November 3

Monday morning, curiously, is a little easier than Sunday morning. For whatever reason, your morning wood is less bothersome this morning. And after a shower, breakfast, and some last minute homework, you're pretty much feeling ready to conquer the day.

Besides, you should be relatively safe at school. It's not like Roxy can do anything too inappropriate while in public. Although, you'd have thought the same about church.

At school, Roxy meets you on the sidewalk outside the front gate, balancing on the edge of the curb in her converse and plaid skirt. She looks almost innocent, almost normal, except for the way her eyes light up when she sees you.

“You look like you barely survived the weekend,” she says, falling in step beside you, shoulder bumping yours.

“That’s rich, coming from the girl who almost got me kicked out of church,” you grumble.

“I'm doing you a favor!” she says brightly. “I bet the cold showers are good for you. Strengthens the willpower.”

“Oh, I’m full of willpower,” you say, almost convincing yourself.

She stops at her locker, spinning the combination like it’s a magic trick, and for a moment you wonder if she’s going to pull something out—maybe another lollipop. Instead, she just gives you a quick, sidelong glance. “You know, you should be careful. You have class with Mrs. Honey today.”

You roll your eyes. Mrs. Honey is infamous for being the hottest teacher in the school. You've had the odd fantasy yourself of bending her over the teacher's table, ripping up that tight pencil skirt she wears and fucking her. But that's just a fantasy, albeit one you've cum to a few times before. When it comes to this challenge, you'll focus strictly on class.

The first two periods pass without incident, but in third period—History, with the notorious Mrs. Honey—you see it. Your phone, set to vibrate, lights up with a message.

It’s a text from Roxy. A link to a video.

You know you shouldn't open it. The URL is disguised but every fiber in your body knows it'll be something inappropriate. Something you shouldn't open in class. And, of course, this is the first class period you don't actually share with Roxy. She got you at your most ****, the most relaxed, when you weren't expecting an attack. As soon as Mrs. Honey turns to the blackboard to write out some dates, you open the video. Of course you do.

Your eyes immediately take in the PornHub logo. Shock registers first, shock that Roxy would actually send something like this to you. You've shared kinks and porn tastes before, but never got so dirty as to actually swap material. That always seemed a bridge too far. Now, all bets are off.

The next thing your mind focuses on is the woman in the video, who is a spitting image of Mrs. Honey, with jet black hair, a seriously-too-tight black pencil skirt, and thick-rimmed glasses. She's the spitting image of every fantasy you've ever had about her.

A text from Roxy follows, "is this what you picture when you're jerking it in the school bathroom?"

Another link sent. You open it. Because you have to.

You nearly slam your phone against the ground in shock. This time it's more than suggestive, it's literally a woman's full tithes. You immediately shield your screen beneath your desk, hoping no one saw that flash on your screen. You're trapped, for a while at least, at least as long as your cock is straining against your jeans.

Mrs. Honey continues her scrawling, going on about the War of 1812 in a lilting voice. God damn, her ass looks so good. You sneak another glance down to the GIF that Roxy sent you. God damn, her tits look so good.

"I was right, wasn't I," Roxy continues over text. "You're hot for teacher."

As subtly as possible, you type out a response. "I cannot BELIEVE you stooped to sending me straight up porn. That's cheating."

A long pause. You can't deny that you want Roxy to send you more porn. You want her to make you cum. You want to break.

"I think you're only saying that because it's working," Roxy finally responds. "I bet if Mrs. Honey knew you had such a big crush on her, she'd turn you into her little boy slut."

You're at a loss for words. You can't straight up deny what Roxy is saying, at the same time, something about all of this feels wrong.

"Is this what you wish she'd do to you?"

"Matthew, are you paying attention?" Mrs. Honey's voice sounds from the front of the classroom, snapping you back to reality.

"Er, yes!" You say entirely unconvincingly.

"Good. This will be on the test Friday."

You somehow manage to squeeze your thighs together to quell your erection, AND manage the self-discipline of avoiding your phone for the rest of the class period. At the end of class, only one more unread text remains on your phone from Roxy.

"It would just take a few minutes to sneak into the school bathroom and relieve yourself..."

You swallow. The bathroom is only a few feet away in the hall. You could do it. No one would have to know...

It takes all of your will power to head to your next class instead.