School

Logan was a man of routine, and it was unsurprising when he had found himself one, within a day.

He woke up at 6 the next day, beginning his day with an hour-long run around the town. The 'Grounds' as he'd learned the locals called it, was a really nice place. The air smelled like pinecones, the houses were well kept, the houses were pristine... it was overall just a really solid place to be living in.

He came back to an angry breakfast table- Brooklyn and Sarah had apparently been arguing about her wanting to go to a party on Friday- Logan didn't even bother trying to play mediator... he knew what Brooklyn thought of him, something that was confirmed when she haughtily ignored him after he offered her a ride.

School, as always started at 8 o'clock. He only had three classes today, which left one free period he was unsure about what to do in.

Marisol once again greeted him with frightening enthusiasm, wrapping him in a tight hug, squeezing her impressive breasts against his chest. He may have been imagining things but he could've sworn she was rubbing herself against him...

The students were fine too. Naturally you had the stereotypical high school cliques- every class had one group of athletes who couldn't care less, a quiet kid, so on and so forth but nothing Logan couldn't manage- though a major part of was due to Ryleigh, who was proving to be an excellent T.A. She was a powerful bridge across the potential disconnect teachers and students usually have, normally able to get the attention of the class- the girls because she truly could connect with them and the guys well... that was probably because she was hot.

It was something Logan couldn't deny. Despite her habit of wearing almost masculine suits, the fabric clung to her figure, accentuating the sway of her hips. Her makeup was also immaculate, highlighting her dusky red lips and smoky eyelashes. It didn't help how she'd frequently sidle up to him while he was on the laptop, bending low and pressing her lips to his ear, only to whisper something arbitrary about how Joshua Price and Kehlani Santana keep sexting each other from under the table and how he should probably do something about it.

In all honesty, Logan barely heard half of those suggestions, instead focusing on not trying to stare right down the tantalizing valley of her creamy breasts that peeked out temptingly from beneath her tux.

After three surprisingly lax periods, the bell for lunch rang and the class sprinted out, leaving Logan alone in the room with Ryleigh.

"So, Mr. Sawyer... what's your plan for next period?" Ryleigh asked offhandedly, rummaging through her purse.

"Err... what's next period?" Logan questioned uncertainly, rifling through the files on her taks.

"It's a free period, Mr. Sawyer. You're free to go home if you want." The assistant answered, playful exasperation leaking through her voice as she sauntered over to Logan, sliding onto his desk and crossing her toned legs.

"Oh- uh, right. Well... I really wasn't sure. Any suggestions?" Logan asked, determinedly keeping his eyes away from the cross of Ryleigh's legs... and what potentially thrummed behind them. Ryleigh smirked, raising and eyebrow as if she could read her mind.

"Well... what I always like to do in a new work environment is make some friends. From my knowledge, a fair few teachers will also be having free periods, and they often hang out in the staff lounge. I say go there and meet some people." Ryleigh pondered.

"S-sure." Logan answered as he got up, packing files into his bookbag. "What're you gonna do?" He asked.

"Me? Head home." Ryleigh answered as she slid off the desk and standing next to Logan, almost his height in her heels.

She sauntered off, Logan's eyes once again drawn to her swaying ass. Rolling his neck, Logan grabbed his bookbag and strode out, peeking around before he realized something.

He didn't know where the Faculty Lounge was.

He peeked around, hoping the janitor Henry Hopkins might be there to rescue him again... but alas there was no one.

"Logan? Are you okay? You were looking a little lost over there." A voice suddenly called out. He swung his head and sighed inwardly. Ms. DeBuchy was peeking her head outside her door, looking expectantly at him.

"Uh... yeah, actually. I am a bit lost. Would you happen to know where the Faculty Lounge is?" He asked. Marisol frowned before answering.

"Well... yes. Second floor, on the door at the very left end. If you'd rather however... you could come into my room?" She asked. Logan frowned at the request.

"Aren't you teaching a class right now?" He asked. Marisol frowned, before peering back in as if she forgot.

"Well, yes... my AP Bio class but I'm sure they wouldn't mind some... extra hands?" She purred, leaning against her door and positively eye-fucking him.