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He pulled a chair for me to sit before going to the other side and sat in front of me. And now the awkward conversation begins. "So, um, you come here a lot?" He started to ask. "Nope." "Cafe 48 then?" "Sometimes.When I feel like it." "What school do you study at?" "Waynard High." "Can you tell me about Waynard High?" I thought about it and suddenly the faces of the student councils popped into my head. I started to frown. "Pushy, menopausal freaks, annoying, brats, and weirdos."

"Damn it, Reza! You're now a trending topic!" said Yovi too excited. "Trending topic?" asked Dimas who still didn't understand. "Tsk, you didn't see the news in the school chat group?" Dimas, who was curious, finally opened a school chat group on his cellphone. "Oh my God, Reza! You really dare to make out in the school bathroom ?!" Yes, it's about Reza making out with Lauren Wesley in the school bathroom. Hot News!

An hour later, there was a pinned post on the school forum. The title of the post was very exciting: ‘Take a guess at who the pair of the adulterous couple is in our school. I will describe it, and you guys guess! Those who guess it correctly will win a prize!’ After clicking in to take a look, the person who uploaded the post had written a long article of nearly a thousand words, and the story that was made up was described in such a colorful manner that it was difficult for people not to believe it.

Anthony said. "Well, you can see why." I said. "Dude has it." "Hi Students," He said. "I want to first say, congrats. Not everybody was invited to this school. For the ones who made it, we have a lot of things in store for you. This school is the only one that... Let's you explore and learn, sexually. Now, don't get me wrong, we do have homework and classwork that requires you to write and other things, but I promise you... Everything else is... More hands on."

She would never leave before the bell rang. "Oh, let's go then," Gu Jiuci answered carelessly as she took out her phone and opened the S-Elite High School forum. A post with the title "Shocking! Exposing S-Elite High School's Fuckboy. The Campus Belle Did What?!" had ten thousand comments and was at the very top of the forum's front page. It was the hottest post of the day.

I flung his hand away and went back to the dining table. "I know what it feels like. Having raging hormones. I had them too, and I jerked off at least three times a day. It didn't get me anywhere in life. I was so confused about life that it affected my grades. I don't want it happening to you too". He continued, "your school called, you've been performing poorly, Your test results aren't good either". "Oh, God"! I muttered, burying my head in my hands. I was ashamed and angry at the same time. Why would they call him? And why say this now?

Reading young guys raving about how hot and sexy his mother was and how if she were their mother they'd be fucking her twenty-four seven. Even older men and many women were going on about how hot she was and clamoring for some nude shots. Craig slowly scrolled through the pictures reading her captions. Part of him felt as if this were a dream brought on by his recent and misplaced attraction and he would wake up hard and ashamed. The other part of him knew damn well he was awake, hard as a rock, and only telling himself he should be ashamed, because he wasn't really feeling it at the moment. Craig stopped at the one from the school girl shoot on her knees looking up.

Our Senior year teacher said as he walked into the class with a huge smile on his face It didn't take long for him to start reminiscing about his school days, telling us how his prom went and how he went out with the hottest girl in their class. “ Arghhh if you are done with the stories can we go now ??? We definitely don't wanna hear about your first sex ” Damien groaned loudly. The class all chuckled as the teacher packed up his things with crimson splashed all over his face and he cleared his throat. “ Do well to avoid injuries and have fun ”

Even at this hour—well past midnight—the bus was still jammed with the usual mix: exhausted night-shift workers, drunk clubbers, students, and people who simply had nowhere else to be. I was one of them. Eighteen years old, stuck in my private school uniform after a brutal detention that ran late. My short pleated gray skirt clung to my damp thighs, and my white blouse was slightly see-through from sweat. The old pervert remained glued to my back like a shadow I couldn’t shake. His three thick, wrinkled fingers were buried deep inside my dripping pussy. “Mhhhh… fuck…” I breathed shakily, forehead pressed against the cool metal pole in front of me. My hands gripped the overhead rail so hard m

Words got stuck in my throat and I could barely process any words in my head. My head suddenly started spinning and tried to breath in and out. "I'll see you in my next class." I told them and left the class but their voices trailed behind me as they begged me to say more. Before closing time, the whole school was talking about me. I had tried to hide that fact but I guess I still had people who knew about me. "My sister is a huge fan! She has watched all your competing videos and tried to solve the math problems too!" A student squealed excitedly as she stood in front of my table in the staff room.