Back to class

Despite the fact that my cock was once again rock hard, Mrs Beavers ordered me to get dressed and head back to class. Walking down the hallway with the front of my jeans tented wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do, but I tried my best to cover my erection with a notebook.

I now had a standing weekly "counseling session" with the guidance counselor, which really meant I was probably going to be sniffing a lot more of her panties. Mrs Beaver was using me for her own sexual gratification, and I was okay with that.

Unfortunately that kind of thinking wasn't helping with my hard on problem. Did I need to stop and take care of that? Go on to class? Or perhaps I get interrupted on the way to class.