Chapter 32- Detention.
The weekend came and went. I studied, Yana and I went to church which was interesting, and we went house shopping. She was particularly interested in a few, but I was able to convince her to just cool her jets for now and think some more on the subject.
I had my two science exams on Monday they were relatively easy I don't know what I was afraid of. The same for my other three on Tuesday and Wednesday.
When I checked in for my last exam on Wednesday morning I had a message. My form teacher needed to see me afterwards. Our school had an unusual requirement, all leavers regardless of where they were going, and what level they were leaving from. Had to have a sort of exit interview, this was held after exams and at the end of year unless you were leaving part way through the year. It was always with your form teacher, and they just confirmed what your plans were and if you owed them anything. Late assessments, detentions etc. You also gave them your locker key. It was weird.
I got the message to see Miss Johnstone, after my exam had finished and it was basically lunchtime. It started at nine o'clock and I was out at 11:30. So I cleaned out my locker and gathering my bag, I headed out to my form class for the last time. My form room was out by the school tennis court it was a stand-alone classroom with a small balcony as it was raised off the ground. Miss Johnstone taught maths and seeing as she didn't need a particular type of classroom like science teachers for example she got the worst and furthest away classroom.
I made my way there, walked up the small number of stairs, had a quick glance through the windows saw that Miss Johnstone was alone and wasn't teaching. So, I knocked on the door.
"Come in." Miss Johnstone answered. I Turned the doorknob and opened the door.
"Hello Miss Johnstone, you wanted to see me?" I said. For what is maybe the last time I ever call someone Miss, or Mrs for quite a while.
"Oh yes Jason do come in." She said and motioned for me to sit in the empty desk in front of her desk. I put my bag down and sat at it.
"Thanks for coming, this is about your exit interview. As I am your form teacher I have to conduct it before we can sign you off as a leaver. I know it's a tedious, pointless thing. But it has to be done." Miss Johnstone said.
"Yes, I suppose it's fair enough. But how long will it take?" I asked.
"Hmm about half an hour, but maybe with someone like yourself a little longer." Miss Johnstone replied.
"Oh, okay then." I answered.
"Let me just wipe the board clean." She said. And started to stand to wipe the board behind her. That is when I saw her.
She was wearing a white short sleeved blouse, And a light grey knee length straight skirt, black stockings, and high heels. Black wire rimmed glasses framed her face. A face which had a short pixie cut. Her black hair seemingly catching the light. I estimated her size to be around a size eight. Comparable size to my beloved Yana, but bigger than Grace and smaller than mum.
She wiped the board clean and then sat down.
"Now I assume that your phone is off?" She said.
"Da." I said without realizing it.
"Da? Have you been around Mrs Pavlyuchenkova?" She quizzed me.
"Ah no just a slip of the tongue." I replied.
"Good I hope you don't have any more slips of the tongue. Now let's start." She said.
"Okay where are you going next year and what are your career aspirations?" Miss Johnstone asked.
"Well Miss Johnstone." I replied.
"Stop please, please call me Emma. I'm only five years older than you and apart from prizegiving this is the last time you'll ever be in this school. So, call me Emma." She said.
"Okay, Emma as you know I am going to be going to Medical School on a full scholarship and I hope to be an Ophthalmologist." I answered.
"Oh good, I need a good ophthalmologist, glasses are so nerdy." She jokingly said.
We spent the next ten minutes or so discussing official things, then the conversation turned very unofficial.
"Now One last thing, I've heard some of the other pupils call you 'subway' why is that?" Emma asked.
"Subway is a nickname I hate." I replied.
"Yes but why subway is there a particular reason?" Emma asked. She asked three times each time with me trying to deflect it. The final time she asked she got up and walked around the desk to sit on it right in front of me.
"So, any reason?" she asked again.
"Oh, I suppose I better tell you Emma. It's because my manhood is the same size as a big subway. There happy?" I answered.
"So, your cock is a 12 incher?" Emma asked inquisitively. Her eyes widening.
"Yes." I said.
"Hmm and how about girth? How round are you? You aren't a long noodle are you?" Emma asked standing over me.
"Hmm, do I have to answer?" I asked.
"Yes, if you want to be signed off and have a good testimonial." Emma answered.
"Ok if you insist. It's twelve inches long by six inches round, so not a long noodle.
"Oh my god. I have to see it. You must show it to me." Emma demanded.
"No, I am sort of engaged. And I love my fiancé very much.
"Oh, come on now Jay, no one will ever know. I won't tell and if you don't fuck me I will make you repeat this year, and med school won't take you after that. Don't think of me as your teacher, think of me as your slightly older girlfriend.
"Hang on did you say fiancé? I bet she's just some teenaged slut. I could understand you lusting after your new house guest. But Mrs Pavlyuchenkova is married. Shame from what I hear she is quite a sensual and sexual little princess." Emma said.
I didn't respond to that statement, but obviously she didn't know the specifics of Yana's and mine relationship.
"So, what's it going to be Jason? Are you going to let me sample that huge cock you're rumoured to have. Or do I fail you and make you repeat the year." Emma tauntingly asked.
I sat there riveted to the chair, trying to think of some way I could get out of this proposition. I had visions of Yana's and mum's disapproving faces if they found out. I remembered how Yana gave her love and affection freely to me. The excitement and anticipation that Yana was having for the future. God how could I get out of this? In my distracted state I didn't notice that she had locked the door, the only door.
"Well? I'm getting impatient standing here waiting." Emma said an imprudent tone to her voice. I looked across to where she was standing, Right beside the door.
If she failed me would my scholarship be valid? Probably not.
"Jesus, I can't believe this. You're an eighteen-year-old male with a girl throwing herself at you. And you're dithering around like an old fart? This girl of yours must be something else, or you're gay." Emma said in a frustrating tone as she walked across the classroom towards me. She stood over me.
"I can't believe I have spent an entire year fantasying about you and that huge cock. I've even frigged myself off looking at your picture. Imaging that huge pussy splitter going into my pussy and ass." Emma said.
I just looked at her my eyes level with her boobs.
"What? You have a nice pair of succulent 8C's in front of you. And you don't make a move? Maybe you are gay. Pity. I was looking to having some fun. And you'll miss med school. No scholarship and to think you're the only one going. Oh, the embarrassment for your poor old mum and Mrs Pavlyuchenkova, for some reason she speaks highly of you. But just in case you're thinking of making a dash for it. The only door is locked. It can't be opened from the inside or the outside without the key. And I have the key." Emma said, a hint of menace in her voice.
I didn't really know what to do. The mature side of me was saying "Stay true to Yana." The horny, hormone driven eighteen-year-old was saying " You have a hot girl throwing herself at you, throw caution to the wind and fuck her." It really was a cartoon angel/ devil moment.
Emma circled me like a hungry shark.
"Well?" Emma demanded.
