Mike Sims hated having to stay late when he was substitute teaching after school. He just wanted to get home to his fiancé, to the love of his life. Mike sighed audibly as he plodded toward his designated classroom. Today he was substituting at Sacred Heart High School, a girls-only institution, and he had to sit in and teach an after school class to a group of girls who had missed school for one reason or another—ditching, illness, etc. Mike wondered how long it would take for him to show the video he had been given. The girls' regular teacher, Mrs. Sanders, had told him to simply play the video. The students would take a quiz on the material on a different day. At least this won't be difficult, he thought.
Mike entered the room and saw about 20 girls sitting around, chewing gum, chatting with each other, and looking down at their phones. He set his bag down at the teacher's desk and addressed the girls, "Good afternoon, class. My name is Mr. Sims, and I'm going to be sitting in for Mrs. Sanders today. Please everyone, take your seats."
The girls ignored him, and continued their chatter as if he didn't exist. There seemed to be quite a few troublemakers in this class. Was this after-school detention or something? Mike was frustrated. Scanning the room, Mike noticed a group of five ladies hanging out and talking by the window, and another group gathered around a desk in the far corner of the classroom. Mike didn't wander from his desk to break up the groups. Instead, he said, more loudly, "Ladies, please sit down!"
"Okay," a blonde girl in the group by the window said, "relax, man. What did you say your name was?"
"Mr. Sims. I'm standing in for Mrs. Sanders. Please, everyone, sit down so that I can take attendance." Mike was trying to be confident, but he was intimidated by the younger girls in the class. Every one of them looked athletic and lithe. The whole lot of them were healthy and attractive. But it wasn't remotely appropriate for Mike to think about that. He was a teacher, after all, and he was happily engaged.
Mike could tell that there were groups of friends among the girls in the class. The five girls by the window—of which the blonde had been one—were clearly part of a clique. The group of girls around the desk in the back seemed to comprise another set of friends, six of them in total. The groups sat together.
Trying to focus, Mike moved forward calling attendance. "Jessica Astor?"
The blonde girl from before responded, "Yeah, I go by 'Jess.'" Like the rest, she was a very pretty girl, with long legs and great body. She seemed to be the leader of her group of girls, though Mike couldn't be certain. Jess stared at Mike and licked her lips at him. In that moment, Mike was suddenly self-conscious as he stood at the front of the class. He was keenly aware of the sexual attention he was receiving from the students. Sacred Heart was an all-girls institution, taught almost exclusively by women. And here he was, standing in front of a group of young, hormone-loaded girls who were not accustomed to having a young male teacher before them.
He ditched that uncomfortable thought and charged forward with attendance. "Kristen Beckham?" Another girl, this one a petite brunette, from Jess's posse put her hand up. "That's me," she said. The remaining three girls in Jess's group were Allison, Chloe, and Emma, each as gorgeous as the first two.
Mike finished with the attendance list, and asked, "Did I miss anyone?" Chloe, one of the girls in Jess's clique, put her hand up. Mike tried to cut her off, "It's Chloe, right? I think I called your name already."
Chloe, a tall, athletic girl with black hair, ignored him. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Emma, a skinny black girl sitting directly next to Chloe, spoke out before Mike could even think of the correct way to respond. "Who cares?" Emma said. "She ain't here right now. I just want to know if he's a good fuck." The rest of the class laughed, and a couple of the girls whistled.
"That's enough," Mike said. "You're both way out of line. If the principal were still here, you'd both be going directly to her office. You're lucky that this is an after-school makeup class, and that the school is pretty much vacant. Now please pay attention to the video." Desperate to prevent any further questions along those lines, Mike inserted the disc in as quickly as he could, flipped off the lights, and the film was projected onto the screen at the front of the classroom. He sat down at his desk as the video played behind him.
To Mike's dismay, the video was about human sexuality. Was this after-school makeup class covering a sexual education course? Had he missed that? He couldn't imagine a worse topic to present to this particular group of horny teenage girls.
On the screen, a voice began describing the male reproductive system. In an extremely clinical way, the narrator discussed the physical characteristics and biological function of the testicles and scrotum. As the class watched the video, a drawing of a male penis appeared, and then as the narrator described and explained the term "erection," the picture changed to illustrate a hardened penis. The girls delighted in this, calling out and joking at the erect cock on the screen.
"Quiet!" Mike chided. The joking ceased. And just as the noise in the room changed from raucous to silent, the image on the screen changed to show the real thing. There, in front of the twenty horny teenage girls, was an actual penis. To Mike's horror, the narrator continued to talk about male sexual response, explaining that arousal caused blood to flow into the penis, hardening the organ in preparation to penetrate a vagina. As the class stared, enraptured, a hand came onto the screen and began to touch the penis. Mike flushed in horror at the near-pornographic video in front of him. "How many of these girls have even seen a real penis before?" he wondered. The narrator went on about male arousal and sexual pleasure as the actual penis, being thoroughly stimulated by hand, grew erect in front of the girls. This drew a great deal of snickering from the gallery, and Mike fidgeted nervously.
On the screen, the hand began to pump the enlarged, erect penis faster and faster as the narrator described orgasm and ejaculation. Just as the narrator explained how ejaculation coincided with orgasm and was integral to insemination, the penis began to throb. The class yelled and laughed with excitement as the on-screen penis orgasmed, and semen shot from its tip.
Mike could tolerate no more and quickly ejected the disc, turning the screen and the classroom dark. The girls in the class booed at him. Standing up uncomfortably, Mike said, "That's more than enough for today, I think," and he turned the lights back on.
