A Different Kind of High School Romance

I have a reputation for being...something of a ditz. Not exactly brainless, but just a tad bit naïve. Gullible. Easy to fool. You get the idea. Mom and dad have always thought of me as their sweet little girl, and even after I started my freshman year of high school they wanted to shield me, keep me innocent. So I never really got "the sex talk". I'd never even really talked about being interested in boys before, so I guess they assumed if they just put off bringing up the subject that I would stay out of any trouble.

The boys at school didn't feel the same way.

It didn't take long for them to pick up on my clueless nature, and rather than leave me alone because of it, they all seemed more drawn to me than any other girl. In just a few short weeks I went from knowing nothing about sex to knowing everything - everything except that I shouldn't be letting every Tom, Dick, and John who said hello to me in the morning have his way. Blowjobs were introduced as a way to pass the time on the bus. Fucking in the bathrooms were a great way to spend lunch hour. Nudes were something natural to send a guy if he texted you saying he thought you looked nice that day. In no time at all I went from my parents' sweet, innocent little girl to the school bicycle, and all while remaining just as oblivious to what I was doing as I had been before!

Which is where you come in. You're a teacher of mine, though the subject doesn't particularly matter. On a Friday afternoon, you happen to catch me with a boy behind the football bleachers. Like most staff, you know me as a sweet and helpful girl, but now you see me down on my knees, stockings stained by grass and dirt and my sweater bunched up around my chest as I gleefully bob my head up and down on the cock of one of the less popular football players. It was the least I could do, really, since he asked me out and I'm still not allowed to go on dates. A quick "I'm sorry" BJ before heading home is the best way to make it up to him.

How will you react upon finding this site? Will you interrupt, send the boy home, and have me finish you instead? Will you let us finish and catch me afterwards? Maybe bring it up during class on Monday?