English... headed by a teacher only 10 years your older, Ms. Lawson. And worse still, it's on the other side of the campus!
With no time to spare, and not wanting to look like you don't care about your attendance you quickly run the way over, deciding that you'll just say you got caught on the toilet... after all you kinda were in a sense! Of course, this is where your growth spurt bites you in the ass. You are faster now... and more importantly, the run doesn't tire you in the least! You were hoping to look at least a little sweaty as you run in, but you manage to only open the door looking a little winded as you slink inside, being stared at by all your classmates.
"Richard W. Drake. That's the second time you've been late this week." You turn, Ms. Lawson looks a lot like her namesake from a certain Bioware game, lovely... but she can freeze rivers when she's pissed at someone, and you feel no small amount of ice directed at you.
"I'm sorry... I had no choice... it was either be late... or be forced to get a new set of pants, I was stuck on the toilet." All technically true... though you'd only need new pants if you tried to force your cock into them... there's no doubt in your mind which would have won that battle.
She wrinkles her nose. "All the same, come here."
You walk over, and notice that she takes a deep breath... then cocks her head. She then shakes it and:
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