Geeks are Freaks

(Note: although originally categorized as Erotic Coup. so much fantasy and sci-fi has my hand. The choices made will make almost anything possible; have fun and remember "Fortune Favors the Bold")

The rain furiously pounded against the window on a cold November afternoon. It is one of those depressingly dull grey wet days that makes one wish to be anywhere other than where they are. The fact that our protagonist, John, and the rest of his class were the first of an experimental Grade 13, so he had to sit through an extra and completely unnecessary year of high school was not helping. The city of Twobooks was thrilled to be part of this experiment as it came with a very large grant. The library was now almost collegiate in caliber. The student-teacher ratio was now an average of 15:1. And as for the new laboratory, it would put those of far too many universities to shame. Yes, the school was impressive and cutting edge and all those things. It still did not make up for the fact that he was still in high school and nearly 19.

There he sat, John Doe, his eyes attached to the form of his young, fresh from college, 23 year old English teacher, and feeling a total nerd. He had finished the work that was intended to keep the class busy for the whole period and more than likely a bit of homework as well, in less than twenty minutes. Now had he nothing to do but stare at sensual Ms. Furr. She was not one to tempt the young flesh before her by action, it was that natural sexuality. Really, one with her body, her natural carnal nature never should have become a teacher, but she loved every aspect of it, from teaching to the works of the wordsmiths, Lana Furr loved her job. She was a 5'8" brunette literature teacher whose full, very full, breasts had taunted him every afternoon since school began three months ago. 'You've got the yearns for the lit teacher, John,' he thought to himself. 'How lame is that? I am such a dork. Here I am 18 and really more like 19 since next Friday is my birthday, and I've got some pathetic school boy crush.’ The fact that he was the indoorsy books and video games sort of teenager and a loner, had never helped his self-image either.

Ms. Furr leaned over the desk to write on some reports, exposing her generous cleavage. He feigned work, but he had finished it all so long ago, and he found his eyes drifting back toward the perfect white mound pressed against her desk. It was not long, not long at all, before his 'little John' rose to attention, and then it was that the worse possible thing that could happen, happened -- fucking Murphy’s Law. The bell, releasing all the students from school into the cold November afternoon, rang.