The bell for sixth period rang and Mr. Garcia jumped. Usually this bell was a highlight of his day. One more period before Monday was over. But in all actuality, it was a sound he had been dreading on this particular Monday...three days after the basketball game.
He suppressed a groan as the memory of their stolen moment made his cock twitch involuntarily. He dared not even sit at his desk today, in fear that it might still carry the scent of her sweet pussy. Students started filing into the room.
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"Mia, what the fuck?" JoAnne's voices broke her from her memory.
"What? Sorry JoAnne, I was just zoning out," Mia shrugged.
"Uh...I was just wondering if you were planning on picking up the pace anytime soon. At this speed we'll get to sixth period by graduation. What's up? Justin on your mind?" She asked her last question with a nudge and a wink, and Mia laughed half-heartedly.
"Nah, just tired," Mia replied as she tried to walk a little faster to the one place she dreaded going.
"Oh? I figured you'd feel super restful since you spent the whole weekend in your room!"
Mia cringed. It was true. She had neglected every single one of JoAnne's texts after the basketball game. But what else could she do? Her legs ached, her mind spun, her heart pounded, and her breath ceased every time she thought of him lifting her onto his desk, filling her with his cock, making her cry out in pleasure, then cry later in confusion. For the last two days she had laid on her bed and replayed the experience as she stared at the ceiling and touched herself.
"See you after class," JoAnne said cheerfully, and Mia realized it was time to walk in to Civics.
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"...so please do not ask for an extension on this one as you have definitely received ample time to revise your papers based on this feedba-Oh, Mia." His voice broke and he cleared his throat. "As I was just saying, there is no excuse for being late."
Her breath caught as he peered into her eyes. She looked away and took a seat quietly, sinking into the chair as she exhaled. When she looked up again, Mr. Garcia was walking between the rows of desks passing back the graded work. When he got to her, he slid the paper face down toward her and she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.
Mr. Garcia had begun his lecture and was now standing on the other side of the room as he introduced the class to the origination of the two-party system. Her brow furrowed as she considered the two parties he faced on Friday-his wife and his student. And she had won...hadn't she?
Mia turned over the paper still laying facedown on her desk and found a note scribbled on it: "Please see me after class to discuss much needed revisions."
She glanced up at him then and swore she saw him turn away. But she could have been dreaming. The last 72 hours had all felt like a dream. Without thinking, she crumpled the paper between her fingers and sighed.
