Summer School sucks! It's only three weeks, and I'm nearly at the end of the first one, but it feels like I've been going forever! There's only twelve people in History and ten in Biology, and counting me, two humans in each class. History starts at eight, runs until ten, then we get a thirty-minute break and Biology goes until twelve-thirty. In case you're wondering, I'm not very popular with my classmates. Most of them know of someone my Dad ruined. Add in the supremacist stuff and...
Now, the teachers? They love me. I'm attentive, well behaved, complete assignments quickly, and they're screwing me after school every day. (Don't give me that look. You knew that's where this story was headed, otherwise why would I be telling it? And it's not like I want to do it, or enjoy being shared by two hot, strong, well endowed Beasts who leave me quivering, brain fried, cum covered and completely satisfied every single day. Except Thursday! I see my therapist on Thursdays.) I didn't even make it to the end of my first day before I found myself getting guilted into it!
Oh, and I found out something horrible about my name this week! Mr. Williams, a grey and brown Jackalope was taking roll in History Monday, and called me by my full name, Zophelia. Everybody cracked up, even him, while I sat there confused. I explained it was a combination of my grandmothers' names, Zoey and Ophelia. One of my classmates, a Ratgirl who's so pregnant she looks ready to explode, gleefully explained it's also a word for people who have sex with animals, and/or Zoes. Can you believe that?!? I turned about seven shades of red while everyone had fun at my expense. It was several minutes before Mr. Williams was able to get everyone calmed down enough to start class. (And it spread through school quicker than a cheetah on roller skates. I can't walk the halls without someone laughing, or making a rude comment, or offering to help me live up to my name!)
When the bell rings for our break, Mr. Williams asks me to stay behind for a couple of minutes. I take a seat in the front row while he sits on the edge of his desk. "Now," he smiles, "I know you're probably nervous about going to school here, and the other students laughing at you probably confirmed your worst fears." I blow off the suggestion. My worst fears about coming to school revolved around getting beat up, or screwed, by all my Beast classmates. (And the way my life is going at least one of those is going to happen.) He nods. "I get it. I just started teaching last year, moved here from Colorado, and starting over can be scary." He shifts his position, trying to get comfortable and I can't help but notice the bulge in his pants. "You're a very pretty girl, y'know?" I blush. What? He's very attractive! I mean for what he is he's probably good looking. I mean, some of the girls said they thought he was hot. I don't. I mean why would I? I'm not attracted to Beasts no matter what my name sounds like!
He coughs, snapping me back to attention. "So, I want you to know I don't hold anything your Dad did against you. Even though it cost me the down payment on this house I wanted." My stomach drops. Crap! "Now, I know you probably feel guilty about it, but don't worry. I'm young. I'll save up again, eventually." He takes a deep breath, the bulge in his pants growing noticeably. "But if you think there's anything you can do to make it better? Well..." He flashes a wicked smile.
I slump in defeat, reminding myself this is the path I've chosen for redemption. Leaning back in my desk I put on my best innocent look before cooing, "What could I do to make it better, Mr. Williams? Tell me and I'll do it."
"How about you come back here after school and help me sort out my supplies." I give him a confused look, so he nods to a door in the back wall. "Can you do that?"
"Uhm, I don't drive," I shrug, embarrassed by the reveal. "My Mom is picking me up."
"Well, just message her and tell her someone else is giving you a ride after school," he grins, "And when I'm done doing that, I'll take you home." I nod then excuse myself to find my next class which turns out to be right next to Mr. Williams room. How convenient. I text before heading in and finding a seat. My Biology teacher, Mr. Caldwell, is old, like older than my Dad, with grey patches in his fur. He's a coonhound with a gravelly voice. I endure another humiliating attendance call then spend two hours trying to take notes while the Minotaur behind me makes comments about my body under his breath.
When the bell rings I walk back to Mr. Williams' class. I don't see him anywhere. I tentatively call his name. "Back here," he calls from the open door. I'm so nervous my hands are shaking. Are we really going to do this at school? What if someone catches us? I'm already getting picked on for my name, if people find out I'm living up to it...
I close the classroom door and lock it, before heading to the closet. Imagine my surprise when the supply closet turns out to be a little room connecting the classrooms. Mr. Williams sits in a rolling chair just inside the door. As soon as I'm inside he closes it and slides his hands under my shirt and bra. He teases my nipples with a single finger each, sending little waves of desire through me, dispelling my nervousness. I strip to the waist, granting him full access to my ample breasts. Fingers are replaced with lips and tongue drawing a submissive moan from my lips. I kick off my sandals, remove my shorts and panties, and stand fully exposed to him.