Chapter 2

The song ended and Tyler took Hanna aside. “I wanted to ask you if anyone has asked you to the prom?”

“No. I figure that popular girls and school sluts would be asked first. I’m not that popular and not as much of a slut as several are,” she smirked.

“I’m surprised you haven’t been asked. Hanna, will you go to the prom with me?”

“Desperate for a date, are you?”

“Nothing like that. I may be taller than you, but don’t sell yourself short.”

“Do you know my dad?”

“No.”

“Your puns are about as bad as his.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes, it is.”

“I’ll gladly go to the prom with you, two nerds together.”

“I’m not a nerd, though many call me that because I’m smart and have good grades.”

“Maybe it’s because of your glasses. Are they broken that you have white tape holding them together?”

“No, nothing like that. I’m told that I look very similar to the actor Christopher Reeve when he played Superman in the movies. His alter ego was Clark Kent and had tape on his glasses, I guess, to look less threatening.”

“I’ve never heard of him or his movies.”

“Maybe you and I could watch his movie together.”

“Hmm, a prom and movie date in one asking. You don’t waste any time. How about after our graduation day we watch you as Superman?”

“Okay. That’s a relief. Believe me, I’m no Superman. Just an ordinary guy.”

“A very smart and handsome, ordinary guy.”

“I’ve never had a girl, except my mom, compliment me like that.”

“Stick with me, and you might get complimented for other things you might be good at.” She gave him a sly smile and kissed his cheek.

Tom found Jenny and took her over to the booth for a drink and some snacks. “You, Priya, and the other girls sure got us guys worked up. I’m surprised you didn’t make love to her on the floor.”

“I bet you’d love to see girls licking pussy. That is something we’d do in private.”

“I have seen you lick pussy with Megan and my mom.”

Jenny noticed Hanna approaching with a smile as wide as can be. “Tyler Bertrand asked me to the prom!”

“That nerd?” Tom questioned.

“He isn’t a nerd. He’s very smart and handsome,” she defended.

One of the boys got Tom’s attention and he left to talk with a small group. Jenny hadn’t seen Megan for a while and walked around looking for her. She needed to use the washroom and entered, looking for a vacant stall.

She noticed the wheelchair stall was being used. She raised her eyebrows in curiosity, seeing a man’s dark pants and shoes below the bottom of the door.

“Megan, are you in there?” Jenny asked.

“Shit!” She heard muttering.

“I have to stop.”

“You can’t; I’m too close!” Jenny snickered, hearing a male’s voice. Moments later she heard the sounds of several deep grunts. There was scurrying around, then the door opened.

“Mr. Bell!” Jenny reacted to seeing her science teacher pulling up his zipper.

“Jenny, please don’t say anything,” he asked and made a quick exit.

Jenny looked in the stall, Meagan pulling down her skirt and covering her bare breasts.

“You gave Mr. Bell a blow job? Is he the one who’s fucking you too?”

“He and another teacher. Please don’t say a word.”

“I won’t. You have some cum on the side of your lip.” Jenny leaned closer and licked it, then kissed her.

“You haven’t wanted to give one of the teachers a blow job?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, if you could get away with giving one of the teachers a blow job, who would it be?”

“Mr. Taylor.”

“Mr. Taylor, our homeroom and chemistry teacher?”

“He is handsome, and I don’t mind him looking down my top.”

“Why don’t you sneak him into the washroom and give him a blow job?” Megan asked, taking off her thong.

“You think I should?” She asked, also removing her thong.

“I bet you’d get straight As.”

“I already have a high average.”

“I dare you to give him a blow job.”

“She recalled the times he would stand by her desk, discussing a subject. He’d look down her low top, her firm breasts covered by a dainty bra, or none at all. She’d glance at his crotch from her seat.

“Okay, I will!”

“Mr. Taylor, can you come with me, please?”

“What is it, Jenny?”

“Just come with me.”

“All clear,” Megan said, as Jenny led Mr. Taylor’s hand into the girls washroom. She went to the same large stall, closing the door and sliding the lock closed.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her firm breasts to him and kissing him. “We can’t be doing this. What if we’re caught?”

“We won’t. When you’d stand by my desk to look at the work I’m doing, I liked you looking down my top. I’d even flash you a nipple on the days I didn’t wear a bra.”

“Yes, and I appreciated it very much.” Jeeny untied her top, revealing her bare breasts to him. She placed his hand on the left one, leaning up to kiss him. She felt his hand form to its shape.