Next morning.
"Billy, what time is it? You're going to be late for school!
I looked over at the bedside table and saw I had forty-five minutes to take a shower, shave, dress, grab something simple to eat and then run like hell to get to school on time.
Ginny got up and went to the kitchen and fried an egg and made me a sandwich to eat on my way to school.
I barely made it. I fell into my seat exhausted. I didn't have time to stop and get my textbook out of my locker, but I did have a pencil.
Jane sits next to me in class and turned toward me and said "You look like you've been up all night. You look like you've might have gotten some desert last night after you left the café?"
I glanced at Jane, and smiled.
The teacher spoke up, "Jane will you and Billy stop talking and get your textbooks out. You'll need to see the example I'm going to talk about on page 94."
Jane responded, "Sorry, Mr. Jensen."
Then Mr. Jensen noticed I didn't have my book with me.
"Billy, I see you don't have your textbook again. You know you are supposed to bring it to class every day. I can't remember the last time you brought your books to class. Therefore, I'm going to send you to Mrs. Wilson in the counseling office."
He quickly wrote me a pass and he wrote a note to give to Mrs. Wilson telling her I wasn't prepared for class, and I was enrolled in an advanced college prep class. He added on the note 'if Billy isn't interested in passing the SATs then he should be reassigned to a regular class.'
I took the note and left the classroom and headed to the counseling office to see Mrs. Wilson. As I was walking down the hall I ran into Jennifer. She asked me, "Where are you headed Billy?"
I responded, "I was late to class today and forgot my book. You know how irritated Mr. Jensen can get when a student doesn't bring his textbook to class. I overslept last night and just made it inside the classroom as the bell rang. He was mad because Jane said something to me when he started talking, asking us to get out our textbooks. Then he noticed I didn't have mine. I think that was the straw that broke the camel's back, and he sent me out with this note, telling Mrs. Wilson to find me a regular class if I wasn't going to work for an "A" or a "B" in an advanced college class."
"Oh, Billy, I'm sorry. I hope you tell Mrs. Wilson you want to remain in the college prep class. It will help you get into the college you want to attend."
"I'm so fucked up Jennifer, I don't know if I give a shit anymore."
"It's all my fault isn't it Billy. I'm so sorry. I love you so much and I've screwed up your life too, as well as mine, haven't I?"
"No, it is not all your fault. There are lots of things I'm dealing with and I just don't know what to do."
"Yesterday, you said you would be my friend and you would talk and listen to me when I needed someone. I think you need someone who will listen and talk with you. I would love to be that person. Tuesdays and Thursdays after school I'm alone in my mom's house. She works at the hospital on those days until 8 in the morning. If you want to talk with me come to my house like you did yesterday. I would love to help you with whatever needs you have. It's the least I can do for someone as sweet and understanding as you are."
Then she reached up and gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek and walked down the hall toward her classroom. I turned and watched her wiggle her hips as she walked to her class, and as I watched her it occurred to me, I wanted to fuck her again.
She reached her classroom and began to open the door, but then she looked back at me and saw me standing there looking at her. She blew me a kiss and entered the room.
I took a deep breath and the voice inside my head said, "See how stupid you were the other day. She wanted to fuck you. You wanted to fuck her, but you, 'Mr. Stupid,' turned and walked away from her invitation. Now you want to fuck her. Well maybe you'll have another opportunity, but right now you have to face Mrs. Wilson, and you will be tempted again. Good luck stupid."
I walked into the counseling office and gave the pass and note to the counseling secretary and she told me to sit on the bench in front of Mrs. Wilson's office and she would page Mrs. Wilson and tell her I had been sent to the office by Mr. Jensen.
I took my seat. I leaned forward on my knees. "I am fucked up. I don't know what is happening to me; but all I think about is fucking Ginny, but that's not true. I want to fuck Jennifer, and I want to fuck Mrs. Wilson, and after seeing Jane this morning I want to fuck her too.
"Good morning Billy. What brings you to my office home so early this morning?
"Mr. Jensen sent me to talk with you Mrs. Wilson.
"Well, come in and sit down. I have a few items I need to finish up and then we can talk. I'm sorry, but I have to finish writing an assessment for Principal Moore."
"I'm not in any hurry Mrs. Wilson. Take all the time you need. I appreciate you allowing me to sit in here instead of on those hard oak benches outside. The chairs you have in here are very comfortable. If I fall asleep before you're done with your assessment wake me up gently." I smile and she smiled back at me.
"Mrs. Wilson's desk was supported by two filing cabinets. The top of her desk was a beautiful mahogany slab. When she returned to her chair I could see her short red skirt, legs, and red high heel shoes. She had beautiful long well shaped legs and she held her knees tightly together. I thought to myself, "What a waste. She married to Mr. Wilson and he can't even satisfy her sexually. God I wish I could stick my penis into her pussy and suckle her awesome tits, and make her happy. Then I thought, "Billy why do you keep torturing yourself with these fantasies? You have a mom who adores you and wants you to fuck her continuously, forget Jennifer, forget Mrs. Wilson, and forget Jane too. Why do you want to fuck up their lives?"
Then my attention returned to Mrs. Wilson. She was busy writing on her computer, but every once in awhile she would glance up and look over the screen and smile at me. I wondered how many times she looked up when I was thinking to myself a few minutes ago how much I wanted to fuck her. I checked out her legs under her desk again. They were crossed. Dang, I missed her crossing her legs. At least I can see all the way up her thigh. Damn she's hot. I would love to lie between her two long legs and suck on her pussy right now.
I heard a noise and looked up and saw her smiling at me. Oh, shit, she just saw me looking under her desk. She said, "Are you thirsty Billy? If you are, there's sodas and water in my small refrigerator behind my desk. Help yourself. I still have a few more things to do before I can talk with you. I'm sorry that I can't do it now, but I promised Mr. Moore I would get this done for him. He's going to the District Office for a meeting."
"Take your time Mrs. Wilson. I'm not in any hurry. I like being in here with you. It's nice. I like the chairs I can sit in and I think I will get myself some water from your fridge."
"Thank you Billy for understanding and being patient."
When I rose from my chair I caught Mrs. Wilson looking over the top of her computer screen. She smiled as I rose up from where I was sitting. I wonder if she was checking out my trousers for a bump in my pants or a wet cum spot around my crotch?
As I began to walk toward the refrigerator I felt moisture on my leg. Geez, I was leaking pre cum by just checking her out. I moved my right hand down and in front of me hoping if there was a spot she couldn't see it.
What in the hell is going on? I'm as bad as Harry was last night when he cum on his leg and it soaked through his pants material. I wonder how many times Harry masturbated last night after he got into bed. I bet his sheets were filled with sticky smelling cum.
I got the bottle of water and returned to my chair and sat down. She smiled again and I smiled back.
Then I said, "I like how you fixed your hair today Mrs. Wilson. You usually have it in a ponytail and I really like your ponytail, but your hair really looks attractive pulled up onto your head."
"Well, thank you Billy. A woman likes it when a man notices what she's wearing and how she's fixes her hair. I don't get to many compliments from men, or from my husband."
As she finished her sentence she put her crossed leg back on the floor, but she didn't put her knees together like she did before. I couldn't get as good look because I'd moved my chair slightly when I got up to get a bottle of water.
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