My schedule had exactly zero seconds allotted for argument. Instead of joining her in snarky banter, I reached into the pocket of my slacks, withdrew the canister of Serenex I'd brought along in my briefcase, and sprayed. She glanced back just in time, ducking down and avoiding the first blast, which went right through where she'd been standing and splashed across the grill in a hiss of acrid steam. I corrected my aim quickly, spritzing her bare arm. A brown stripe bloomed on her tanned skin, and then the canister went silent. Shaking it did nothing but rattle. It was empty, the last remnants soaking into my student's skin. "Fuck me... You really wasted the last of your shit on me," she said, dismayed. "I can't believe it." "Believe later. For now, grab some appropriate clothes. You can put them on in the car." I snatched an oven mitt from the grill stand and used it to wipe off the rest of the solution, then seized her by the arm. It was already doing its work; there was no resist
"All right. Now let's get you dressed. In the meantime, you open your mouth and I'm going to shove this in there." I very much doubted that would be how my pathetic, fumbling attempt to gently place the butt-end of a bratwurst between her lips could look like, but her defenses were no more robust than my attack. "Maybe you'll swallow some and maybe you won't, but it's your choice if you want to gamble."As the blunt sausage gradually wormed between her lips, I was ashamed to feel a bit of deja vous. At least she had the sense not to unclench her teeth.She refused to budge, however. Crap. I hadn't counted on that. I managed to nudge her - really more herding her ahead of me with my larger bulk - but pushing someone was suddenly so difficult. By the time I got her to her bedroom, the class would be lined up outside my room, wondering why they were locked out. Shit.This... had not gone like I had hoped. Why they had their own Serenex and what they'd done with it, I would ponder later.
"Taylor's not always so bad, you know. Some girls, they aren't wired for high school. Sitting still eight hours a day, doing what they're told all the time, raising their hand to speak, permission to use the bathroom, all the tedium and the drama... Taylor's a very smart and ambitious young woman, but I think she may simply need a little time, and patience, and love. Some people don't really figure themselves out until they step out into the real world and find their tribe, so to speak. A place to fit in." Mr. Stern seemed to mull that over for a few blocks. Or maybe he was just focusing on the road. That was good, considering he was doing forty down an alleyway and had already hit a couple trash cans. "Evidently you found someplace you fit just fine." I didn't miss his not-so-casual glances to his stepdaughter and at where Taylor was clinging for dear life in his rear view mirror. He rounded a corner, and GHS was visible in the distance. "The north entrance would be fine, Stan." Go
"Determined to fail," I said with a sigh. "Should have seen it coming, I guess." "It's what I deserve, right?" she answered with a smirk. "You do deserve to fail, but... god damnit, Taylor, you could at least try. You'd be surprised how often people will cut you some slack if you at least make an effort." She looked on as I flipped through the pages, the scores of meaningless, sulky lines of words. By the final few pages, she'd begun drawing instead, a crude but unmistakable rendition of her launching herself like a rocket, only in place of rocket flames was a cock. Mine, I supposed. Classy. Instead of trying to walk out like the rest of the class had, however, Taylor hopped up on my desk with her peculiar talent of graceless dexterity. She folded her legs beneath her and, I discovered a moment later once I managed to look up, smirked down at me as I tried and failed not to be mesmerized by her bared legs. For as much as I obsessed over her boobs, those things really didn't get eno
That wasn't to say she hadn't sucked my dick. There was a big difference, though, between getting your dick sucked and getting a blowjob. She licked her way up the whole length, then ever-so-patiently, oh-so-lovingly swallowed her way back down. She moaned. Taylor Stern had moaned around my cock like it was doing her a favor. It was so slow, so painstaking, so motherfucking wet, I forgot what I was supposed to say. "Yes," I guessed. She laughed, but it didn't stop her. Thank god. Or, no, I wanted to stop her. Yes. I had questions. Just... not yet. It would be rude to interrupt. Darned Serenex. At the rate she was going, I didn't think I would ever get off. I didn't want to, because it might end this. Suddenly, it ended. My eyes opened, and there was Taylor on her way to her feet, two hard nipples dragging up my chest. Then she took away even that - which, um, I wanted, we should not be doing this - only to turn around and pull down her shorts and the pale pink thong she'd worn bene
One corner of her mouth ticked upward, then Taylor kissed along my cheek until it wasn't still all spitty. "What, you saying you, like, love me or something?" One side of her mouth was a smirk. "Gross, cooties." Why hadn't I drugged her more often? "I don't even know what the word is for what I felt about you Taylor. You're... horrible, frankly. You're mean, and dishonest, and selfish, and arrogant, and-" My neck received a pinch, if only a mild one. "I'm sure there's a but coming somewhere soon, yeah?" "But, you do something to me that nobody else ever has. I lose sleep over you, wishing you were somewhere I could fuck you, touch you, even just look at you. That's coming from a guy who's had six other women servicing the hell out of his cock for weeks on end, and I still can't get you out of my head." Why was I saying these things? I was trying to break up with her, not endear myself further. The goddamn Serenex was making me a little too comfortable with honesty, and as it turne
I held up a hand, but softly. "Fair to say, it's hypocritical of me to get on my high horse about who fucked with whose head. I'll grant you that. Still, you violated my trust. You nearly cost me my career. Hell, you could have sent me to prison, all because you had to adhere to your twisted Emersonian creed about not fitting in when you could because you couldn't fit in when you wanted to." "Don't-" "I care about you Taylor. Love, attraction, self-defeating personality, call it what you want, but I do. But you're not being fair to me if you think I have to throw away my whole life just to prove to you that I'm as hardcore of a rebel as you. If the fact that I drugged you, ogled you, stripped you, and fucked you on the very first day I realized I could doesn't show that I'm willing to go against the grain, then nothing will. Even if I could get past everything you've done, and who am I kidding, I'm sure I would have the next time you kissed me, you and I do not work. "I can't stand
The closet in question wasn't fifty feet from my classroom, designated for the use of the English department. We mostly used it for storage and to file away student papers, a file the district started in kindergarten and returned to graduating seniors. (In my case, since I'd been out most of last week, my substitute had gotten to distribute them and revel in that moment. Not that I was bitter.) As locations went, it ought to be safe, or at least as safe as one could hope for in a building with over two thousand people roaming around in it. At least there were until a few minutes ago. Now the students were gone, and any papers graded and returned. Nobody should have a reason to come in here until August.I tried to glare at Isa, identifiable by her uniform even from a couple hundred feet down the school's central corridor, but her exposure to Serenex did no more to suppress her laughter than my own did to ignore it. As she'd said, Abbie stood by in the dormant closet. She didn't even g