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Bad Teacher

... Andrew hitting the later stages of puberty. I wasn’t sure why. Then the semester was over and it was Christmas break. My husband didn’t touch me once during the two-week Christmas break and I fell into a small depression. When my husband was at work I would just lay around the house masturbating. It was the only thing that saved my vacation. But at the same time I couldn’t wait to get back to school and get out of my house; I felt like it was sucking my soul. It’s like that Green Day song I liked back in the 90’s -- but you know, for a chick. The new semester meant a new schedule. I had Andrew for 8th period, the last class of the day. Over the first week I realized that most of the guys and gals coming to my class were freshly showered, so I figured they all had Gym class the period before. Over the weeks Andrew seemed to become more confident and it sounded like his voice had finally changed to a nice bass. Now when he would walk into the class room he would look me in the eyes as he said “Hey Mrs. Collins.” That’s when all the talk started. Teenagers will just talk and talk. Teachers probably know more about these kids then their parents do, but as a teacher you learn to block it out. Half of it is just high school gossip and the other half you wish you hadn’t heard in the first place. But this was undeniable. All the jocks were being nicer to Andrew, calling him “The Babe” or “Louie” or “Slugger;” all the girls would giggle when he walked by. But it seemed nicer for ...

... some reason. It didn’t seem like they were making fun of him but were in awe of him somehow. I couldn’t figure out what was going on until one day Andrew wasn’t in class. The late bell rang and everybody sat down I asked, “Is Andrew here today?” Lance, one, of the jocks laughed and said, “Mrs. Collins, I think he’s at the doctor’s.” “Oh.” I said. All the jocks laughed and Lance said, “Yeah, I think he had to get a cock reduction; he kept tripping over it.” The whole classroom roared with laughter. “Lance!” I shouted. “That is unacceptable, go down to the office right now.” Everybody kept laughing as Lance walked out of the class room. When Lance opened the door Andrew rushed into the room, hair wet from a shower and a late slip in his hand, he looked at me and said, “Sorry I’m late Mrs. Collins.” He handed me the late slip. “Coach Williams made me stay after and help put the baseball bats away.” The whole class lost it and started laughing again. Lance fell on the floor in the hallway, he was laughing so much. I shouted for everybody to stop and walked over to the door and told Lance to get off the floor and get down to the office. Andrew turned red and took his seat, but at the same time he seemed to love the attention. That’s when it all came together for me; the nicknames were baseball references or baseball bat references, and right before my class all the boys would be showering together naked. My face flushed with the realization that this nerdy kid must have a big cock. ...