Teacher's Surprise - Sex Stories

Teacher's Surprise

Just a few more seconds until I’m out of this hellhole. I’m finally gonna go from high school senior to full time adult. So many plans. So many opportunities. So much time on my hands. I just wish people weren’t dickheads to the teachers, though. They already work hard enough as it is. It’s just salt to the wound.

Like now, Ms. Tanner’s tried to calm everyone down, but they’re too busy acting like coked up bats out of hell that she’s just said “Fuck it” and is just waiting for the countdown along with us. It’s sad, really. But my sympathy goes right out the window as the final bell rings, signaling everyone to peace the fuck out. And lord knows there are no objections to that demand.

As everyone makes a beeline for busses and cars as Ms. Tanner’s flipping all of them off, I’m taking my time. I’ve got no rush. I’m gonna savor every second of this. I’m finally done. Plus, I don’t wanna get trampled before walking to my car.

I finish packing my things before saying,

“Later, Ms. T. You’ve been great.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she responds, not even turning in my direction, “Just make good choices. Cause if you don’t, they’ll bite you right on the ass.”

“I already know that. I mean, just look at you.”

Now it’s my turn to be flipped off before we share a laugh and I step out the door. She’s such a good lady. I hope life turns around for her. I stroll my way towards the exit, but as I’m walking, I pass the bathroom, where I clearly hear someone crying. Must be a junior ...

... that’s facing the fact that they’re not making it this year. Or maybe a senior who doesn’t know what to do now. You know what? In either regard, it’s better for someone to coach them through it.

I step inside the bathroom and notice that one stall’s shut. That’s where the crying’s coming from. I walk over there and knock.

“Everything going alright in there?” I question.

I then hear rustling and shifting as if they’re trying to fix themselves up.

“Yeah,” she answers with a shaky tone, “Everything’s fine. Just go ahead without me. I’ll catch up in a moment.”

“This isn’t a teacher. I’m a student. Well, not anymore, but I just heard you crying and wanted to see if I could help in any way.”

“Oh, well, thank you for your concern, but like I said, I’m fine. I didn’t mean to make such a ruckus. But you should probably head on to your bus.”

“I drive.”

“Well, you wouldn’t wanna keep your parents waiting.”

“Livin’ all by myself.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yup. Long story short, I adapted to some pretty…extreme tactics that some go through when they turn 18.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks. Now, could you open the door so you can tell me your problem?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why?”

“I…I just can’t, ok?”

“Look, if you’re worried about me spreading rumors, even if I were that bitchy of a student, it’s not like I’d be here to spread it. And if you’re worried about me laughing, problems come in all shapes and sizes. If the reactions to ...