“It was pretty fun to watch,” Liz admitted as they sat at their table in the cafeteria and Vic recounted the story of Marcia’s argument with Sabor. Marcia looked a little shy from the attention but at the same time looked quite proud of herself and glad someone else was telling the story for her. “I think he may have actually been close to shutting up for once.”

“That’s alright,” Marcia said finally, “He’s just an idiot.”

“The problem is though that he’s a smart idiot,” Agnes said, “And I should know.”

“Wasn’t he one of your ‘one and done’s,” Liz asked, pushing the glasses up on her nose.

“Yes, he was ‘done’ with extreme prejudice.”

“Well you seem to have really gotten to him, Marcia,” Owen said, rising up from his seat and looking ahead. “He couldn’t wait to let off some steam.

They all turned in the direction where Owen was looking and found that Sabor was on the other side of the cafeteria, his pants around his ankles, railing someone who was lying with her back on of the cafeteria tables, as most people sat eating peacefully around them.

“Who is that?” Agnes asked.

“Hard to tell with all that bouncing hair but looks like Andrea to me,” Owen said.

“Andrea?” Liz asked, “Is that his new girlfriend?”

“I think so,” Agnes said, “So the way he switches all the time, I don’t know if any of them really count.”

“No, no, I think he’s been with her for two months now?” Liz said.

“Must be some kind of record then.” Agnes rolled her eyes.

“Surprised he actually found someone that’s able to tolerate his monologues for so long,” Liz said and Marcia sorter, rolling her eyes and digging into her food.

The last class of the day was Geography, the first time Vic would be seeing Mrs. Laramie since that fateful class on Friday when, as Agnes had put it, he had been ‘baptized’ into how things were done at Dampgate Senior Academy. Although he knew that at Dampgate this seemed unlikely, but he still worried that there would be some lingering awkwardness between him and his teacher. Instead, she had greeted him just as she normally did when he walked through the door and made his way to his desk.

The only real difference was now that he was continuing to shamelessly ogle her legs, just like the rest of the boys in the class did, he wondered if she was currently wearing any panties underneath her skirt and whether anyone else in the class also knew what she looked like down there.

Towards the end of the class, Mrs. Laramie handed back their research assignments on volcanoes and Vic received an ‘A’. Only problem was that this was assigned before he even started at Dampgate, so he had never actually completed it. Thinking back on his conversation with Liz, he knew that he would have to speak to the Geography teacher at the end of class, but exactly what about, he wasn’t quite sure yet.

As everyone piled out of the class on final bell, Vic told Marcia to go ahead without him, prompting a sly questioning look from her, and then approached the teacher’s desk. As she talked to another student, he caught the eye of Liz, who watched him the entire time she headed for the door, her eyes narrowed behind her glasses in a suspicious look.

“Vic? How can I help you today?” Mrs. Laramie said and Vic realized that it was just her and him left in the classroom.

“Uh yeah,” he stammered, holding out his paper in front of him, “I wanted to talk to you about my mark on this assignment.”

“Really?” Mrs. Laramie asked, taking off her glasses and putting one tip of the frames between her teeth. “I thought you would be pleased with it.”

“I mean, yes, technically, I guess, but this isn’t my grade. This isn’t even my paper.”

“Ah,” she said, putting her glasses on the table and taking the paper from him. “A clerical error on my part then.” She laughed, and he returned an uncertain laugh as well. “Is that everything?”

“Well, it’s just that … as much as I appreciate that you’ve given me this grade because, uh …”

“Because you brought me to orgasm with your tongue?” Mrs. Laramie said this quickly and loudly and Vic winced. All of this was of course absolutely true but he wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to how directly things were often said at Dampgate.

“Um, yes, I guess you could put it that way,” Vic said, feeling the sweat form on his forehead, “I just think that maybe other students would welcome the same kind of … opportunity.”

“Is that so?”

Vic nodded.

“And do you have any specific student in mind?”

He had no idea if what he was doing was even remotely the right thing, but he was going to do it anyway.”

“Liz?” Vic said finally.

“Liz?” Mrs. Laramie’s eyebrows lifted in actual surprise. “I would not have guessed.”

“I think she might … welcome the opportunity?” Vic suggested, shuffling nervously from foot to foot, wishing this conversation to be over.

“Does she – does she have any idea you’re asking me?” Mrs. Laramie said, squinting one eye at Vic.

“No ma’am.”

For a few moments, Mrs. Laramie’s face was completely blank, and Vic couldn’t even hazard a guess as to what she was thinking, but then she gave him an exaggerated pouty smile and said, “Aww, what a thoughtful young man, you are Vic. Come here.” She opened her arms wide and gestured with her wrists to come in for a hug. It seemed rude to reject the gesture outright, so Vic leaned in, only to be fully pulled in and have Mrs. Laramie press his face against her breasts, which all class had been struggling against a very tight sweater.

“Does that feel nice?” Mrs. Laramie said soothingly as she stroked his cheek, while his other one could feel the softness of her round forms underneath the fabric of her sweater.

“Mmhmm” he murmured without fibbing. There was something that was strangely both sexual and comforting about the gesture, and he was surprised to find himself wishing that the sweater had not been there, as he wouldn’t have minded slipping one of Mrs. Laramie’s nipples into his mouth just then.

“Good boy,” Mrs. Laramie said, giving him a couple of light taps on the cheek and releasing him. “Now go run along. I’ll think what I can do for your friend.” Vic wasted no time following instructions, and hurried out of the classroom.