After School Classes at Philpot High

Tamla Green

The bio lesson had been as tedious as always. Miss Fucker was rabbitting on about some nonsense Tamla figured that everyone knew already or were too stupid to get. She'd fallen asleep within ten minutes. When she awoke she caught the glances between Fucker and Tommy - a hot stud if ever she saw one. She smiled as she heard the question about chromosomes and, having waited for anyone else to pick up on the obvious called out...

"You gotta have chromosomes so Tommy can get into your genes, aint that right, Miss Fucker?"

The laughter woke up half the class.
 
Leslie

As we were headed for the door I saw Rick again. He was looking right at me so being the tease I am I looked and him and smiled. That is when he motioned for me to come over to the table.

He had said something about a party Friday after the game. Hum, that would be quite interesting. I took a french fry off his plate and dipped it in ketchup and then put it to my lips. I didn't bite into it though, I gently took it in my mouth and sucked a bit. I loved watching the boys when their eyes bugged out. Marrissa looked over at me and started laughing.

I finally bit daintly into the fry and said, "Maybe. What is in it for me if I come?" I licked the remaining bit of ketchup off the fry and finished it off. I was sort of happy that the diner always served Dr. Pepper in those old fashioned soda pop bottles from the fifties. That helped me tease some too.

I took his drink, and licking the top of the bottle as if I were licking someone's head, I pressed my lips to it, kissing it. Then I took the bottle in my mouth, as if I was giving the best blow job ever. After I was done, I took a swig of it and waited for my answer.
 
Rick

I watched as she played with the fries and then tongue fucked my soda bottle. Watching carefully to see what her friend did. If she wanted to play that game I could play it. My hand very casually touched the hem of her skirt and my fingers rubber her thigh then slowly I withdrew my hand. Being very casual and making sure she wouldn't think it was more than incidental contact. After all she was dropping her beautiful body over our table to grab stuff. "Well Leslie I guarantee you won't be dissapointed. I have some pictures I think you might be interested in seeing. I can't tell you much in the diner but if you ever tell anyone about what I am going to show you it could be real fun or real dangerous." Rangi started to speak but I cut him off. "We just cant discuss it in the diner but trust me its well worth your time. I can even give you a ride to the party if you want after the game." I shifted under the table casually. Last thing I wanted was for her to see that her little tongue job on the bottle had turned me on. She purposefully had put her breasts in my face as she leaned down to put the bottle down. She wasn't the first to tease and taunt me and I could tease and taunt with her back but she was pretty good at it. "Just come to the party. You will not be dissapointed sweetheart." Taunting her with the sweetheart bit.
 
Leslie

His hand left my thigh. I could get the hang of playing him.

"Well, I will go if Marissa goes." I say before turning to Marissa. "You do want her to .....come? I whisper into his ear.
 
Rick

Her whisper rang through my head. My eyes took in the view of Marissa in her short skirt. Well to be honest I didn't know this girl at all but hey two girls are always more fun than one and I really wanted to show Leslie the pictures. If she saw the pictures things at school might change dramatically. As my eyes ran over her legs I looked up at Leslie and with a smile, "Sure she can come. Do you need a ride?" I waited for her answer and really hoped she did. What I wanted to show her was in the truck and after I showed her the pictures I wanted to have some fun just hanging out and get drunk like all ball players do.
 
Leslie

"Yes, sure I could take a ride. Speaking of ride, you have a truck right? Why don't you give us a ride to school?"

I winked at Marissa. She and I both knew that his truck only held three people. The only way it would hold four was to sit in someone's lap.
 
Rangi

I had walked over to the counter to pay the bill when I looked over and saw Leslie 'playing' with Rick's food. 'Oh christ, here they go again.' I thought. Leslie and Rick always were flirting in an overly sexual way, and I was always caught up in it. Most times I would drive his piece-of-shit truck while he was going at it with some bimbo in the cab.
I walk over to their group and say 'hello' just as I heard that they were going to come to our party. Flashes of the 2 beautiful young women getting drunk and going a bit wild screamed through my mind as we walked out to the truck. Leslie and Marissa were saying something, but I wasn't paying attention.
 
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Marissa

It was funny. I knew I was just as hot as Leslie, but whenever guys were around, they'd be mesmerised by her.

Of course, I could understand perfectly how that could be, since...well, I'd had a bit of a crush on her myself, but that didn't mean I had to be invisible, did it?

"So, we'll see you on Saturday, then," I said, "Providing we get through our...detention." I put the emphasis on the last word, then Leslie and I both assumed mock-surrender poses.

Leslie blew a kiss to Rick, and I quickly steered her towards the exit. We didn't need another 'display'.
 
Rangi

Detention at this school is a joke. All that you do is sit around chatting for 3/4 of an hour then you go home. Big Fucking Deal. Ever since I came here about 6 months ago, I had been in detention for lots of piddly little shit. Littering, Swearing at a teacher. Back home, you would have to come close to killing someone before you got a detention.

When we got to Rick's truck, I leaned over to him and whispered to him that I would drive so he could sit in the back with his new best friends. He thanked me and I hopped in and started the truck.

'This is a pretty fucked up truck Rick. When are ya gonna get this thing fixed up?'

He didn't answer, instead got in the back and Leslie got on his lap. 'Lucky bastard' I thought to myself. However, Marissa has a certain spark about her. Not the 'I'm a slut, fuck me ' spark that Leslie had, but a different one that was intoxicating to Rangi. He looked over and smiled at Marissa who was sitting next to him in the truck, then started it and drove down the road.
 
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Miss Johnson

I sat in my chair, wiggling as I remebered all that had went on when that picture had been taken. Just the thought of it had turned me on, here I am getting a lecture from the principle and my nipples are hard and my pussy is getting wet. I'm just too damn horny sometimes I think to myself. Ms. Darnell proposes her little idea of thie "sex class" of sorts. "You know what Ms. Darnell, I think it's a great idea. I know the first two people I want in my class two, those two little prisses Leslie and Marissa. I know I could teach them a thing or two about sex" Now relaxed since I'm not in trouble for those pictures as I lean back in my chair glancing at Ms. Darnell's legs as I cross mine, my skirt riding up my thighs.
 
Rick

I never am sure why Rangi wants to drive my truck. He always seems to want to drive and yet in the same breathe call it a piece of shit. Which by no means it is. Okay so my truck is 15 years old and yeah it's had better days but hey its mine and its been mine since I turned 16 and no telling how many women I had done in that truck. Whether in the cab or in the bed of the truck we had had our times in that truck so to me it was a pretty classy machine.
I had had no intention of going to class. Any class but much less one taught by that Fucker lady. Biology was not my thing, well heck for that matter school wasn't my thing. Baseball was my thing. If you can't throw it over the strike zone or hit it out of the park I don't understand it. Sometimes Rangi says things that I wish he would just keep quiet. Sure he wanted to ride anywhere with the girls. Granted Leslie is drop dead gorgeous and hey with a little work I might could get Marrissa to like ole Rangi but no promises on that one. I think Rangi would have rode to the city dump if thats where they had of wanted to go.
Along the way to the school I tried to play it cool and not flirt with Leslie as much as I normally would have. I kind of felt bad abou t the comments. I don't want to be thought of as such a jerk especially when it comes to the ladies.
 
I sigh. She too did not fully understand. "It isn't truly a sex class I have in mind. But a class where we use their interests, sex, to help them discipline themselves and learn control, and responsibility. understand? We teach them what true sex can be, by teaching them patience, control, to slow down and liten. What they can learn by this is so important. To every facet of life. Have you never been with someone who would not let you cum?" Deciding to be blunt. "Someone who controlled the whole thing. What you did, and didn't do. Then slowly turned it over to you. So that in the end, you were the on in charge. But having learned control and responsibility from them first. These kids need that. Right now they think that life is a party, a game to be played. Shouldn't we teach them the right rules?"
 
Rangi

Sure, I hated being an accomplice to Rick in most ways, but there were 2 main reasons why I always do it. The first being that I love driving. Driving is always an escape for me, I can daydream and be driving at the same time, and afterwards, I feel 10 times better than when I started. The second reason being that Rick was vital to the team. He always needed to wind down for about a week before a big game. Unlike me, his way of winding down is sex. I put up with it not just to be a friend, but to also help us win any games that are coming up.

I glanced over at the glove box and remembered about the pictures of Ms. Johnson. I had been given one by Rick the other day and put it in my locker, waiting to find the right person to give it to.
 
Olivia Armstrong

OOC: Hope it's ok to jump in here. 5'2", long red hair past her shoulders, green eyes. 18, and very intelligent, dressing moderately and keeping her beautiful eyes hidden by glasses. She's a vixen-in-waiting, her first unsatisfying sexual experience this summer in the back of her high school boyfriend's Toyota camry.

IC:
Awoken by the sounds of laughter during Ms Fuqir's boring Biology lecture, Olivia raises her head. She rubs her eyes and sleepily focuses on Tamla, who is grinning a few seats ahead of her. She has always been fascinated by the "bad girl" in Tamla, but was too afraid to approach her. Olivia continues her silent appreciation of Tamla, biting her lip nervously and mentally begging for Tamla to turn around and catch her spying.
 
Miss Johnson

Listening carefully about Ms. Darnell's idea now. "Well no, I guess I haven't had someone hold me to that point, or even have control over me at all. But I must admit, it does sound exciting." I couldn't believe what I was discussing with the principal. A class like this for the students, would they be willing to go along with it? Then again, maybe they wouldn't even have that choice.
 
Josh

OOC: Ok, it's been awhile, but I'd like to join in. Josh is not the greatest looking guy, but he's not the worst looking guy either, he's more of the average kid that people usually forget about in school. Intelligent yes, for he has managed to survive school with a high grade point average.

IC:
I felt Ms. Fuquir struggling in front of the class, so I decided to answer, regardless of what the others thought, even if they weren't listening.

"Um, Ms. Fuquir, I do believe we have chromosomes because it contains our genetic code. I think humans have 46 chromosomes, 23 from the mother, and 23 from the father, each chromosome carrying specific characteristics of the body. Whether they be height, weight, eye color, or many other various things."

I sat knowning that my answer was pretty much right. Not caring that everyone else was asleep.
 
Ms Darnell

"They will go along at first because we hold their futures in our hands, but then they will slowly come to realize the gift we are giving them, and enjoy the teaching. I am not talking anything severe, but light bondage, discipline, controlling their sexual desires, till they learn to control them themselves. It will take more then one session." Walking behind her again. One hand laid on her shoulder.
"Perhaps, I should show you?"
 
Olivia Armstrong

Momentarily interrupted in her appreciation of Tamla, she raised her head to listen to the intelligent boy in the corner of the room. She knew the answer, of course, but didn't want to draw attention to herself by raising her hand.

She smiled over at him as he spoke, and tried to remember his name. Justin? Jeffrey? She had seen him in National Honor Society in high school, and various other academic associations to which she had belonged. He wasn't a looker like Tommy, but he had this shy quality that intrigued her. Josh! That was his name.

Afraid to be caught staring at yet another fellow Biology student, she lowered her head, but stole momentary glances over her glasses. She attempted to take notes but couldn't concentrate all of a sudden. She kicked herself for her admiration of the two very different characters in the room, for neither of them would probably ever notice the shy girl in the corner.
 
Tamla Green

Tamla grinned at the laughter, and stole a quick glance around the class as Josh decided to be square and give the right, and obvious, answer. She wouldn't expect any more than that from him. She didn't notice Olivia until she suddenly stared downwards in shy embarassment. So, the carrot top liked Josh huh? Well, time to play again.

"Hey, Miss Fucker - how about a practical lesson in sex instead of all this bullshit talk. I'm sure Josh and Olivia will show us how it's done... right??"

Now everyone was turning to stare at the shy girl and swat.
 
Olivia Armstrong

"Hey, Miss Fucker - how about a practical lesson in sex instead of all this bullshit talk. I'm sure Josh and Olivia will show us how it's done... right??" Tamla exclaimed, grinning with an evil glint in her eye.

All heads seemed to stare in Olivia's direction as the redness started to rise in Olivia's cheeks. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked desperately around, hoping that there was another Olivia in the room. Everyone was awake now, and all eyes were focusing on her face, which was quickly becoming the shade of her hair. Swallowing deeply, she tried to wet her throat and breathe normally but found both exceedingly difficult.

Attention was one thing, embarassment was quite another, Olivia thought with rising horror.

She swallowed again and attempted to protest, her eyes mentally pleading with Tamla's mocking grin. "M-...Me?" she stammered meekly. " I, I uh...I don't think that would be.."

She stared helplessly at Josh and Ms Fuqir, hoping one of them would save her from this horrible predicament so that she could just sink back into the oblivion of anonymity.
 
Tamla Green

Tamla laughed. "Oh come on, I know you wanna do him - I saw you starin'. Why pretend, huh? I mean, it aint like anyone here is gonna object if you two get busy, is it? Right guys??"

OOC: BTW, have we lost Miss Fuqir and Tomas?
 
Olivia Armstrong

She stared, horrified at Tamla before attempting to reply. If only Tamla knew that she was equally admired by the shy teenager just seconds before Olivia started ogling Josh. The thought did excite her a little, but she was damned if she was going to let that be known. Prudishness was expected by those who knew Olivia, and it would completely destroy her if everyone knew the darker side of her sexual desires.

Gaining resolve, she took a deep breath. "I do not know what you're talking about, Ms. Green. I was simply..." She paused to collect her thoughts and choose the correct word. "Admiring..."

Her voice trailed off as she glanced at Tamla's mocking face. Tamla was clearly not buying her "holier-than-thou" defense. Before she knew what she was saying, the words escaped her mouth. "So what if I want to do him! I could probably teach you a thing or two," she blurted.
 
Tamla Green

That was unexpected. Olivia was frigid - or so Tamla, and the rest of the class, thought. It took Tamla a moment to recover. "Well, well..." she said eventually. "Looks like Carrot's got a little more guts than I figgered... Ok, Olivia - why don't you teach me?! Go on, he's right there and gagging for it. Whaddayamean how do I know? He's a guy aint he?" Sexist tho the comment was, the jocks laughed at how true it was.
 
Olivia Armstrong

Olivia smiled in spite of herself at the look of shock on Tamla's face. She was slightly disappointed that her comment didn't completely shut the "bad girl" up, but Olivia knew in her heart that Tamla would take it a step further.

Olivia smiled meekly at the jocks laughing around her, and knew that Tamla was right. Josh, being a guy, was most likely up for it, but he hadn't so much as turned her way. Maybe he was embarassed as well, or disgusted in her interest in him.

Olivia was hardly dressed for seduction in her plain plaid skirt and long sleeved modest blouse. She looked like a page in the JC Penney's catalog, found in the girls 7-14 category. Her look was immature and out-of-date, but Olivia's parents insisted upon it. As long as she was under their roof, she had their rules.

Olivia took a deep breath, and frowned. Ms Fuqir was stunned into submission at the front of the class, stumbling blindly through her notes on chromosomes. She was obviously not going to step in. She flitted her eyes in Josh's direction before fixing her stare once again on Tamla's smug grin.

What on earth have I gotten myself into? thought Olivia as she bit her lip nervously.

"Ok, Tamla. I'm game," she managed to blurt out. "But what if I was more interested in someone else other than Josh?"

She winked in Tamla's direction, and breathlessly awaited Tamla's response.
 
Josh

Embarrassed? Yes, I was. Suprised? Yes I was. I was use to be left alone and not recognized. The "good" looking kids were always noticied first, and I seemed to drift off into the background, for I was normal. I wasn't what you considered a geek, and I wasn't a jock, so people forgot about me. Just as I began to spoke, the bell rang.

Shit. I thought. Too bad, things were getting interesting.
 
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