"Wanda walked gingerly down the row of desks, and stood right at the corner of her teacher's desk. He explained that it was time she gave up her pussy...to him to make up for teasing him almost an entire hour. She was not quite certain what "giving up her pussy" might entail but it promised to be less boring than distributing a bunch of silly packets.The teacher looked over Wanda's shoulder to make sure their little interlude was entirely unobserved. He took her hand and pulled her behind the. “Screech!!” An abrupt halt and a forward jerk brought me back to the reality. The train had reached Rajiv Nagar station and within a few seconds, the couch was teeming with people.“Fuck off”, I cursed loudly as my foot was trampled by some buffoon. But my voice got drowned amidst the indiscreet blabber. As more people came pouring, I found myself fixated at the same position as earlier. Due to the commotion, I lost the couple and the racy documentary running parallel on my mind.As I got back. ” We sat down and had some wine. After an hour maybe we ended up in each others arms sucking each others faces off. I’m not entirely sure how we made it to the point. I was starting to think maybe I was a little drunk now. Then I thought if I knew I was drunk then I must not be drunk. Common logic there… right? Before I knew it my shirt was gone and she was leading me to a random room. To my surprise it wasn’t the bedroom but the bathroom. In the bathroom was a porcelain tub with a faucet.. 10 minutes, 15, the wait was endless “Susan!” the authoritarian voice rang out, she stood, “the headmaster will see you now!” Sue followed the stiff older woman into her office, then through to the heads study, the door slid to almost silently, and she found herself standing opposite the slimy little man she had only seen at a distance on Monday assemblies, he sat with a sly smile on his face that made her flesh creep. “Ah Susan, Smoking…and on school premises, now that was not terribly clever.