School - Page 51


This is my first time ever writing a story, so be nice. This was my fantasy during my freshman year. (BTW, names are changed) It's the 4th quarter, 30 seconds left on the clock, no time outs, and we had the ball



I didn't ever think it'll happen this way, nor this bad. I guess you can say it's a weird thing once you get caught. You never know what to expect, what they'd do, how would they act. It all comes as a big shock to you, like getting hit in the stomach with a bowling ball



“Lets go!” exclaimed the bus driver to which Keegan replied under his breath with an “about time”. Keegan and his high school marching band were off to the playoffs. Their football team had done great that year and were gunning for a state title



Late Four By Systematic Her breasts were as fake as her tan, but I wasn’t sure about her ass. It filled out her bikini bottoms nicely, and hard nipples were clearly visible through the top



This is the first of a multi-part story. Hope you enjoy! Comments are always welcome. My name is Jessica Gilman, and I was definitely not a girl you’d take a second glance at if you saw me on the subway



I walked down the street, my heels clicking on the pavement as I head toward the collage. I knew people were looking at me, they always did. I was different, but I liked it that way
It's a Saturday morning and I'm sitting in class attempting to finish my History project. Draw a map of the whole world and label each capital city, river, and lake to be found. But, that was the kind of work Mr. Barnes usually gave us.. incredibly impossible and incredibly unnecessary
Sunlight streaming through the window in the bedroom wakes me up. It’s directly on my eyes. Moaning I roll over in my sleeping bag and stuff my head under my pillow. A hand roughly shakes my shoulder and Tyler swipes the pillow from me
High School Hypnotist (Mf, MC, School) Story Summary - Brad Taylor enjoys his work as a high school guidance counselor and hypnotist. Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events


The Tutor and the Nymph I was given a suggestion to try and write something I know a bit more about, so I have decided I will share a story that actually happened to me bar a few things and plus a few others. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did



It was a Friday and Ms. Fitch was ready for the weekend. Making plans as she headed for her classroom



One Wednesday after school, my drama teacher, Mr. James, called me into his office. “Greg,” he said before pausing to phrase his next words carefully. “I have received an accusation that you’ve been bullying someone, and I wanted to talk to you about it.” My mind started racing



It was my first day of school and I was as nervous as I was in 1st grade. I had failed my senior year and had to finish my education in a continuation school. The new faces and grown bodies different from high school I'd be facing made me both jealous and aroused
Blackmailing Beauty A teacher/student story A in the closet lesbian teacher catches a student cheat and decides to blackmail her. Note 1: Thanks as always to Steve and Estragon for their editing help



“Oh My God!” Jay said as we entered the hallway. “That was SO hot!” I hope we can do it again some time.” “Tomorrow let’s stay late in the locker room again. I think that’s what she wants.” I replied. Kyle and Jay nodded