I heeded his advice and pointed the tip of his cock at my cheek just in time for me to receive a long, hot rope of cum on my face. I rotated my head so that it was pointing at my mouth and parted my lips, taking the rest of his load all over my braces and tongue. “Damn, bitch!” he whispered as he shoved himself deep in my mouth released one last sharp blast of jizz. I sucked the tip of his cock dry as he pulled it out, a long, thick string of spit connecting us momentarily as I did.
“Take my phone,” I mumbled, struggling to speak and simultaneously keep his cum pooled in my mouth. I handed it up to him and watched as he quickly pushed a couple of buttons on it.
“It’s ready,” he said as I grabbed his softening dick and pointed it at my face. Once again I smiled, showing off all of Blake’s semen that had seeped into my braces, and turning my head so that the streak across my cheek showed up in the picture too. Once he snapped a couple of pictures, I quickly swallowed his cum and wiped off my face with my hand.
“Fuuuck, Leah,” he said, putting his penis away and leaning up against the wall as I rinsed my mouth out. “That was the most-”
“Hit the bricks, Blake,” I said as I grabbed some paper towels.
“What?” he replied.
“Leave. Now! Go back to class.”
“But-”
“I fucking told you this was a one time thing, Blake. I got what I needed out of you, and now you need to go. Don’t get all attached or anything. And if you tell anyone about this, or if you try and communicate with me in any way ever again, I’m pulling the rape card. Got it?”
With a mixture of hurt and anger on his face, he grunted and rolled his eyes at me before leaving my phone on the sink and walking out of the bathroom. I gave it a couple of minutes before heading out behind him, replacing the little yellow sign as I did.
When I got back in the classroom, both Mrs. Cole and Blake’s girlfriend were looking at me strangely. I looked Mrs. Cole in the face as I walked to my seat and mouthed the words “thank you” to her, and immediately her gaze softened. It was so nice to have such a trustworthy reputation. When I sat down in my seat, Blake’s girlfriend looked back at me once more. I smiled in a crooked way and arched my eyebrow knowingly, not looking her direction anymore after that.
At the end of the class period, Blake put his arm around his girlfriend and headed out the door without so much as a glance in my direction. I hoped the fear of his girlfriend finding out combined with the threat of me claiming sexual assault would deter him from ever trying to get in contact with me. He had no place whatsoever in my future. My future belonged to Tevin.
Later that day, as I ate lunch alone at my favorite table outside, I got a text from Tevin saying that he was going to be a little late picking me up from school. This actually pleased me, as it made my final encounter of the day that much easier to accomplish.
While I had my phone in my hand, I decided to take another look at the pictures I had gotten so far that day. I was pleased at how great my ass looked in the first picture with Ronan’s cum all over it. Sometimes I wished my butt were just a tiny bit fuller, but I had to admit it looked pretty great from that angle. Blake had snapped a few pictures of my face after having gone down on him, one of them accentuating the slash of jizz on my cheek, the others focusing more on his cum in my mouth. It had been a very productive day, and I was confident Tevin would be pleased and ready to pounce me when I showed him later.
Suddenly, the bell rang, and I remembered I had one more task to accomplish. I shoved the remainder of my cucumber sandwich in my mouth, gathered my things, and headed to English, which was my last class of the day.
Our teacher, Mr. Garfield, was leading a discussion on The Scarlet Letter, which was a book we were in the middle of reading as a class. “How has Hester Prynne evolved throughout the course of the story so far?” he asked everyone.
As I almost always did, I put my hand in the air immediately. English was my favorite class, and Mr. Garfield was my favorite teacher that I had ever had.
“Can anyone other than Leah take a shot at this one?” he asked aloud. “Not that I don’t appreciate your effort, Leah, but it would be nice to hear from someone, ANYONE, else. How about you, Russell?”
“Um…what?” Russell replied, looking around as if he were surprised to be sitting in a classroom at all in that moment.
Mr. Garfield sighed noticeably. “How has Hester evolved throughout the story so far?” he asked again.
“Um…her hair is longer?” he replied stupidly, eliciting a dumb chuckle from several other students in the room.
Mr. Garfield shook his head, a look of obvious disgust on his face. “Go ahead and just answer, Leah,” he said with a clear tone of disappointment.
“Well, I’d say that at first the scarlet letter she had to wear was something of a burden on her, and brought her suffering. But I think that in some ways now it’s making her stronger and more at peace through her suffering.”
Mr. Garfield smiled at me, a look akin to relief on his face. “Inciteful as always, Leah, thank you.” I beamed, admittedly a little giddy at the personal attention I got from him in that moment.
Neither Ronan nor Blake were anything more to me than tools, and while Tevin was definitely the love of my life, I did find that I had something of a soft spot for Mr. Garfield. He was just a regular guy in his late thirties, brown hair with a few gray streaks, plain clothes adorning a thin and healthy build. I was very satisfied that I had chosen him for the role he was going to play in my little scheme. He was a perfect candidate that I could trust to be gentle and respectful of me.
“Have a wonderful day, everyone,” he said as the final bell of the day rang. As per normal, there was a rush of students gathering their things and all but sprinting to leave while I slowly packed my stuff and lingered in my seat. Mr. Garfield had turned his back to the class as they left, and was erasing the whiteboard as I quietly approached him.
“Do people make fun of your name a lot?” I asked, prompting him to turn and look at me in surprise.
“Um…what?” he replied, clearly put off at my presence.
“Your name, silly. James Garfield. You know, just like the 20th president?”
Mr. Garfield smiled. “I’ve only ever encountered a small handful of people who know that James Garfield was even a president to begin with, let alone the 20th president. Now, if my name had been Abraham Lincoln or something, I’m sure I’d get called out for that a lot more.”
I erupted into a raucous fit of laughter, causing him to jump slightly. I sat my book-bag down on the floor and walked all the way up to his desk, resting my hands on it as I leaned forward slightly, letting my v-neck fall just a touch to expose my modest cleavage. “I loved the discussion today,” I said, watching his face to see if he was looking at me.
“Yeah, well I got the feeling that you may have been the only one who liked it,” he replied as he sat back down in his chair and started doing something on his computer.
“Students are so rude sometimes,” I whined. “It’s a perfectly good book, but they clearly aren’t reading it. And then that makes your job harder because how are you supposed to lead a discussion if they aren’t putting in the effort outside of class.”
He smiled and nodded. “Story of my life, Leah,” he said with a glance in my direction. I was pleased to see his eyes shift down to my chest for just the tiniest fraction of a second.
“You’re the best teacher I’ve ever had, Mr. Garfield.”
“Aww, well thanks, Leah!” He looked at me once more, this time clearly trying not to look at my breasts. “Was there something you needed? School is over now, in case you forgot. Not that I mind your company, of course.”
“Yeah, I didn’t forget,” I said. I stood up and walked around to his side of the desk. I lifted myself up and sat down on a cleared spot on the top of his desk a few feet to his left. “And it turns out that there actually is something I need your help with.”
“Uhh…okay?” he replied, turning to face me while pushing his chair away from me a little bit. I could see that I was making him uncomfortable, I assumed mostly because when I sat on his desk my skirt came up a little and was exposing a decent amount of my thighs. I decided to just go ahead and get to the point so that I didn’t frighten him away completely.
“You ever done any drugs, Mr. Garfield?” I asked, watching him closely for a reaction. His eyes grew wide for a moment, then he settled his face immediately into a more neutral expression.
“Why are you asking me this, Leah?” he asked slowly.
I shrugged. “A couple of years ago I was eavesdropping on a conversation between one of my older cousins and her friend. She’s like in her thirties or something. Anyway, I heard your name come up, and even though you weren’t my teacher at the time, I still thought it would be interesting to listen to what they had to say. You know, it’s crazy how much you can learn by just being quiet and listening. Bet you wish you could hear that kind of logic from all of your students, am I right?”
“Um, sure?” he replied unsteadily.
“Anyway, I was shocked to hear her friend say that you and your friends will often get together and eat brownies with marijuana baked into them. Heck, she even said that you were the one who baked the brownies in the first place! I was very surprised by that information, that’s for sure.”
“Wh-where are you getting this information from, Leah?”
“I just told you! My cousin’s friend somehow knew all of this.”
“What was her name?”
“My cousin?”
“The friend.”
“Oh, um…sorry, it’s been a while. I don’t fully remember. Annie, maybe?”
Mr. Garfield swallowed hard. “Annie?”
“Yeah, I think so. Too bad for you we don’t live in a state where pot is legal, am I right? Anyway, I was shocked that you even had a job here. I thought they made teachers take drug tests.”
“Just when they’re first hired,” he said quietly, looking off into the distance.
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