Just a few more seconds until I’m out of this hellhole. I’m finally gonna go from high school senior to full time adult. So many plans. So many opportunities. So much time on my hands. I just wish people weren’t dickheads to the teachers, though. They already work hard enough as it is. It’s just salt to the wound.

Like now, Ms. Tanner’s tried to calm everyone down, but they’re too busy acting like coked up bats out of hell that she’s just said “Fuck it” and is just waiting for the countdown along with us. It’s sad, really. But my sympathy goes right out the window as the final bell rings, signaling everyone to peace the fuck out. And lord knows there are no objections to that demand. As everyone makes a beeline for busses and cars as Ms. Tanner’s flipping all of them off, I’m taking my time. I’ve got no rush. I’m gonna savor every second of this. I’m finally done. Plus, I don’t wanna get trampled before walking to my car.

I finish packing my things before saying,

“Later, Ms. T. You’ve been great.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she responds, not even turning in my direction, “Just make good choices. Cause if you don’t, they’ll bite you right on the ass.”

“I already know that. I mean, just look at you.”

Now it’s my turn to be flipped off before we share a laugh and I step out the door. She’s such a good lady. I hope life turns around for her. I stroll my way towards the exit, but as I’m walking, I pass the bathroom, where I clearly hear someone crying. Must be a junior that’s facing the fact that they’re not making it this year. Or maybe a senior who doesn’t know what to do now. You know what? In either regard, it’s better for someone to coach them through it.

I step inside the bathroom and notice that one stall’s shut. That’s where the crying’s coming from. I walk over there and knock.

“Everything going alright in there?” I question.

I then hear rustling and shifting as if they’re trying to fix themselves up.

“Yeah,” she answers with a shaky tone, “Everything’s fine. Just go ahead without me. I’ll catch up in a moment.”

“This isn’t a teacher. I’m a student. Well, not anymore, but I just heard you crying and wanted to see if I could help in any way.”

“Oh, well, thank you for your concern, but like I said, I’m fine. I didn’t mean to make such a ruckus. But you should probably head on to your bus.”

“I drive.”

“Well, you wouldn’t wanna keep your parents waiting.”

“Livin’ all by myself.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yup. Long story short, I adapted to some pretty ... extreme tactics that some go through when they turn 18.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks. Now, could you open the door so you can tell me your problem?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why?”

“I ... I just can’t, ok?”

“Look, if you’re worried about me spreading rumors, even if I were that bitchy of a student, it’s not like I’d be here to spread it. And if you’re worried about me laughing, problems come in all shapes and sizes. If the reactions to those problems are this bad, I wouldn’t even joke about it. Plus, I told you my sob story. It’s only fair that you reciprocate.”

Silence. But before I can question her any further, she unlocks the door and opens it, allowing me to get in. Once I’m in, she shuts the door again, still facing it, and says,

“Before I tell you, you’re gonna have to answer something first.”

“Alright,” I respond.

She turns around and says,

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

I get a good look at her face and she’s definitely pretty. Beautiful even. Did someone call her ugly? Jeez, this school just has no sense of empathy.

“Absolutely,” I answer,

“How do I know you’re not just saying that?”

“Because my eyes don’t lie and neither do I. You’re gorgeous.”

She gives a chuckle before saying,

“Cute. But that’s not enough. You need to promise me you’ll have that same thought after this.”

“I swear,” I assure.

She takes a breath before lifting her skirt and lowering her panties. What I see before me completely catches me off guard. I would never have expected that I’d be in the bathroom stall, consoling a teacher ... with a penis. I guess my shock’s being reflected on my face because she pulls her skirt back down with a deflated expression.

“I thought so,” she says, “Wishful thinking can only go so far, you know? You don’t have to pretend anymore. Just go on home. I’ve wasted enough of your time.”

She leans on the wall with her hand to her eyes, silently sobbing. I don’t have a singular problem with this. My perception of her hasn’t changed in the slightest. But she isn’t gonna believe that verbally. So how about physically?

I set down my bag before getting onto my knees. I then lift her skirt up again, catching her attention. Before she can say anything else, I take her flaccid penis into my mouth, gently sucking on it.

“Wh-what are y-you doing?” she asks, shocked, “You don-”

“Shh,” I respond after taking her out of my mouth, “Just relax and enjoy it.”

I latch back onto her, earning more light gasps and moans in response as she starts growing inside of my mouth. It doesn’t take long for her to get fully erect. I start bobbing my head back and forth, earning more moans from her. Fuck, she’s so big. I’m gonna have a lot of fun with her. She moans louder as I take her cock deeper in my mouth, slowly sliding it up and down her shaft. I then bring a hand to the remaining portion of her member, stroking it as I continue my bobbing. She brings a hand to her mouth to stifle her moans and brings the other one to the wall to balance herself. Aw. That’s cute. She’s overwhelmed. I guess I’m doing a pretty good job. But I think I could do better.

I hook my arms under her legs, sweeping her off her feet, catching her off guard. I speed up my head movements, locking eye contact with her. She then brings her hands to my head, gripping onto my hair and pushing me further down on her cock. I moan in response, no doubt escalating the pleasure for her. She then squeezes her eyes shut and tilts her head back as my movements get faster and faster.