Chapter 12

Renee stumbled out of the classroom and into the hallway in a daze, the last comment from Mr. Cranston running through her mind. Her whole body felt flushed and tense, her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking. She was so fucking horny! Something about his tone and the fact that he knew about her and daddy ... A fresh wave of the strange emotions passed through her as she suddenly pictured the older man sitting in her living room watching as Coco mounted her and fucked her. The thought of the exposure scared her and turned her on at the same time. She started to turn the corner to go to her next class but realized that she was gasping for air and probably looked ... well, looked like a girl who had just sucked a teacher's cock in his classroom!

She forced herself to slow her breathing down and looked around for a place to gather her thoughts. The hallway was about to be filled with students and the last thing she wanted, she thought was all of them looking at her and making guesses about what she had been doing over her lunch hour. She was sure they would be closer to the truth than she wanted them to be. She spotted the door to the small teacher's restroom in this part of the building. Looking around and seeing no one in sight she made an impulsive decision, opened the door and entered. Hardly anyone ever uses this, she thought to herself, and best of all it has a lock. The young girl had to get some relief. If she was a few minutes late to class, well so what?

The restroom was small room with a single open toilet and a small sink. She locked the door and was soon sitting down. She began to rock back and forth trying to sort out the feelings racing through her mind. What would her Daddy say if her found out? Would Mr Cranston brag about her cocksucking skills to the other teachers? Why did that thought both frighten her and excite her at the same time? Almost without thought her hands slipped down to between her legs. She was so wet! She leaned back and spread her legs wider and began to run her hand over the mound of her bare pussy. I have to cum, she though to herself or I'll go crazy. She slipped out of the left shoe and pulled her leg free from the wad of clothes around her ankles and spread her legs even wider. Her eyes closed as her slim fingers found her swollen clit and she began to diddle herself in earnest. Memories of kissing Todd and of kneeling down and taking her teacher's cock into her mouth without hesitation filled her thoughts. Her breathing became faster and she could feel her pussy juices flowing even more. She could feel the orgasm building up inside her. "Oh just let me cum," she whispered to herself.

However seconds before her body reached a peak there was a rattle at the door. She froze for a second, but then she gave in to the urgent demands her body was making on her and resumed diddling herself. They will go away when they can't unlock the door anyway, she reasoned. But instead of going away the person at the door rattled it again and then knocked. "Anyone in there?" she heard a muffled voice call out.

Renee froze but didn't say a sound. The door was still locked and surely no one had a key. But before she could relax again, the unthinkable happened. The unmistakable sound of a set of keys shaking came from the other side of the door and before she could call out the lock released and the door swung open. The young girl let out a small squeal as the school janitor stepped into the room. Renee let out a squeal, "Miss Anders, I'm, I'm..."

The woman stared and then without a word pulled her cleaning cart into the small room and closed the door behind her. She crossed her arms and stood silently looking steadily at her without any sign of emotion on her face. Renee hunched over on the toilet feeling intense shame and embarrassment. Finally Ms. Anders grunted and spoke, "You're not supposed to be in here you know."

Renee nodded miserably. "Well, if you don't tell then I won't," the other woman said with a small smile. She paused and Renee started to relax just a little. Some of the girls thought that Ms. Anders was a bit strange and a lot of the kids acted as though the cleaning staff didn't exist but the young girl considered that to be rude. She had overheard some of the boys making comments about her a few times. She was not a classically beautiful woman but she had a pretty face and was not so much heavy or fat but compact and fairly short, being only a few inches taller than Renee. Ms. Anders also had a reputation for grabbing a girl or two and chattering on about feminism and independence from men. Renee had been subjected to one of her legendary lectures one day when the bus had made it to school early. Renee had not paid much attention to her after the first few minutes but still thought that she was friendly enough.

"Thank you, Ms. Anders," she said. "I'll just get dressed and get to class."

Ms. Anders nodded and smiled wider. She kept standing there and after an awkward pause Renee sat up and reached for some toilet paper. She half expected Ms. Anders to step out of the room but the janitor just stayed there watching her. Finally the young teenager sat up straighter, spread her legs just wide enough and wiped herself. She then tucked her foot into her clothe and stood up, pulling on her jeans. She was looking down buttoning her jeans and about to reach down and pick up her shoe when Ms. Anders spoke in a musing tone, "You know... , if you would like some help with what you were in here doing..."

Startled by this new twist in the conversation Renee could only say "Wha? Um, I wasn't...", before trailing off into silence.

Ms. Anders, already close in the small room, stepped even closer and smiled. "We both know what you were doing honey, you were playing with yourself. And if I'm right you were nowhere close to being done were you?" She shook her head. "That Cranston. He never cares about the girls."

Renee gasped and felt her face turning scarlett. Ms Anders smiled wider at her reaction. "What? You think we don't notice things like that? Pretty girls wandering down the hallway with that man taking his lunch in his classroom every damn day? He squats there like a spider just waiting for a pretty little piece of meat like you to come in begging not to be failed. Do you know how long he's been doing that? I'll tell you how long. He was doing it even before I was a student here. Of course that wasn't really that long ago but I heard about it from my sister and she graduated before I was out of Elementary School..." She broke off and scowled, "Men! They will get you every time girlie. I'd bet cash money that he didn't do anything to help you get off did he?"