Note: All characters in this story are 18 and older.
It was the first day of the spring semester of high school. It was a bit on the warm side for late January in the Eastern US, so students and teachers alike were arriving to school with either light jackets or sweaters, and jeans or slacks. Denise was no exception as she arrived in her classroom to teach her first class of the day, World History, which was comprised of mostly freshmen and sophomores. She was wearing a pink sweater and black slacks, with black heels to match.
She opened a large drawer on the side of her desk and placed her purse inside, and then sat down to prepare for the first group of students to start filing in. Denise had been a teacher at her alma mater for the past 13 ½ years, and for the most part she enjoyed it very much. She was the kind of teacher that was loved by the good, well-behaved students, and hated by the slackers and the troublemakers, for she had a reputation for not taking any crap from them, and enforcing her rules and handling her own discipline. It was very rare that she ever had to send an unruly student to the principal's office-she preferred to handle behavioral issues directly and strictly. Because of her tough reputation, most kids didn't even bother misbehaving in her class-they either showed up and listened or didn't show up at all.
To the good students, however, she was more of a friend, a mentor, someone they could feel comfortable talking to. Maybe it was her still-youthful appearance-she didn't come across as old and stuffy like many of her peers, she tended to dress fashionably, her hair was short brown with blonde highlights and always styled, and she made time for her students who were genuinely trying hard-after all, she had been the same kind of student herself, not blessed with smarts but always determined and hardworking and never giving up. So when she saw a student struggling but trying, she empathized and gave that student whatever help they needed.
Her first period class came and went fairly smoothly-it was the same group she had had first semester, with no new transfers (as was sometimes the case at the start of second semester), so they all knew what to expect. The bell rang and the students quickly got up and filed out and down the hall for their next class. The schedule was in blocks and changed from day to day, so sometimes there was a break between classes, as there was today: Denise didn't have a class during second period, and then had her senior geography class third period.
As the last student left, Denise walked out into the hall. It was empty; the only three classrooms on that end of the hall were unoccupied that period, and the girls' bathroom directly across from her classroom was temporarily closed for maintenance. She looked down the hall in the other direction, and once she was satisfied there was nobody left in the hall, she began to turn around to head back into her classroom and get ready for the next class in about an hour.
Just as she turned, she heard a noise that surprised her. She stopped and turned back, and heard it again. It seemed to be coming from the closed bathroom. She slowly moved closer, trying to figure out what the sound was-it sounded like someone was eating, or mumbling-all she could hear was a 'mmmm' sound.
The door was propped partially open, with an orange cone in the doorway that had the 'Closed' sign taped to it. Quietly, slowly, Denise stepped over the cone, as the sound grew a bit louder. Then, just as she turned the corner, she saw what was happening, and her jaw dropped as she stared, wide-eyed.
In the center of the bathroom stood a young man, his back to the door, someone that Denise didn't recognize at all. But she did recognize the girl who was on her knees in front of him-it was Sara, one of her senior students, probably the smartest girl in the senior class and the likely class valedictorian!
As Denise watched in shock, the young man suddenly pulled his cock out of Sara's mouth-that was the sound she had been hearing!- and started spraying his seed all over her pretty face, into her straight brown hair, and down her neck and chest.
"Oh my God!" Denise exclaimed. "What is going on here?"
The young man suddenly yanked his pants up and turned, running quickly past the stunned teacher and out the door. "Hey, wait a min"- but Denise was too late to stop him. She turned her attention back to Sara, who was still kneeling on the floor, blushing deeply with embarrassment, and trembling.
"Sara? What was going on-are you okay?" She knelt down next to her prize pupil.
"I-I-oh god it's all over me-gotta clean up, gotta get to class..." Sara was still shaking as Denise got up to get some paper towels. But the dispenser was empty, and the water was turned off due to the maintenance.
"Don't move-I'll be right back!" And Denise ran across the hall, unlocked her drawer and pulled her purse out, and opened it to grab a pink handkerchief she kept in the side pocket. Then she raced back over to the bathroom, leaving her purse on the desk.
She quickly began wiping the cum off of Sara's face as she slowly began to calm down. It took several minutes, but finally she got Sara cleaned off and presentable once again. She laid the soaked cloth on the sink and turned her attention back to her student. "Okay so who was he? How did this happen?"
"Oh, Miss Denise," Sara replied, trying not to cry, "it all happened so fast...I never even saw him before my first class today-I don't even know his name! This is so embarrassing...!"
"Now now, it's not the end of the world..." Denise stated, trying to calm Sara down.
"Are you going to report me to the principal? Please don't...I promise it won't happen again..."
"You're my best student, Sara, you have a bright future," Denise answered. "I won't tell anyone about this. But how did you end up in here...doing, that...?" she added, blushing a bit herself.
"It was so silly...he was passing me notes during class, and the last one he told me to ask to use the bathroom and then meet him here...he slipped out of class when the teacher wasn't looking...he said he had something he wanted to show me, but I had to do exactly what he told me to do, so I got on my knees, and closed my eyes, and opened my mouth, and the next I knew I was...oh my god, Miss Denise, I don't know what I was thinking...!"
"It's okay," Denise replied. "You're okay-he didn't do anything else, did he...?"
"N-no," Sara stammered.
"Okay, just sit here a minute and get yourself together, then we'll go over to my classroom and I'll write you a note for being late to second period. And I'll find out who this guy is and deal with him-you have my word on that...!"
"Thank you, thank you so much, Miss Denise!" Sara gushed.
After a few minutes, Sara got up, and they walked together across the hall to Denise's classroom to get the note. Denise stuffed the handkerchief back into the side pocket of her purse before she locked it back in the drawer, not noticing that the purse had been moved slightly while she was away...
2
Denise sat at her desk for the thirty or so minutes before her next class, trying to refocus on getting ready for it, but the experience she had just had was still front and center in her mind. After all, this was not just any 'skank' she had caught in the bathroom in such an act, it was Sara, the smartest girl in her class! She had known Sara for a few years, and knew her family, and this was just so much out of character for her. Sara was someone Denise was quite proud of as a shining example and role model for the rest of the girls in her class-to see her degrade herself before a boy in such a manner was unconscionable!
Finally the bell rang to end second period, and the students began to file into her classroom for her third period, senior Advanced Placement (AP) World Geography class. Because it was an AP class and could count towards college credits, it drew only the smartest of the senior class, and thus was her most enjoyable class to teach that year.
Sara was in this class, and so was the girl who seemed to be her biggest threat to class valedictorian, Melanie. Denise smiled as she saw Melanie walk in and take her seat; if someone had said two years before that Melanie would be second in her class, nobody would have believed it.
At first glance, Melanie didn't look like the typical straight A student at all. She was naturally blonde, quite pretty, and voluptuous; she was a cheerleader. And until Denise had her in class two years prior, Melanie got by quite well on her looks, getting average grades without anyone seeming to take notice. As Denise got to know her during her sophomore year, she realized that Melanie was incredibly bright and smart, and decided she would work with her to help her realize her potential. The results were really quite amazing-by the time Melanie began her senior year she had completely transformed into a strong student, demonstrating her smarts in all her classes, and her personality and decision making reflected this as well.
