He crunched another piece of bacon with his fork into his eggs. ‘Are we going to be late?’ ‘There’s still plenty of time. Have some more coffe...?’ She lifted the steamy pot. ‘No, thank you. You know, I’ve been thinking… maybe, I could take a class or two, myself.’ ‘Oh,’ she said, raising a blond eyebrow. ‘What would you like to take?’ ‘I don’t know, maybe television repair. There’s got to be a market out there for that. I was reading Popular Mechanics and they had an article about it. It got me. I mentioned that the working environment isn't a great place to converse; that I'm just plain bad at conversing. That Heather would have more fun and interest conversing with my other co-workers. She said that she gets along with everybody, but me because she knows everybody and has a form of contact except for me. In comparison, that day was awesome to her. That I smiled, that I made her day better, that she saw my efforts as a lot more good than bad. I refused to believe that anything I did. I hadn’t done anything wrong this time. I hadn’t been whoring around, or fucking other boys. I had no idea why Mr. Denton would want to teach me a new lesson. My nipples hardened in anticipation, and I smiled at him. His face gave nothing away. I tried to flirt with him and he studiously ignored me through the entire class period. After the last bell for the day rang I went to his classroom, wondering what was in store for me. There was a girl already in the class much to my disappointment.. Somehow my rubbing of her boobs worked her up and she was breathing heavy and was very quite for some time, I again put my hands across and this time the rub and pump on boobs were vigorous, she was aroused and kissed me. We had this passionate kiss for some time and I was hard, I felt something was caressing my zip and to my surprise, it was her hand.She was at my tool, I loosed my belt and she slipped her hand to catch my tool, it was hard and she was just kissing me while holding it and.