The New Teacher II

“C’mon, Jacob. Just calm down and just say it.”

Standing in my bathroom, just about to finish my daily morning clean-up routine, I leaned on my sink and gave my reflection in the mirror a stern look. Ever since yesterday, the only thought that had consistently been on my mind was Cicily, her gang of girls from first period, and what she had done to me during lunch period. A goddamn blowjob in front of all those girls, right in the middle of my classroom, that left me feeling floaty and mildly stunned for the rest of the day. Hell, I still felt a bit tingly from Cicily’s pouty lips on me.

No! I splashed some cold water on my face and faced myself in the mirror again. As soon as I woke up this morning, I started concocting some kind of speech I would confront those girls with in order to lay down some fucking boundaries. All sorts of options kept popping into my head. Maybe I should just be harsh and blunt and just tell them to cut it out. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything and just be reassigned, or have those girls moved to a different class. But in between all those ideas, Cicily’s voice kept echoing in my head, “Good. Keep quiet about this, and let us have our fun, and you get to keep your job. Who knows? Maybe you’ll get to have some fun too if you think you can keep up with us.”

“Fun…?”

I almost headbutted myself in the mirror when I said that. I stopped short and just leaned my forehead on the polished glass. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I was really interested in what she and her friends had in store for me. Getting sucked off by one of my teenage students, and the prospect that there could be more from the others, piqued my interest, to put it mildly. Glancing down my down, I saw that my body had definitely made up its mind already.

Even as I made my way out of the bathroom, after working off some frustration due to the memory of Cicily’s lips wrapped around me, all I could think about was what course of action I should take. While I got dressed, I wondered if this whole thing was okay since the girls seemed to be the ones taking initiative. While I made myself something to eat, I tried measuring the risk of getting caught versus the reward of teen girl flesh. As I started my car, I started imagining the horror of going to court and prison. When I pulled into the faculty parking lot, I was nearly drooling while I fantasized about having all those girls at once, their bodies soft and slick with my cum.

By the time I had to get out of my car, which was some time while I tried calming myself down, my mind was still as torn as it was yesterday. If not more so.

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Standing at the front of classroom, writing the lesson introduction on the whiteboard, I heard my first period class begin to fill the room, bit by bit. As long as I was not looking at them, the girls just sounded like any other class, except more high pitched. Just by the sounds, no one would have ever guessed that among them were a group of girls that had cornered me during lunch to sort of have their way with me. For just a moment, I felt a sense of relief in that moment of innocence. But it didn’t last long as I heard one particular voice through in the crowd. Cicily.

I sighed and put the marker down. Turning around, I faced the classroom and found her in the usual place: front and center at her desk. She was turned sideways as she spoke to one of her friends, whom I recognized as one of the girls that watched me get a blowjob from Cicily. I still had time before the bell rang. It was as good a time as ever. I walked right on over to her desk with my best straight face as I could muster. Both her and her friend stopped talking and looked up at me. They showed no fear or anxiety. They just looked at me, smiling, like nothing had ever happened. But I could see the knowing glint in both their eyes.

“Cicily?” I inquired, in a voice that was sterner than I thought I could muster.

Yes, Mr. Cunningham?” She chirped back in a tone that screamed ‘innocent teenage girl’. Somehow that reaction cracked my facade a little. Maybe I was taken aback at just how nonchalant she could be after our encounter. She was more prepared than I was.

Uh… After school, you and your friends need to meet me back here to… discuss an incident from yesterday.”

“Which friends do you mean exactly?” She made no attempt to hide her sarcasm.

My reply was to try and look at her more seriously.

Oh! I see. I’ll make sure to tell them to make some time after classes. Just for you.” She smiled knowingly at me, and her friend chuckled at my expense.

“Good. Be prompt about it.” I turned to walk back to the board. From behind me, Cicily got the last word in.

“As long as you’re there waiting for us, and, Mr. Cunningham, you can call me Cici.”

The way she said that made me freeze for a half a second on my way to the board. I heard the two of them snicker at my back, and I could just feel their eyes burning holes through me. In my attempt to take control of the situation and act like a consummate professional, I think I ended up acting like a kid trying to act like an adult, and failing. Cici was still the one in charge here. Maybe I need to actually sit down and write out my plan. Wait… Did I just call her ‘Cici’? Shit.

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During my first period, I continued my efforts to acclimate myself to all the longing stares the girls were giving me throughout. A thought popped into my head at one point: Was the entire class in on this, or was it just Cici and her gang of five girls? Part of me wished it was former, because then I could possibly have a different girl a night for nearly a month. But the other part of my mind hoped it was the former since the other option seemed like a lot of work, and six girls were more manageable. The last whisper of my conscience tried telling the rest of me that no plan involving any of these girls was a good one. It was quickly being smothered to death.

If there was one good thing that came out of first period, it was that no incident like time occurred. Cici didn’t expose her panties nor her tender youth to me under the desk the entire time. Sure they were all still undressing me with their eyes, but I could go the entire period without popping a boner in front of a class of teenage girls. Hell, during lunch period, not a single girl came in to demand I take my pants off. I’d be lying if I denied that some part of me was disappointed at that last fact.

The day passed without too much incident. Kinda. There were only two interesting things that happened that day. The first, and most minor, was when I caught a couple of girls passing notes in class and, after confiscating the piece of paper, I found out that they were discussing quote, “How big do u think Mr. Cunningham is? I heard a rumor that he was hung like a horse, like 10 inches! I’d like to hear how any1 found that out!