"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
I didn't move away, but as with Taylor, neither did I encourage her. "I have a lot of work to do yet tonight, Abbie." True. I was in no state to do any of that work right now, but I could forgive myself that one small omission. "Oh, fine. C'mon, C-dawg, let's get you out of here." She stood, then hauled me up behind her. I brushed the dust off my butt. "Thank you again. Before we go, though, I wondered if you might permit me one small question." "Go for it." "Taylor told me a lot of things. About how she'd been your boss all along, the stuff she did to Tabitha, to Officer Barbour and Ms. Salata. Now I'd like you tell me if there's anything else she did. Anything Iwon't like," I said, emphasizing the phrasing from the Serenex to help prompt her if she was taciturn. She did seem to be thinking. I decided to chalk up how long she thought to her still recovering from the drug. "Nah, don't think so," she answered anticlimactically. "Look, maybe Taylor told you not to tell anyone, som
I was a doll. After checking the nearby intersection, I waved her out of the room. Nobody was coming closer in any direction, at least not close enough to recognize her or care. The only exception was Isa, who was pretending to text on her phone nearby as she kept watch for us. "It's clear. Leave via the athletics area doors. If you open the E doors without the security code, you'll set off the alarm." I waved her toward the specified exit. A short time later, from my classroom window I could see her strutting down the sidewalk heel-toe peacocked. She'd know I was watching, yes, but she'd walk that walk anyway. It only took an hour of incessant, ear-splitting ringing for the alarm to stop. And that was it. No more students until August. The end of an otherwise unremarkable year, save for one entirely accidental harem and nearly getting fired and sent to prison. Hell, after how things had gone with Taylor, I wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't find some way to flip this around on me y