Notty High - For Naughty Teens Ch. 02

(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated. This story will make more sense if you start from the beginning, but hopefully, you can enjoy it anyways. All characters are 18 .)

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The walk back to class felt like the longest walk of my life. In the heat of the moment I was too stunned by what was happening to pay much attention. Walking back I had plenty of time to remember Hilary ripping my track pants off and blowing me in the middle of class. If it hadn't been for Ms. Maven's kind words of encouragement, I probably would have just dropped out of school and never come back to class.

The closer I got to the classroom, the more I realised that I could hear yelling coming from the room. Something about being a slut, irresponsible, three time senior. By the context clues, and what Ms. Maven had told me, I guessed that it was Hillary's mom, the principal, yelling at her. I got to the door and peered in without actually entering the room.

I couldn't see much from my vantage point. Namely Ms. Maven in her ankle length pencil skirt and brown sweater. She was standing by her desk watching whatever fiasco was going on at the front of her classroom. She noticed me, and with a subtle gesture of her hand, beckoned me to come in.

"Where do you think I got it from Mom? The whole school knows you're screwing Mr. Beldin and Mr. Quell. We've even seen the video of you with Mr. Shel, Ms. Vera, and Mrs. Buchanan. The only person in this school you probably haven't humped is Ms. Maven, and that is only because she's such a prude that she's probably still a virgin."

I'm not sure if it was the insult or the loud slap that made Ms. Maven flinch. The red mark on Hillary's face left little to the imagination of what the noise was. That was when she noticed me. She stood there, still covered in my cum, and suddenly smiled at my entry into the room.

Her sudden distraction drew Ms. Beavers unwanted attention to me. She glanced over at me, and then back at her daughter. "Go to your gym showers and get cleaned up. After you get changed, I'm driving you home."

"Fine." Hillary's tone was suddenly jovially defiant. As she walked towards the door, she winked at me and peeled her t-shirt off revealing her softball sized breasts and a pink satin bikini. Her shirt smeared even more cum all over her face and hair.

I couldn't help but stare, along with all of the other students. Even the janitor who was mopping the cum off the floor watched her leave. Just before she stepped out of the room, she unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the floor. This revealed a matching pair of pink panties that scrunched up in the back.

Ms. Beaver sighed loudly and rolled her eyes. Then she looked at me and asked if she could see me in the hallway. I felt my stomach drop. I was sure I was in trouble again. I stepped into the hall and she apologised to Ms. Maven for the trouble before joining me.

When she met me in the hall, her expression was that of defeated exhaustion. "I'm sorry for what my daughter did to you. Please don't press charges."

I blinked in confusion. Press charges, I didn't even think that was an option. "Why would I press charges?"

"Because she sexually assaulted you. She has her problems, but she's my daughter, and she is so close to actually graduating this time."

I was still a little confused by the conversation when I said, "Yeah, sure. Don't worry about it."

"Thank you so..." Her voice trailed off when she saw the imprint of my log through my pants trailing down my leg. She just stared at it for a few seconds. Suddenly she realised what she was doing. She shook the fog from her head and said, "Sorry, I don't know where my mind went. I... I've got to go." And then she drifted down the hallway clearly distracted by something.

I stepped back into the classroom and the entire room stood and gave me a round of applause. This day just kept getting stranger and stranger. Even the janitor seemed to be staring at me admiringly. Ms. Maven quickly quieted everyone down. "OK. Class. Before Hillary's little outburst."

A kid in the back made a crack about I was the one with the outburst. "That's a detention Michael." The kid cursed under his breath and Maven gave him another. "Anyways, as part of Drew's community service, he has to do some after school tutoring. Does anyone want to sign up?"

Every hand in the room shot up. Ms. Maven smiled with tight lips. "And just so you know, he doesn't have anymore of that chemical that made him big anymore." Half the guys hands dropped. "And he doesn't have the recipe either. The rest of the guy's hands dropped. "OK, I don't have time to interrogate all of you about your actual need for tutoring or not. So, I'm just going to leave a sign up sheet by the door."

Ms. Maven hung the sign up sheet and the girls in the class surged for it. "After class!" She yelled. And then they sulkily slunk back to their seats.

Every eye was on me as I walked back to yenibosna escort my desk. Ms. Maven did her best at salvaging what remained of the hour. She talked about advanced chemistry and formulae. All of which was right up my alley, but it was basic stuff that I had mastered my freshman year. So, I was bored, and distracted.

And by that, I meant that I was stiff as a board and distracted by the redhead that kept glancing over at me and inching her skirt up little by little. She was pretending like she had an itch on her beautiful pale thigh a little higher every time. At one point I was surprised that I didn't see her panty line on her hip.

The bell rang and half the girls ran for the sign up sheet, and the other crowded around my desk to talk to me. I had no clue what to say to these beautiful women though. Thankfully, they would not stop asking me questions. Even stranger, was the fact that they all seemed to be more interested in tabletop RPGs than any other woman I had ever talked to, other than Brittany.

"I love role playing." Said one brunette. "My ex and I used to dress up and role play in the bedroom all the time."

That seemed a little weird to me that they would game in the bedroom. "Wouldn't that be hard to roll the dice on the bed?"

"No. My exes dice stayed fairly well put." The girl made a hand gesture like she was circling Meridian balls in her hand and all the girls laughed.

Not getting people's jokes is common for me, so I just laughed with the group. Another girl spoke up. "Do you ever chain people up when you play in your Dungeons?"

I figured she was making some joke about D