All characters are over 18.
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She walked up to his desk after class, which was unusual because she very rarely spoke in class, let alone to him privately. She was almost intensely shy, perhaps because of her strange religious upbringing. The principal had told him she had been homeschooled up until last year.
The rest of the class has filtered out for the day, and Cassandra looked nervously at the floor, uncertain of how to begin.
"How can I help you, Cassandra?"
"Um, it's just, I wanted to talk to you about the health lessons from last week..."
She dropped off, but he nodded understandingly while he waited for her to continue. Last week in his homeroom class, he had taught state-mandated lessons on sexual health and safety, lessons which had mostly elicited yawns and bored stares from his already experienced students. They had gotten this information years ago from friends, siblings, the Internet and who knows where else.
"Well, I've just been wondering, I sometimes get this feeling? Especially at night, but sometimes at school? And it's, it's like an urge? Like being hungry sort of...but I can't make it go away...I'm just worried, is that part of...what we talked about last week?"
Interesting. Very interesting. Cassandra clearly had not been able to make the same discoveries her peers had. She was an attractive girl, although it was hard to tell sometimes from the frumpy clothes she wore. Today she was wearing a knee length denim skirt with buttons and a large brown sweater- not exactly sexy. But anyone could see the remarkably large bosom hiding beneath her thick cotton knit, and her shapely calves hinted at a promising, nubile body.
"Yes, these 'urges' you're having sound quite normal. They are very much a routine part of growing up."
She looked slightly relieved, but still nervous. "I just get...concerned...it seems like I have them all the time? And...well...I don't know how to say this but..." Her face had turned deep red and she seemed almost on the verge of tears.
He urged her to continue. "This is a safe space Cassandra. You can trust me." Although even as he said it, he knew it was t true.
"My underwear gets wet. Really really wet. And I think something is wrong with me."
At this point, a tear dripped down her face.
"Oh Cassandra, nothing is wrong with you! I assure you, this all is very normal. But if it will make you feel better, I can double check for you- to make sure that everything is as it should be."
She looked at him hopefully and nodded in assent, her lips trembling with gratitude and anxiety.
Quickly, he locked the classroom door and closed the window blinds and walked back to his desk.
"Ok, why don't you have a seat on the desk here," he said, patting a clear spot in a friendly way. He stood and watched over her as she scooted onto the desk. Her obliviousness to her raw sexuality was extremely alluring.
