Laura Smithson had been a teacher at Parkwood High since she was fresh out of teacher's college at 26. Four years later she had blossomed into a well respected member of the faulty known for her dedication to Parkwood's sports culture as much as to the curriculum she taught.
As one of the few teachers at Parkwood High under the age of 35 she was also considered the 'hot teacher' by more than a few of her male students, who always tried to peak up her skirt whenever she dropped a book in the hallway, or down her cleavage, whenever the top buttons of her white blouse accidentally popped undone.
She laughed silently to herself whenever she caught one of them drooling over her.
Sadly for them, it would never happen. The fact was that her husband, Mike gave her more than enough sexual attention at home and most of them were obviously kids anyway, more curious than anything.
One day in early July, Laura was busy marking geography papers after class. She usually brought her work home to mark, but today she'd figured she'd just do it in her small office and save herself the task of lugging the stacks of papers home.
It was about four thirty when she finished. She was only half-way through the pile, but she decided she might as well finish the rest in the morning. She grabbed her coat and bag and walked out of her office, down the wide hallway towards the teacher's parking lot in the back of the building.
Halfway to the exit, she noticed Mark Prendt, a very popular kid in school and the captain of the Senior boys basketball team standing in the hallway with a big grin on his face.
"Um, Mrs. Smithson?" Mark asked politely, though she could see he was talking to her chest.
"I'm up here, Mark." She said sternly, pointing to her face.
"Sorry," he blushed.
"What's going on?" Laura asked. "Isn't basketball practice over? What are you still doing here? The school's closing soon. You better get going before the janitor locks you in all night."
Mark gave the pretty brunette a sly smile that told her he was up to something. "Actually Mrs. Smithson, we were just about to go, but the team wanted to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"Actually," He said, pointing down an adjacent hallway, "I was wondering if we could talk in the guy's change room."
Laura frowned. "I think anything you have to ask, you can ask out here."
"Please.." He said, already walking in the direction of the locker room. Laura followed him but continued to protest. "I can't go in there!" Laura scoffed, "Are you kidding me?"
They turned the corner and Mark pushed the locker room door open. "Come on Mrs. Smithson! Nobody's going to say anything."
"Where's Coach Garvey? Why can't you ask him?"|
"He had to leave early so he left me in charge. He just told me to tell the janitor when we go so he can let us out."
"And where's the janitor now?"
"Mike said he went out for supplies."
More likely went out back and got stoned. Laura figured silently.
Laura sighed. "Look, I can't go in there."
"Please!" He said, "It's important! It's for the team!"
Laura thought about it for a moment. Maybe this was just a harmless prank after all. Wasn't she supposed to be the young, fun teacher? Against her better judgment, she followed him through the swinging door. "OK, but this better be good."
Laura entered the boy's locker room behind Mark and was surprised to see the entire senior boy's basketball team, about fifteen members in all, standing shoulder to shoulder in a line all completely naked. It did not escape Laura's attention that the boys were mostly hard.
Being Seniors, she knew the guys were all over 18, in fact, some of them were 19, but despite this, Laura still felt uncomfortable as she had known a few of them for several years.
"What's going on here?" Laura demanded as Mark locked the door behind her.
"We're having a penis contest," Mark said, "And we want to know who on the team has the biggest."
Laura was flabbergasted. "I really think this is something you all could have figured out on your own!"
The smell of cock and sweat infused the room with a musky scent. The boys were all looking forward, as if instructed not to move.
"But we needed a woman's opinion!" Mark protested. "Please!"