"Watch it, nerd!!" Ronnie Tillerson, the head of the football team grunted, pushing me to the floor on Monday. It was also my 18th birthday.
Some hell of a birthday it had been. It had been two months since my dad had walked into the kitchen one morning and announced his mistress was pregnant and he was leaving us.
Now, Mom and I were both working to pick up the bills, which Dad flat out refused to help with. We had to downsize, moving to a middle-class neighborhood. I was surprised how positive she had been throughout the divorce. I was eager to help her... but I couldn't stop thinking how life could have been different.
Like it had been before.
And that's what I thinking about as I stood in the middle of the hallway, accidentally blocking the prideful strutting of 'his Lord and Majesty', Ronald Tillerson. And now we return to the beginning of this story.
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The crack of my head on the hard floor couldn't have been heard by anyone else, but in my head it sounded like an explosion.
Getting bullied was one thing. The laughter was another. The snickers and picking on the little guy.
"Dude are you okay?" My buddy Rob asked as he ran up. My friend Chandra was along with him, nervously hugging her books to her chest, the large-rimmed glasses barely held on her nose.
They helped brush me off, a lump already forming under my blonde hair. I just hoped my mother wouldn't notice, as she was already worried about me ever since my dad had split almost a year ago.
"You're sure you don't want to go to the nurse?" Chandra asked as we pushed our way through the glaring crowd. I nodded, clenching my fists but controlling my anger.
After school, I decided to go for a walk in a nearby park to clear my head. It was popular with runners, bikers, dog walkers, etc. Right now, it wasn't as active due to it getting dark.
As I rounded a corner into an open area, a group of people were in the grass a small distance from the path. I decided to slow to a walk and saw the group had just finished doing yoga in the park.
The teacher rose up and dismissed the group. As I observed the people rolling up their mats on very well endowed, woman caught my eye.
I took inventory of her. Beautiful G-cup breasts in a peach colored tank top (a white jog bra held them snuggly in place but did allow her nipples to appear). She bent over to pick up her mat and those tight yoga pants were black and showed off her lovely ass.
She then turned around and my jaw dropped.
Dorothy Baxter, our principal was the subject of my observation. Upon seeing me, she waved and walked over. My cock was already hard from seeing her and I wanted to get out before the situation got embarrassing but it was too late to leave.
"Thomas, how lovely to see you." she said with her usual smile, "It's a lovely day for a stroll in the park."
"Yes it is," I replied.
"So, how are you doing?" she asked in her ever-pleasant way, "I heard about the scene in the hallway today."
"It's nothing," I replied with a shrug, "I've been bullied so much, I have a callous toward it really."
She nodded slowly, as if trying to examine my feelings.
"Oh my," she said as she checked her watch, "Rick will be home any minute and I still have to prepare dinner."
"Thomas," she said after I helped her gather her things, "would you mind escorting me home? I'd just safer walking home with someone as it gets dark."
"I'd love to," I replied and we set off. I couldn't help but sneak as many glances as I could at her ass, the yoga pants so tight it seemed they were practically painted on.
When we arrived, I helped her carry in her things.
"Go ahead and sit down Thomas," she said, "I'm need to change."
"Ok Ms. Baxter."
"Oh please Thomas, you're already 18. Feel free to call me Dorothy."
"Ok Ms. B-," I caught myself, "I mean Dorothy."
She gave me a warm smile and headed upstairs. As I imagined her naked, my cock filled even more and I just struggled to get it go flaccid as she was upstairs. Finally, she returned and my jaw dropped for the 2nd time in under an hour.
She wore a silver robe with a matching bra. In her hands were two glasses of iced lemonade.
"I want to thank for walking me home Thomas. Not enough men care anymore about a woman traveling alone."
I smiled and accepted the glass as she sat down. She took a long sip, the golden droplets landing on her boobs and even in her deep cleavage, accentuated even more with her bra.
As we talked more, her phone rang.
"Hello?" she asked pleasantly, "Oh hi Rick! When are you...?"
The smile disappeared from her face and she set down her glass.
"No Rick," she said with a shaky voice, "that's fine. I'll um... be fine here by myself."
She disconnected the call and appeared ready to cry.
"Are you alright?" I asked and she slowly nodded, wiping her eyes.
She lifted her head however and I can see red eyes and running mascara. I hate to see a woman in emotional distress. So, I closer to her and place a comforting hand on her shoulder.
