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Chapter 2 – A Bad Situation
Angus
She just… sat there. In her seat. Being a schoolgirl.
I could see the look in her eyes, the pure fear. I hated the way her make-up made her doe eyes look massive and her messy hair made her look dishevelled in a way I’d seen before. She looked far too good.
Look away, Angus, I told myself, before making my way down the register.
I was a professional. I’d done this kind of thing a million times before. Just teach.
The.
Class.
‘Morning everyone,’ I said, hoping none of them noticed the shake in my voice. It was an S6 class, which meant a couple of things – one, that it was a smaller elective group, who had already worked on a lot of the stuff we were looking at today; this was just prep ahead of the exams.
Even so, I couldn’t shake the horror of where we were. Images went through my mind – memories of school teachers getting arrested, put on trial, the videos online of teachers who had collected improper material.
Was I, unknowingly, going to join that group?
Would anyone believe that I didn’t know?
I was spiralling – get your head back in the game, Angus.
‘I’m Mr. Hart – I’ll be working with you for the foreseeable. As you know may or may not know, Mrs. Wall has had a bit of a nasty fall, broken her ankle, and due to her… advanced age-‘ that got a chuckle from the class, and I felt a little more relaxed, now. Like the success of a dumb comment gave me a little confidence. ‘-she’ll be taking some time out. Right – register.’
It was through the register that I learned the second half of her name. Kayla Stewart.
Kayla
It was impossible to think. He sat in Mrs. Wall’s seat, avoided eye contact with me, and generally just looked like an adult. A proper, real adult.
One that had taken my virginity only nights ago.
Fuck.
The thought of that, alone, was enough to make my stomach twist – and for heat to begin to glow between my thighs. I’d thought maybe I would see him again, after a month or so. Probably not. I would let it be a memory, some dirty secret I could think back on in a few years. Something I’d done, just for me, to build my confidence and help me be… more than I was.
‘Kayla Stewart?’ he asked, his voice saying my full name sending an odd sort of nervous lightning through me. When I looked up, caught his eyes, he was looking at me expectantly.
‘Yes, sir?’ I said, before I’d even thought about what I was saying.
I saw his reaction – though I’m sure none of the other students did. His nose flared, his eyes widened slightly. Cleared his throat and moved on to the next name. I realised he was taking the register, and relaxed a little.
I could get through this. I just had to completely ignore him – any interaction would just make a bad situation worse.
Angus
It was so… ordinary. I tried to brush past it, to not think about the weekend.
To not think about the photo I had of her on my phone, in my pocket, right now.
The material was easy enough – History was always a pleasure to teach, because it had been done to death. When they asked me questions I didn’t know, we googled them and had a round-table. I learned the names of a few of the kids – all good students.
Kayla was, mercifully, quiet as a dormouse. Didn’t say a word to me.
Aside from, of course, her answer at register. Those words, spoken like a secret code to me: ‘Yes, sir’. I hadn’t expected them, and I wasn’t even convinced she had expected to say them – they just came out. Naturally.
The hour passed, and before lunch I would have a free hour in my schedule before I had to cover anything else of Mrs. Wall’s.
‘Right – nice to meet you all, and I’ll see you Wednesday,’ I said, dismissing the class at the bell. As they all left, though, I noticed one or two odd things.
One, there was a girl, Francesca I believed her name was, who gave me an odd knowing sort-of look as she passed me.
Two, Kayla was taking her time. She was lazy in packing up her things, until she was the last one to leave the room. Of course, I knew she wasn’t just slow – she was holding back to talk to me. Which was bad. What was worse was the fact that I knew what she looked like beneath the oh-so-innocent skirt, shirt and jacket she was wearing. The fact that we’d already been to that place meant that the school uniform, on her, looked almost like a roleplay deal. Something kinky and wrong.
Which, of course, it was. Wrong. Not kinky.
She cleared her throat, which pulled me from my thoughts, and stood at her desk, bag packed up and jacket on her shoulders, staring downwards. I looked up at her, unsure what she was going to say.
Then, abruptly, she zipped out of the room – wordless.
I didn’t know what to think, so I just silently thanked her, zuperporno.net wrote it off, and hoped the rest of the day would be easier. Which, of course, is when the school admin poked her head around the corner.
‘Hi Mr. Hart!’ she called, all cheery and bubbly. Normally I would have found it insufferable, but for some reason it was nice to just change tracks, tonally.
‘Hey!’ I said as she came in and perched near the edge of the table. She was cute – mid-twenties, short dark hair, and curvy.
‘So – the other teachers are able to take on Mrs. Wall’s classes, as she had only prepped work for her S6 class – the one you’ve just had. No one else in the building is able to cover that work, so we thought we would approach you about going part-time with us until she’s back, for this class only.’
‘Oh!’ I said – a mix of nerves in my stomach. I needed the money, but I didn’t know if I could take this every day. ‘What would the schedule look like?’
‘They meet four times a week – you’d get Tuesdays off. Thursdays and Fridays, it’s double-classes, so that’s two-hour lessons. Like I said, it’s a little specialised, this stuff – but we know you have the experience. Would that interest you?’
‘Can I think about it?’ I said. Then, to disguise the reasons for my hesitation, I followed with a less ridiculous reason than I fucked one of the students. ‘I’d need to consider it against other work, especially if it’s only partial days, you know?’
She gave a polite closed-mouth smile and nodded. ‘Of course. Just come find me when you decide – you know where I am!’ Then she got up, and bounced away. All of a sudden, her bubbliness was insufferable again.
I needed to know how much of a problem this was all going to be – and there was, really, only one way to figure that out. Reluctantly, and wondering if I was making the biggest mistake of my life, I pulled out my phone.
Kayla
My phone buzzed in my pocket as I walked between classes – making my heart feel like it was in my throat, hammering in my ears. I stopped dead, and Frankie just about walked into the back of me.
”Scuse you,’ she said, pushing past, as I looked at the message on my phone. I couldn’t open it – largely because I knew the image that number had sent me would be open on my screen, and that couldn’t happen. The message itself, though, was enough to get me feeling a little sick.
We need to talk.
I pocketed it, not ready to respond to that. How could he want to talk?! It didn’t make any sense to me – why the fuck would he want to talk to me?!
My head reeled, and thoughts started to bounce around wildly.
Was he a creep?
Did he like that I was a student of his?
Did he want to do that again?
What would people think of me if this got out?
It’s one thing to fuck a random guy on a one-night-stand; it’s another altogether to fuck your teacher!
Oh my god. I fucked my teacher.
Oh my GOD – there was no way I was going to talk to him. I couldn’t – there was no way that would be smart.
I was going to be sick.
‘I’m gonna be sick,’ I said out loud, a few steps from walking into English. My teacher, Mr. Beuller, heard me from the doorway and gave me a nod. ‘Bathroom – now.’ I was reminded, amusingly, of a girl being sick from her period in his room only a few months ago. He clearly didn’t want the repeat showing.
So, I turned, and half ran down the near-empty echoing corridors lined with jackets on pegs and lockers, to the toilets. They were, blissfully, empty, so I found a stall, locked it behind me, and sat atop the toilet. Heart pounding, heavy breathing and – confusingly – undeniably wet.
I’d spent an hour in the room with a man who, only days ago, had fucked me into oblivion; with the man who’d unknowingly taken my virginity. It was bringing back memories, one way or another – wanted or unwanted.
I opened his text, and saw it beneath the image he’d sent me of myself. I let out half a whimper at the mess I was in, as I looked at the picture of myself, face thankfully cut off, naked in that pub’s airbnb room, splayed out on my back. My tits were out, and there were thick strips of his cum dressing me from navel to chin.
I had a flash of memory about how it had felt, lying there after having been introduced to the world of sex for the first time by this beast of a man, covered in his cum, and felt myself grow even more wet. It was shameful.
But it was the truth. I’d enjoyed myself with him, regardless of who he was.
I sighed, and rubbed my face, wishing this would just… go away. But, when I opened them, I saw the bottom of that image, and his invitation to talk.
About what? I asked back.
His reply was fast – At least tell me you’re 18.
He was nervous. Maybe as nervous as me. It occurred to me that, as a teacher, him fucking a student was just as brazzers porno bad, if not worse, than the situation I found myself in. I’d be labelled with kind of reputation-destroying words like slut, whore, easy that could follow a girl around. He might go to fucking prison.
I am 18, I texted him, and I think we both felt the relief in that moment.
Can we talk in person? he replied, and I wondered again what about. But, knowing he was as nervous as me gave me a sense that he wasn’t trying to trick me, or anything like that. He probably just wanted to keep the record-able communication, like texts, to a minimum. Which made sense.
Fuck, I was actually sympathising for the guy. He’d done something potentially life-ruining without even knowing it. The best thing for both of us was to swallow it, forget about it, and never let anyone find out.
Time and place, I responded. Then, I sat, in the bathroom, wet and flustered and unsure about all of this. It seemed to scary, so risky – but, equally, what was the risk? Really? He wasn’t going to tell anyone. Neither was I.
So, so long as we managed to stop anyone else finding out about it, we’d be fine. It would just be our secret.
My phone buzzed.
Nothing at school. Do you have any parks near you?
For some reason, that felt even more illicit. We’d started this whole thing outside of school – when we were just people. Not teacher and student. Just Mr. Hart and Kayla.
Fuck, I realised. I don’t know his first name.
That name – Mr. Hart – slid in against memories of that night. Of his head between my legs, his tongue and lips making me cum. I thought of the way he’d made me feel – so safe and wanted, even as he dominated me.
And he had dominated me.
He’d made me cum on his face, and then before I’d even been able to form a thought, his cock was inside me. My first cock, and there’d been no ceremony of it going in. Nothing like that. Instead, he’d treated me like I was any other woman, and he couldn’t wait to be inside her. I remembered his chest pressed against mine as I rode him; his voice growling as he told me how good I felt.
I remembered him making me thank him for fucking me, for cumming in me. Thank you, sir, I’d said to him, his cock still inside me.
He’d called me a good girl.
Yes. Mercer Park. My response was nothing less than an invitation.
I steadied my breath, trying to get a grip of myself. All of those thoughts, it was making me… hot.
‘Shit,’ I whispered to myself, before feeling the phone buzz one last time.
4pm, he’d sent. I nodded. I could make that work.
I flattened my skirt, ran a hand through my hair, and took a second to calm my racing heart. Even as I took one step, I could feel my wetness between my legs, and I swallowed a cringe before leaving the bathroom.
I didn’t respond to Mr. Hart. There was no need to.
Angus
Four o’clock.
I could last until four. Of course, I still had to give my decision to the admin before that, but I knew there’d be no chance of talking to Kayla before the end of the day. Reall, what I’d wanted from her was a confirmation that we could be civil. Just… forget about this whole thing. Move on with our lives and just forget about it.
Forget about me fucking her in the dirty bedroom of my cousin’s pub. Forget about how her sex had felt when I slid into her – tight and wet and warm. Forget about how she moaned when she came on my face, on my cock. Forget the way she moaned Sir when I asked her to.
Fuck.
Just the memory of it had made me hard beneath the desk, combined with her calling me ‘sir’ during the register – completely different context. Same words. Same girl.
Fuck.
I put my phone in the drawer of the desk, out of sight. Then, to distract myself, I wasted time marking their work – which took about fifteen minutes, but at least it let me… calm down. Afterwards, I made a point of finding the bubbly admin, and telling her I’d love to take the job – I needed the work, and I figured that if Kayla was willing to talk to me, then that meant we could just move past it all. Get on with our lives.
The admin – whose name I learned was Hannah – seemed all too happy for me to join the team, even on a part-time basis. I figured they were just trying to save money by hiring me for half a job, and sharing the rest of it to the other poor teachers, but I wasn’t going to complain. Instead, I smiled, played nice and as charming as I could manage, before she handed me the schedule for the rest of the week, and said she’d contact my agency to get the paperwork in order.
Monday and Wednesday mornings, first thing.
Full Thursday and Friday afternoons – double sessions for each after lunch.
‘Gives you the rest of the day off,’ she said with a wide smile. She was kind of pretty, really, but hd porno I knew a girl pining when I saw one. ‘Any plans?’
‘Meeting someone,’ I said with a nod, keeping it vague. Not that it was a lie. I left with the schedule in-hand, the odd satisfaction of a new job being counteracted by the fact that it was only about half ten in the morning; I had hours before anything was going to happen with Kayla.
So, to keep myself occupied, found my car and punched Mercer Park into the GPS. It was a five minute walk away from the school. No distance at all, really – which made me wonder how closeby Kayla lived.
How much of her life had I impacted? She must be freaking out right now. But that wasn’t good to think about.
So, I decided to just drive in a circle, and tried to figure what the fuck I was going to do between now and then. Clear my head, if I could.
Kayla
‘Dude, you are completely out of it,’ Rebecca said to me, her brow furrowed and her lips pursed. We were sitting in the cafeteria, even though I hadn’t bought anything. I wasn’t feeling hungry. In fact, I felt a bit sick. ‘You okay? You missed most of maths.’
I nodded. ‘Yeah man – I’m just… not feeling great.’
She made a face, opening the sandwich she’d brought in from a shop around the corner. ‘Dude – everyone knows you’re ahead of where you need to be. Go home; it won’t affect you. Not like me – if I miss another day of maths, I think I’m failing the whole fucking thing.’
I gave a soft laugh, and rubbed my face. ‘I just can’t get my head straight, you know?’
Rebecca nodded, though I knew she wasn’t sure what I was saying. She was just being supportive. ‘Seriously. Even if you’re not sick, when was the last time you took a day for yourself? Did you even get to relax over half term? Mental health is important, man. You have to get away from it all.’
My mind flashed to the weekend again, how I’d ended my half term, in The Old Dog – Mr. Hart’s thick cock inside me, making me cum on him over and over. I whimpered, but she took it as an agreement.
‘Come on,’ she said, taking me by the arm and lifting me up. Keeping her sandwich in the other hand, of course. She pulled me out of the room, and marched me through the school until we were at the admin’s office.
‘Kayla’s sick,’ she said casually, as the admin looked up at us with a frown. ‘She threw up before maths, and she’s white as a sheet.’
The admin gave me a half-hearted once-over, before sitting back in her leather chair. ‘She got anyone to pick her up?’
‘I can drop her off – it’s lunch, so we’re allowed out, and I drive. She’s only up the road.’
The admin pushed a clipboard towards me. ‘Make sure to sign out and back in. I’ll put it in the system.’
‘Thank you,’ I muttered, not really sure why I was letting this happen – I wasn’t actually sick, but with everything that had happened, maybe the best thing wasn’t for me to be in school, surrounded by people. I needed to be alone, and process… all of this.
And, frankly, I really wanted to get back to my hairbrush.
Rebecca ushered me out after we signed, and in moments we were in her car. I kind of zoned out, and it felt like only seconds later we were pulling up at my house. I got out, bag over my shoulder, and Rebecca joined me.
‘You gonna be okay?’ she asked. I nodded, and pulled keys out of my pocket as I went up to the front door. Mum was still at work, and would be until five. That was normal – I’d gotten used to coming home to an empty house, just usually that was at half three, not half twelve.
‘Get some rest!’ Rebecca yelled as she walked back to her car.
I let myself in, shut the door behind me, and felt the quiet solitude of the empty house. Ideas began to brew – and not all of them were… smart. But, first, I ran upstairs to my room – the space messy and dim from the pulled curtains, grabbed my oft-loved hairbrush, and hopped up onto the bed.
For a second, I began to undress, kicking my shoes off and dropping my jacket next to my bag on the floor, before stopping myself. A dirty, self-indulgent impulse entered my mind, as I looked into the mirror on the back of my door.
Kneeling on the bed, I watched in the mirror as I loosened the tie around my neck, pulled the jumper up and off, and undid a button or two of my shirt. My bra, pale and simple, poked out from underneath, and while I felt a little odd looking at myself like that, there was no denying that I felt different.
I’d been so worried about how the guys in my year had seen me – as a slut, now eighteen, finally ‘legal’. But, as my fingers tugged at the pleated skirt’s edge I was wearing, exposing a little thigh above my socks, I had to admit.
I looked like a sexy schoolgirl.
One who had been fucked – turned into a woman by her teacher, of all people. It was hot, and I could feel my arousal on my fingertips as I delved beneath the skirt, feeling the wetness that had soaked through my panties. My breath hitched, as I pulled the underwear to one side, my fingers slipping against the slick of my sex, playing with myself lightly as I watched the reflection.