(All characters in this story are intended to be over 18 years old!)
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"Hi, Holly. Thanks for coming in after school today. I need to talk to you about this note I found by your desk."
"What note?"
"The one you wrote to your friend during class. I think it fell out of your notebook when you left today."
"I'm still not sure what you are talking about, Mr Stephens."
"This one. The one that says you think I am cute and that you bet I would be a great fuck."
"Oh my God, did you actually read that!"
"Yes , I did. It was just laying there. I'm glad I found it instead of the janitor."
"So how much trouble am I in?"
"I think that depends. Do you mean what you said in your note?"
"Well , yeah you are really kind of cute for an older guy."
"I mean the part about being a good fuck."
"I'm sorry that I said that .. just wishful thinking. But sometimes I can see the outline of your cock in you pants and I can't help but think about what you could do with it."
"I appreciate the compliment but it really isn't appropriate for you to be thinking about me in that way."
"I know but it is hard not to. You are very good looking."
"Thanks."
"So are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Are you a good fuck or not?"
"Well, I haven't really thought about it."
"I have, Mr Stephens. Why don't you show me?"
"You are a cute girl and I really enjoy it when you smile at me in class, Holly but I could really get into ..... Holly, what are your doing?"