Buchanan walked over to me and lifted each breast in turn with his cane – it was so embarrassing…. and I was a little apprehensive about that cane...“Very nice! You seem to have caused quite a stir, Susan,” the Principal commented as he prodded my nipples with the cane, making them even harder. “Those poor boys are really heated up now. You must pay your dues now, Susan. Go over to each of them in turn, straddle their laps and allow them to feel your gorgeous, soft tits.” With that, he swatted. "I guess you wouldn't, would you? Such a shame though to waste something like that."Jean is often pronounced 'Jeen', as in, 'I'd like to get into her jeans." Alas, Jean could also be pronounced 'Zhon', as in Jean Valjean, the protagonist of the book this Zhon had asked for."No," he said with a smile, "I guess I wouldn't. But you never will either; she's a lesbian." How do you know?" I asked."Oh, guys like me can tell. We're always looking for kindred souls, even if we march to a different. And yet it is all too much to handle. Each student drops their classwork and watches without any idea of interrupting. They are eager to see what happens next. Will the teacher fuck her? Will he bang her brains out until she is raw and filled with delicious cum?? Their bodies are filled with an agonizing tension that burns inside their pants. It is so intense and strong, like a wave of heat scalding through them. Something must be done to find relief. Each student releases the building. An old phrase I had once heard, "liketwo babies fighting under a blanket," came to mind. She opened the doorto her condo and I did something I didn't expect and I don't think shedid either. I shut the door with my foot, spun her around and kissedher full, deep and hard. I pinned her against the wall and kissed herlong and deep. When we broke our lips apart she smiled softly, thenthrew her arms around my neck, pulled me too her and kissed me just aspassionately.Without saying anything we moved.