He perked up and leaned back on a desk. His now rock-hard cock pointing straight at me. Did it get even bigger?
I gulped.
"Jesus that's big," I blurted out.
I was standing but the head of the cock was already square between my breasts.
"Come on Ms. Siu," Tim moaned in mock agony. "It hurts, it hurts!"
Well, no turning back now.
Two days earlier
Elizabeth stretched up on her tiptoes to finish labeling her diagram of the endocrine system on the whiteboard. P-I-N-E-A-L. Pineal gland. She turned back to face her students. Twenty-six faces looked back at her with anticipation and she felt her heart flutter. Demure and quiet, she never would have thought life would bring her here. She felt lucky to have landed a full-time position right out of school, but she still felt nervous every time she stood in front of the classroom. This school was one of the rougher ones in the city, making managing the students a struggle at times, but she felt fortunate to be able to help these kids who needed it the most. Well, young adults more like. Her grade 12 biology class were all 18 already, ready to venture out into the adult world as she did just 6 years ago.
"Ms.Siu?" one of her students interrupted her thoughts. "I think you spelled penis wrong?"
This brought out a chorus of laughter from the boys in the back. I scowled.
"No, Timothy. The word is pineal," I said in a disapproving voice. "The pineal gland makes melatonin which helps regulate sleep, and I would sleep much better if you stopped interrupting!"
The boys quieted down but I could see Tim still had a smirk on his face.
"Sorry, Ms. Siu," his deep voice rang out quiet but clear.
God, I hate him. He's like every single cocky jock that I hated when I was in school. Every single one of them thought they were god's gift to earth, that they were so talented and cool, but guess what? All of them ended up working dead-end jobs or became skeevy used car salesmen when they couldn't keep up and inevitably dropped out of college. He even wears his jersey around, the white color contrasted heavily with his dark skin and the liberal applications of Axe failed to quench the smell of morning practice. I seriously don't understand how all the girls fall heads over heels for him. I turned around and wrote furiously on the board.
"Can anybody tell me what the thyroid gland does?"
The rest of the class went smoothly without any more interruptions from Tim or his goons. Though, this is likely on account of half the class falling asleep. There is only so much you can do to make human anatomy interesting. They will feel differently for the next class on the reproductive system though. My heart dropped at the thought of teaching it. The harsh ring of the bell cut my thoughts short.
"Okay everyone, don't forget your homework! Page 116, questions 1 through 12!" I yelled over the bell.
The students mumbled back a response as they filed out, little enthusiasm left after a full day of classes. Tim and his posse filed out like a pack of wolves. Some of them, Tim included, gave me an obvious head to toe scan as they passed me cleaning the board. Some even pretended to try to sneak a look under my skirt. I just gave an eye roll in response.
"Boys," I muttered.
I stuffed my materials into my bag and paused to check my makeup. My big glasses helped accent my eyes. I've toned down on the eyeliner since my university days, as I became more confident in my natural appearance, but a little never hurt. My skin was darker than normal for somebody of Chinese descent, more of a milk tea color, and luckily didn't need any foundation to look smooth. I was proud of my looks and, as much as I hate to admit it, it gave me a boost of confidence knowing my students found me hot. Though, basically any young teacher is hot to those horndogs.
"Bigger boobs would be nice", I said under my breath as I squeezed them together to form some semblance of cleavage in my blouse.
I wrapped my long hair into a bun as I took one final look at myself in the mirror. I made my way out of my classroom, navigating through the sea of students, to reach classroom 117. I walked through the open door and saw our handsome student counselor named Mr. Siu. Or as I liked to call him, babe.
"Hey," I said cheeringly as I gave him a quick peck on the lips. I put my hands on my hips, ""I see you have everything set up already!"
"Doesn't take long," he rolled his eyes. "Do you have the forms?"
"Oh!" I started ruffling through my bag.
George and I run our high school's peer support club, I reminded myself with glee.
We had actually met in university doing the exact same thing. It was during my undergraduate degree that I fell in love with helping others through their troubles. After attending some support sessions that helped me through some hard times, I thought it would only be appropriate to pay it forward. George was the president of the club at the time. He was a senior, about to graduate with a degree in counseling and social work. I quickly fell in love with how well he handled the emotions of others, his deep sense of empathy, and his pure altruism. We spent a lot of time volunteering together that year. Even though he was great at understanding other people's emotions, he seemed to lack an understanding of romance. It took him forever to notice my advances. I actually had to be the one to ask him out for coffee and explicitly tell him my feelings. Luckily, he reciprocated with a kiss.
I blushed at the memory.
He graduated shortly afterwards and found a placement at this school as a student counselor. It was actually based on his recommendation that I was hired. Now we can do what we love together for work, what a dream!
A tall student walking in interrupted my day-dreaming.
"Mrs. Siu?" asked the girl. "Can I talk to you about something?"
"Of course!" I jumped out of my seat. "Come this way."
We walked into one of the private session rooms and sat down on the two small couches facing each other. They were like small offices, but comfier. I could see George talking with another student outside of the small window in the door.
I turned to face her. I recognized the short red hair...Emily! She was in Ms. Smith's chemistry 12 class.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Well...," Emily's eyes darted around. "This is kinda awkward..."
"Well, don't force yourself." I gave a reassuring smile. Leaning forward I continued, "This is a safe place to share your thoughts. Nobody will know about what we talked about in here."
"Well, okay." Emily's eyes stared back at mine like a deer in headlights. "So, the guy I'm with. Was with. Am with? Well, Ms. Siu? Have you ever...uh, been with a guy that was, too big?
I was confused.
"You mean, like, too tall? Or too...wide?" I replied.
"No, no, no," she vigorously shook her head. She looked at me with wide eyes. She raised her hands, one making an ok symbol and the other a fist. She started smacking the circle of the ok hand with the fist.
"Oh. OH!" I blurted out in shock. I felt blood rushing to my face. "Well, personally, I have not."
George is the only person I've been with and we
definitely
did not have that problem.
"Has it been affecting your relationship?" I continued.
"Yes. He wants to, well, do it. Of course. But, we can't! It doesn't, like, fit! He wants to break up with me...," she started sobbing into her hands.
I moved beside her and wrapped my arm around her.
"It's okay, Emily." I started. "Relationships are based on consent and compromise. If he isn't willing to work with you on this, maybe he isn't worth all this heart-break."
"But, but," she blubbered. "He's so cool, and hot! I won't ever get somebody as good ever again!"
"Emily. You're a young, intelligent, attractive woman!" I said encouragingly. "You have your whole life in front of you! I didn't even meet the love of my life until I was well into university."
"You mean with Mr.Siu?" she said with a disbelieving look.
"Yes, Mr.Siu," I said with a big smile. She reciprocated with a small grin.
"Well, okay. Thanks Mrs. Siu! This was a big help!" she jumped up and swung the door open.
"Anytime, Emily!" I called out to her as she rushed out of the classroom.
After club hours ended, George and I left and made our way home. As he drove, George and I shared with each other the sessions we had today. I know we say nobody else will find out, but what we really mean is nobody outside of the two of us will find out.
