It had been a week since Mr. Meyer and I had our tryst. School seemed to drag on endlessly. Susan and I were almost friends and stopped to say hello to one another in the hallways between classes. She even sat with my friends and I at lunch on Thursday. Mr. Meyer was the same old Mr. Meyer that I'd known for the last two semesters. He didn't pay me any more attention to me than any other student. It made me wonder if anything had really happened, or if it had all been a dream. I remembered waking up with his shirt on, and I knew it had to have been real, unless I'd developed some sort of sleepwalking habit out of the blue.
Susan had been acting really flirtatious, when we were alone that is. She'd playfully slap my butt or press herself tightly against me when she'd hug me. It really turned me on to feel her smooth abdomen and large soft breasts pressed against my body. I always had to hold back, I wanted to grab her and fuck her until she'd beg me to stop.
My Susan fantasies weren't able to materialize all week, and neither were my fantasies about Mr. Meyer. I was getting really agitated, I needed some sort of release, one that couldn't be gotten from masturbation. That didn't stop me from masturbating though, I frigged myself crazy in the school restroom at lunch and sometimes between classes. It turned me on to think that the next girl that came in the toilet would smell my pussy and maybe get turned on herself. I wondered how many girls did that.
I slid my finger into the soft folds of my cunt and felt the slippery substance that smelled so strong envelope my fingers. I touched the hot little button of my clit and gasped as a shockwave of pleasure raced through my abdomen. I was thinking about Susan, her tits hanging above me, and I was sucking on each of her nipples as they swayed back and forth. I wondered what was making them swing so violently and I pulled away, only to notice that Mr. Meyer was standing behind Susan and fucking her as I was sucking on her tits. A jolt of pleasure bordering on pain due to the sensitivity made me cry out involuntarily and my body shook with the power of my orgasm. I panted as a slight drop of sweat rolled onto my lip and I licked it away. I wondered why I was having such perverted thoughts.
I lowered my legs and pulled my white panties back up over my hips, feeling the dampness between my thighs absorbed by the cool cotton. I lowered my skirt and straightened my shirt and flushed the toilet behind me. I walked out of the stall and began to wash my hands, when I heard a sound. I listened hard and turned off the sink, and heard that unmistakable mewing sound of a girl pleasuring herself. I listened, enraptured, and made footsteps like I was leaving so maybe she'd be louder, whoever she was. Either way I intended to find out who it was. This was so amazingly hot! I thought I was a weirdo for doing this and now someone else was doing it too.
As I listened and prayed that no one would walk in, I heard a different sound, one that didn't fit the picture. It was a sort of grunting sound, and with a shock I realized that it couldn't just be one girl...there had to be a guy in there too. Two kids were fucking in the stall, the one next to the one I had just been in, rubbing my clit. I tiptoed out and waited a few feet away from the door. The bell rang. I couldn't just go to class, I had to see who they were! The minutes ticked by and the hallway cleared. The second bell rang. At last I saw a girl leave the bathroom, a girl I didn't know. She was short, a freshman probably with short black hair and dark eyes. She was wearing low cut jeans and a v-neck shirt without a bra. A few minutes later, Danny DeSilvo walked out. I covered my mouth so I wouldn't laugh. He was a senior, on the football team, without a brain in his head. I couldn't believe that he'd risk so much to bang some freshman. It wasn't that I thought she wasn't cute, I mean, I'd make out with her, but he could do so much better.
I then happened to glance at my watch. Fifteen minutes late! I hurried to Mrs. Caldwell's classroom and nearly fainted dead away when I saw Mr. Meyer standing at the blackboard, a scowl on his face. What was he doing in there? Where was Mrs. Caldwell? He looked at me with disapproval written all over his face. I shrunk into a seat at the back of the classroom and tried to hide behind Meg, a girl twice the size of me. I found out that he was substituting for Mrs. Caldwell who'd gotten called away for a family emergency. Damn it.
The bell rang before I realized it and I heard a man clear his throat. I looked up and saw Mr. Meyer staring back at me.
"Stay after class Denise, I need to talk to you."
"Sure, Mr. Meyer."
I sat in my chair and waited anxiously until the room cleared. Mr. Meyer shut the classroom door and locked it. I felt trapped. I was scared and excited and I had no idea what would happen.
"You disobedient slut. You waltz in here 15 minutes late? Where the hell were you?"
"I was in the restroom, having girl, um problems."
"Is that so? You wouldn't mind proving that, would you?"
"Whaaat?!" I shrieked.
"Now, now Denise. Haven't we gone over this already? You'll do what you're told to do. Now prove to me that you were having girl problems, show me your pussy. If you really are on your period I'll let it go, but if I found out that you lied to me just now, there'll be hell to pay."
"I will not! I don't know who the hell you think you are but this is harassment! I can go to the principal and have you fired right now!"
"Oh yeah?" he said threateningly. He pulled me out of my seat and pushed me to the floor. I gasped as I felt the cold tile hit my warm skin. He held my wrists and I felt a hard bulge probing my pussy through my panties. I struggled against him and he gripped my wrists tighter. He pressed his lips against mine brutally and then maneuvered himself so that both of my wrists were pinned by one of his hands. His other hand grabbed the material covering my crotch and I felt a finger shoved inside my pussy. He pulled it out and looked at it, dripping wet with my juices. He smelled it and then licked it.
"Doesn't look like your having woman problems to me. Looks like you're excited as hell. You like this Denise, I know you do. Your body will betray your mouth every time. Why do you lie to me? This makes me turn into someone unpleasant. I'm doing all of this for you. I'm not doing anything you don't want. Remember that."
He released my wrists and rested above me, his eyes boring into mine. My body was screaming for him, wanting to possess him and get fucked by him and I was trying so hard to not let him know.
He lifted my shirt and unhooked the front of my bra. My breasts were bared for him and he leaned down, taking each nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it and bringing it to attention before moving to the other. I lifted my hips and pressed my crotch to his and he groaned. It felt so good, to feel as though I had a little bit of control. I gyrated my hips, mashing my cunt to his crotch and then with force he pushed my hips away. I was so angry, so unfulfilled and tears filled my eyes. I was hurt by his rejection.
"Not here Denise. This is neither the time nor place. Trust me, if you're a good girl you will get all that's coming to you, and then some. Come home with me after school and hang out with Susan, spend the night."
I thought about Susan and desperately wanted to say yes, but the thought of putting myself at the mercy of this man frightened me. How could I be so turned on by someone who could act like this? As though he could take anything he wanted from me and he was in complete control?
"Yes sir." I replied. Damn it! I thought. What the hell is wrong with me?
"That's right Denise, tonight will be something entirely new, you're going to learn to be a good girl for me. Before you leave...spread your legs for me."
I spread my legs and with a jerk felt the smooth tip of his cock head against the entrance to my pussy. How had he...where did it come from, I wondered...and then, I was melting. I wanted more than anything in the world that cock pressed against my cervix, rammed to the hilt in my pussy, pressing against my womb. He teased me with his cock head, rubbing it against my engorged clitoris. I moaned and jerked uncontrollably on the floor and he sat back then, a grin on his face.
"Now look what you made me do Denise. What a naughty girl. Made me almost fuck you right here in the classroom. Now my cock has your girl smell all over the tip. I can't go around smelling your pussy Denise, even if I wanted to. You'd better come over here and clean it off."
I sat up and made to wipe the head of his dick with my shirt.
