Take a ride

You're in no state to go the dining hall for a meal. Walking into a room full of hormonal schoolgirls would be the worst possible thing for you, and you'd be lucky to stop yourself from ravishing the first woman you saw.

You think about calling Monica and fucking her on your desk, slaking your lust on her body. You pick up your phone but then think better of it, not wanting to appear desperate. You grumble, frustrated, trying to come up with a solution.

Your bike. You could take it out for a blast on the road. You can't go for long, but even a short hard ride would get some of the tension out of you. Decision made you stride out of your office and out of the building.

There's some commotion going on in the parking lot and you remember that some of the students were washing teachers cars as 'practise' for their charity car wash on the weekend. Why anyone needs to practise washing a car is beyond you, but you catch a glimpse of teen flesh barely contained in scanty bikinis and decide you don't need to go anywhere near that in your condition. You turn your steps towards the underground garage and your treasured bike, already looking forward to the feel of wind against your face and the rumble of the engine.