after doing some quick mental math, you figure she probably met Vanessa's father 4ish months after she ended things. So why she might be scary quiet about you was most perplexing.

After taking the role. You started your discussions with that class, and it was quickly apparent that Beth Anne was determined to throw you off.

For example, the first time you asked anyone if they had any questions. She threw up her hand and asked. "Mr. Clarkson, are we going to do anything with scissors?"

By the end of class there were a few whispers along the lines of. "Why the fuck is she so obsessed with scissors?"

Of course it didn't help that for the period Jaina absolutely refused to look at you. Did she regret what happened? By the end of the period you really wanted to pull her aside and ask, but three students approached you with questions before you could ask.

After your classroom finished clearing out, leaving you alone. You took the chance to swing by the teachers' lounge to refresh your coffer before sitting down to work.

You take a sip of coffee and pull out your briefcase. Opening it up, you realize you never emptied it out because Jainas bra and sailors scarf was still inside.

Shoving them aside, you pull out the ungraded papers and your work laptop. You spend 20 minutes going through the papers before sitting them aside.

"Jesus, I swear some of them are marking stuff wrong to just fuck with me." You complain out loud as the laptop boots.

After going into your school account, you were greeted with 67 unread messages. Even though it's been a week, 67 messages were excessive. Of course patents should be involved in the children's schooling, but sheesh.

Most of the messages were from parents who just want to be heard. Which was an improvement from the parents who want to dictate to you.

You had several messages from the parents of your transferees. Most were from parents irritated that their children moved to another class with their permission. AND it was somehow your fault.

Two of the parents wanted to have a parent-teacher conference. James Welbourne and Eiwyn Murphies. With about five minutes left in the period, you opened one last message without reading who sent it.

Reading the first line left you stunned.

PLEASE, JASON, BY ALL THAT'S HOLY, DON'T TAKE YOUR ANGER OUT OF VANESSA.

Sitting back in your seat, you stared at the words. "Was I that big of an asshole?" you think to yourself.

You double-check to see who sent you the message.

Dana Burrows.

In the back of your mind a voice whispers. "Still has her maiden name."

Why would Dana think you'd take your anger out on her daughter? You'd been hurt, but you would never...

"You thought about fucking her just yesterday," your conscious sullenly accused.

You roll your eyes at that thought. You thought about fucking every girl you're teaching.

"But Vanessa would be special," growled the beast. "Imagine filling Vanessa's belly with seed. Have her give you the child her mother wouldn't. Shouldn't take much for you and Jennifer to get her to spread her legs."

You shake your head, murmuring. "You're not helping."

You look at the message for another minute before typing out a three-word reply.

I would never.

Your fingers itched to ask why she would think that, but something like this should not be discussed where third parties could see it.

Instead, you write. If you want, we can arrange for a parent-teacher conference to discuss your concerns about my class.

With that done, you exit out of your school email account and power off the laptop.

Thankfully with the start of fourth period, you are able to shove thoughts of your ex to the back of your mind.

Your mood immediately brightened when Jennifer and the gang came rolling in. Jennifer was wearing a pink camisole top with a cream-colored skirt with 3-inch heels. The limit allowed in the dress code.

Unlike Beth Anne earlier, none of the girls were overly acting out about the video from last night. But there was something about Janna that was different today.

She, of course, knew everything that was going on and had announced she was going nowhere near your dick. But the way her eyes seemed to follow you. Was she one of the unknown numbers in the message group? One thing was certain: whatever was different with her was fueling your curiosity.

As fourth period came to an end. You were halfway expecting Jennifer to stay behind. Instead, she blew you a kiss and sauntered out of the class. You expected the rest of the girl to follow and were surprised when Nidia peeled off and approached your desk.

"What's up, Nidia?" you ask.

Nidia flashes you an embarrassed smile, saying. "Mr. Clarkson, mi madre would like to meet you."

You shrug, saying, "That's understandable; I've gotten three other messages from parents about that." If she wants, I can make arrangements for a parent-teacher conference."

She abruptly breaks eye contact with and nervously folds her arms across her rather prodigious chest.

"That's odd," you think to yourself before asking. "Is there a problem?"

Nidia sighs... "About that," she mumbles. "Madre is... a busy woman."

This should be pretty straightforward, but Nidia was acting as if she was about to ask for a kidney. "I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm unsure about what to do about that."

Nidia looks at you intently for several seconds before blurting out. "Can you come to the consultant or the mansion?"

Your eyes go wide at her word vomit but you do pick out "mansion" and "consulate."

You were about to decline, citing district policy, when Nidia suddenly gave you puppy-dog eyes, saying, "Please."

Well, the district will just have to be mad because there was no way you could say no to those eyes. You wearily sigh, saying. "Fine, but not till this weekend."

Nidia instantly brightened, saying. "Thanks, Mr. Clarkson."

Nidia spins to run off to lunch but pauses when you ask. "Nidia, who told you to do that, Jennifer?"

Nidia looks back at you over her shoulder. "Tina did."

"Tina," you murmur in amusement as Nidia rushes into the halls. You make a mental note to show Tina how much you appreciate her handing out tips on manipulating you.

Hungry, you lock up your classroom to head over to the teachers' lounge. While strolling to the lounge, you imagined putting Tina on her knees and teaching her about what loose lips lead to.

Of course such thoughts triggered a predictable physical reaction, and your cock started to thicken in your pants. You were passing by the intersection that led off to the math classroom when you heard females giggle.

Then one of the teens says, "Oh my god, he's got an erection."

Two weeks ago hearing that might have had you hurrying on or attempting to hide it. But that was then, and this is now.

Now you slow down and stop turning your attention to them. "Good afternoon, ladies. How's your day going?"

It was evident by the way they blushed and looked anywhere but at you. That they had not remotely expected you to acknowledge them.

You recognized two of the four teens, Monica Jorgensen and Toni Huff. They were both in your first-period class. The third was a Black girl, and while you didn't know her name, you knew she was part of the band. The fourth looked a little like Molly Ringwald from The Breakfast Club.

The four teens just stood there mute until it collectively dawned on them you'd spoken to them. Amused, you watch them mill around until Monica decides she is going to be the brave one. "Uh-ummm, it's going pretty good, Mr. Clarkson."

Then Toni spoke up. "Yes, it's going really good, Mr. Clarkson." She then closed the open locker they were clustered around, saying. "We're just on our way to lunch."

Then she grabs the Black girl by the wrist, saying, "Let's go."

Fighting back laughter, you watch the quartet hurry off, beating feet for the lunchroom.

"You're flustering the students now," observed a voice.

Turning around, you saw Maddie walking towards you. "They started it," you jokingly reply.

Maddie raised an eyebrow as she glanced down at the bulge in your pants. "Something certainly got you started," she purred.

Glancing around, you don't see anyone else within earshot. Hooking your thumbs into your belt, you rumble. "If you must know, I was thinking about putting Tina on her knees and teaching her about what loose lips lead to."

Maddie's eyes flared, and her mouth split into a naughty grin. Clasping her hands behind her back, Maddie leaned close and whispered. "Really, I thought you still might be hard from having Lili try to breed her mother, you naughty boy."

Her grin widens as your eyes move down to her lips. "Or maybe you want me on my knees using my loose lips." She playfully purred.

"YO DAWG, YOU SEE WHAT THAT CRACKER DID," a young man yelled as 5 students came into the main hallway from the cafeteria.

Breaking apart, you start walking to the teachers' lounge, and Maddie falls in beside you.

The two of you walk a good 200 feet before Maddie grasps your forearm. Bringing you to a stop, she says, "So what do I need to do to get your dick in me, move in?"

The way she said it was like, What time do you think the movie is going to start? , left you stunned. Your mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came.

Maddie seized the initiative and used her free hand to grab your belt buckle. Without missing a beat, she leaned into whispering. "Much more of this you're going to give me a complex. You don't want that. Now I know you're a little slow. But. Do I. Need to. Move in. To get this cock in my pussy."

Your mind was still rebooting when she sealed her lips to yours, aggressively kissing you. You groaned as her tongue slid against yours. Your hands, with a mind of their own, settled upon her hips as you clasped her to you.

The kiss could have lasted two minutes or two months. Lost in as you were.

Maggie was whimpering in your mouth, and the need to feel her skin was becoming overwhelming.

Then, you hear a door open. Then a loud gasp followed by a surprised. "Oh my!"

Breaking apart, you both turned to see a very surprised Mindy Padlowski who had just come out of the teachers' lounge.

"Sorry, we were just having a discussion," you blurt out without thinking.

Mindy looks at you for a second before she flashes you a wry smile. "Listen, take it from someone who knows. Rent a room before things get out of control."

She gives you a last amused look before passing by the pair of you.

Maddie, who said nothing during the brief encounter, laughs before echoing. "We were having a discussion..."

You shrug. "Well, we were."

Turning back to you, she pokes you in the chest. "Listen here, Buster, at La Cocina I told you that my patience wasn't endless. " You open your mouth only to have her shush you.

"I'm not finished yet," she purrs. "After cumming on a cucumber last night, that patience is gone. So do I have to move in or what?"

You weren't opposed to it. If fact, adding Maddie to the mix would be infuriating and intoxicating in equal measure. "Maddie, what about your mother? She's already threatened to castrate me."

Maddie looked you in the eyes and laughed, a full-throated belly laugh at that.

Maddie leaned in and whispered before kissing you. "Don't worry about my mom. Underneath that crusty exterior of hers. She's. Just. Like. Me."

This time neither of you got lost in the kiss, and when she finally broke it, she fiercely growled. "My mom got pregnant with me and my sister the week she met my father."

Maddie then pushed off of you, took three steps, and spun around again. "I'm moving in... make it happen."

Then, as if she were Caesar himself, she walked off as if she had just conquered the Gauls.

Taking the last 5 steps to the teachers' lounge. You were opening the door when the beast growled. "Well, I guess she's moving in."