Yes, Sir Ch. 10: Exposed Secrets

Chapter 10 - Exposed Secrets

Kayla

There was no way to hide it - the text from Rebecca had me shaken. For a few minutes, naked and waiting to shower, I just kind of... stared at it.

'What do you want?' Angus asked, and it took me a second to realise he meant for food. After the hours - hours - of mind-bending sex, we were all hungry and worn-out, but that had been immediately replaced with a nervousness in me that was quickly wiping out any appetite. 'What's wrong?'

I looked up, and he had this... gaze. This look on his face - like he could see right through me. He was still naked, too, and his heaving form across the room from me was like something from a painting. He was all mass and hair, his body shiny in places from lube and sweat, and his eyes were low and piercing, searching me.

I had to tell him. I couldn't not tell him.

'I... I think Rebecca knows.'

He didn't react much, but what happened was telling. I saw his shoulders tighten, his jaw tense, and his eyes widen just a little. I offered my phone to him, showing him the screen, and he took a quick look before passing it back. 'Fuck.'

The sound of the water cut off, and after a moment a washed-and-scrubbed Perri appeared at the doorway. 'Shower's free. What's for dinner?'

Angus looked up at her. 'Uh - not sure. Um-'

'Okay, just let me know if you're getting something. I'm starved.'

She bounced off, happy as Larry, feeling none of the dread or weight of this revelation as she just thought about lunch.

'Go wash,' Angus said, clearly thinking things over. 'You'll feel better. Then... see what she's talking about. If it's us, then she's clearly not looking to out us. But this text is... vague.'

I looked at it again, and... I guessed he was right. But it was so relevant to us that it seemed like it had to be her saying she knew.

'O-okay,' I stammered, standing and holding my pile of clothes to my chest as I took my phone back and stumbled towards the bathroom.

I put my pile of clothes on the floor as I stepped into the hot, steamy bathroom, and locked the door behind me, before sitting on the toilet and looking at my phone again. I read it, and read it, and read it, and decided that I needed to reply. I needed to say something.

Like what? is all I sent back, playing dumb.

Then, I put it face-down and jumped in the shower. It didn't take long for me to feel refreshed, washing off the cum and lube and sweat that had built up in one of the craziest days of my life so far, and now that I'd replied to the text and was able to think a little bit more, it started to hit me just how mental my life had become.

I'd just had an hours-long threesome.

With a teacher.

And a stranger.

I'd eaten pussy.

Had mine eaten by a woman.

I'd been made to cum by a girl, and had done the same back.

And liked it.

Did that make me gay?

I mean, obviously not - Angus still drove me insane, and there was nothing that could compare to that feeling of having him inside me.

But maybe bisexual?

I hadn't explore that side of myself, not really, until today.

I washed myself, my hand briefly touching my pussy, and I could feel how tender I was. I didn't need anything more, so it was only to wash, but even so. The fact that I'd been fucked until I was red and swollen was... hot. Really hot. Maybe not right now, but I knew that I would be revisiting this in my head plenty of times in the future.

Hell, I might not even have to too much. Perri made it clear she enjoyed herself. Maybe another round of this was in the future? I started to wonder what else we could get up to, when I heard a buzz.

Bzzz.

I finished conditioning my hair - quickly, not doing the work I'd usually give it - and grabbed one of the towels as I stepped out. I started to dry myself as I stared at the back of my phone, trying to pre-empt what Rebecca had come back with.

My best friend.

Would she hate me? Would she think I was a slut? An idiot?

Would she tell my mum?

The school?

Fuck, this could be really bad. Like, really bad.

I dried my body enough to start to dress, pulling my jumper on before wrapping my hair up in the towel. Then, the skirt came up - I realised I hadn't worn any underwear, which brought a wry smile to my lips - and I had nothing else to distract me.

I flipped my phone over, and saw her name, and a message that refused to allay my fears.

We should meet up, I think. Dara's for lunch?

Dara's was a little pub near her house, which had a great outdoor spot that me and Rebecca had sat in over the summers, just drinking fancy mocktails and soaking in the sun - when we had it. It wasn't quite that time of year anyway, but it was a nice neutral ground for a conversation that I could tell was not going to be fun.

Still, the idea that she had something to explain to me seemed strange. It wasn't the language that someone used when they were priming themselves for a confrontation. If anything, it seemed like she was going to admit something.

'You okay?' Angus called through the door.

'I- yeah,' I said, slipping my phone into my pocket and opening it. He was dressed now, too, though still unshowered and a little ripe - making him smell amazing. Musky and manly, and probably not fit for anything in public, but god did I like it anyway. 'I think I need a lift home. Rebecca wants to meet up.'

'Right,' he said, his eyes a little low. 'I'll drive you back now. I can shower at home.'

'So - no food delivery?' Perri asked down the corridor, now dressed again in form-fitting jeggings and a t-shirt that hung off her nicely. 'Shame.'

'Sorry,' Angus said. Then, he turned to me. 'You alright, though?'

I nodded. 'No idea. I think so. Kind of terrified.'

'Yeah,' he said. Then, after a moment, he surprised me by pulling me into a deep, warm hug. Not sexual or lurid, but simply... romantic. Then he let me go, and I could feel something in the air that made my stomach twist. 'I'll grab my keys.'

Angus

The trip back towards Kayla's house was a lot less eventful than the way over. We sat in relative quiet as we both thought about what was about to happen. The conversation she was about to have, and what it could mean.

But neither of us said it, at least not at first.

When I parked around the corner from her house, however, Kayla leaned over and planted a brazen kiss on my lips, her tongue sliding into my mouth.

'Sorry,' she said, sitting back.

'N-no, never apologise for that,' I laughed back.

'I just mean... if this is all about to go wrong, I'm sorry our last time had someone else, you know? It should just be us.'

I frowned, thinking about what she was saying. 'It won't be the last time,' I told her. 'Whatever happens, we'll make it work.'

'Not if you go to fucking jail.'

I laughed. 'You're eighteen. Even if we're talking kail-time, I'll get out in a couple years, pick you up, and fuck you senseless in a hotel room somewhere.'

She laughed at that, before looking at me with a more serious look in her eyes. 'Angus. I love you.'

My stomach tightened at that. We'd danced around these words before, in one way or another. But, here, at what could be the end of the relationship - all jokes aside - it seemed impossible not to say it back.

'I love you too, Kayla.'

We kissed again, more tender this time. Her hand on my face, mine on her thigh. Then, it broke, I heard her sniffle a little, and before I had opened my eyes she was opening the door and half-running home.

I drove home, then, in silence, and it wasn't until I was through my own front door that I let myself start to cry.

Which is when I got a phone call. Not from Kayla, but Jack.

Shamefully, I hesitated, not knowing if I could deal with that conversation. There was a reason he'd been away, after all, and the idea of a death in the family right now made my stomach twist.

I pushed that away, however, wiped my face, coughed out to clear my airways, and answered.

'Jack,' I said.

'Afternoon, buddy,' Jack said. 'I, uh- you got a minute?'

'Uh-huh,' I said, walking through my own home, smelling like sex and wiping tears off my face. I hit the kettle on, and listened as he cleared his throat too.

'Okay - uh, so my dad's still with us, but he's...' His voice softened. 'He's on his way out, Angus. And I really, really appreciate you giving me the time to be here with him, and he does, too. So, he had planned to put a sum of money to you, in his will. I am the executor of his will, and he's told me a bit about what that means, and... look, long story short, I was supposed to inherit his house, here in Edinburgh, but, I have the pub, and I know that you wanted to get the fuck out of your place eventually. So, I thought I would propose a, you know. Swap.'

I frowned, a little taken aback. 'A swap?'

'Uh-huh - yeah. Look, I don't wanna be crass, but thinking about this stuff is keeping my head straight, but I don't wanna do anything without talking to you, you know? But, yeah, you take the townhouse, and I'll take the money - I won't lie, to be honest, the house is worth more, but, I was thinking about reinvesting it straight into the pub. Making some of those upgrades I've been talking about, you know?'

'I- Jack, I couldn't-'

'Don't get polite on me,' he said. 'Angus, I want this. If you do, all you gotta do is say. It's paid-off, no mortgage or anything. The bills are no worse than anywhere else. It's pretty central, and you'd be doing me the favour of trying to sell it off in a year or so. I'd rather it went to family, who would take care of it, appreciate it. So would dad.'

'If he wants you to have it, you should have it,' I said.

'He doesn't give two shits,' Jack laughed. 'His own words - 'If I'm dying, I'll be fucked if I spend my last days thinking about real estate'. And fair play to him, you know?'

I laughed - that sounded like him. 'Aye, fair play to him. Jack - are you sure about this?'

'Uh-huh,' he said, like it was nothing. 'I just need to know, you know, before he goes. Makes it easier to shift things round, you know?'

'Fuck, man. Yeah, of course.'

'How's the pub, by the way? And that American lass?'

'Perri's nice enough,' I said. 'And the pub is good. Nothing to report.'

'Aye, nice one,' he sighed. 'Okay. I'll let him know the plan, and I'll keep you in the loop, okay mate?'

'Understood, Jack. Send him my love.'

'Aw, fuck off,' he said, and hung up, leaving me laughing as I stood in my kitchen. The kettle boiled off, but I wasn't in the mood for a coffee anymore. I didn't know what I was in the mood for.

So I just left my phone where it was, and went for that shower.

Kayla

When I got home, I was relieved to find the place empty. Mum was still out - probably with her boy-toy Noah - and I had the space to change. Sure, I'd only got dressed a few hours ago, but a lot had happened since then that made it feel like I just needed to shift things up. Plus, I didn't think that showing up in a sundress without underwear to meet Rebecca would be a smart move, especially if she was going to accuse me of fucking my teacher.

Which I didn't think she was going to do, but I didn't want to make things worse if she did.

So, I pulled off the sundress, and found myself some underwear. A simple set of black undies and a bra, over which I pulled a band tee and some jeans. In my sundress's pocket - which was a delightful little feature - I found the plug I'd worn to see Angus, and I spent some time running it under the tap before putting all of those clothes - plus some others - in a clothes wash before hiding the plug in its usual spot under my bed.

I pulled on a jacket that suited the milder weather today, now that the rain had let off, and some boots, and headed out to see Rebecca at Dara's.

It was maybe a ten minute walk, which wasn't far, but it gave me enough time to really think things over. What I might say, what arguments I might have. How I could defend my relationship with Angus.

Would it matter to her that I loved him?

God, I couldn't believe I'd told him that. That he'd said it back. It had seemed, at the same time, so casual and so monumental.

But would Rebecca care? Would she just see me as someone who had been taken in by some older man? A groomer, a pervert? My stomach twisted at the idea of it. Of how our love could be seen as so wrong to people outside of it.

I sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, trying to quiet my nerves as I rounded the corner, and saw the small slightly run-down look of the pub-turned-beer garden on the corner. It was a little more modern than The Old Dog, but maybe that was because it looked like it had been renovated this side of 2000. There was a fence at the side which hung open, and I walked in and immediately saw Rebecca at a small outdoor table, sitting beneath a parasol that wasn't doing an awful lot, looking down at her phone.

She was the only person out here, as the sun that had been uncharacteristically out today was starting to hide behind clouds, so I pushed the fence shut behind me - just in case, and walked over.

Her head snapped up when she noticed me, and I gave her a nervous smile which she returned.

'Hey,' she said, her typical rambunctiousness and energy completely gone. It was almost eerie, ro be honest.

'Hey,' I echoed, sitting opposite her. No welcoming hug, or bright smile with a torrent of gossip followed. Instead, she just looked at me, like she was having the kind of internal conversation I didn't often see her having. The kind I usually had. 'So,' I said, trying to kick things off. 'You want a drink?'

'Just a coke,' she said, with a bit of relief in her voice. 'Diet. Thanks, Kay.'

I nodded, and went inside to get two diet cokes and by the time I'd paid and returned, she had turned a little more grey and colourless.

'Bec,' I said, passing her the drink. 'What's going on?' I played dumb, figuring that if she was going to accuse me, she would just come out and do it sooner or later.

She let out a long breath. 'Sorry about being, you know, a bit covert over text,' she said. 'I... I think I can't really write down what I want to say. Like, legally.'

The knot in my stomach twisted. 'O-okay?'

She looked down, holding her drink in two hands but not drinking. Just so she had something to hold. To look at, instead of my eyes.

'Two things,' she said, breathing out. 'First, I... I'm... gay.'

Oh.

Right.

Not sure what else to say, I decided to make a stupid joke.

'That's not illegal.'

She smiled, and looked up at me, a glimmer in her eye. 'Shut up. That's the easy bit.'

'If you're about to tell me you're in love with me, I don't think I can deal,' I said, still smiling.

Rebecca grinned, too, shaking her head. 'Fuck off. You're not my type. My type is... older.'

Ah - right. So this really wasn't about me and Angus. A part of me was relieved, and the rest of me wanted to know what the fuck was so dramatic she couldn't just say it.

'Right,' I said, nodding. 'Your text.'

She nodded back. 'I've been seeing someone. Kind of. She's, like, almost thirty. Oh, god, that sounds so bad, doesn't it-'

'No!' I chipped in, maybe a little too eagerly. 'No, you're fine! I mean, I know I like older men, so-'

Rebecca, thankfully, didn't latch onto that, and instead waved her hands about. 'No, but - she works at the school!' The last word came out as a hiss, and all at once I realised that we had been living parallel secrets lives, in the same fucking school.

Suddenly, the fact that I wasn't telling her about Angus felt like a betrayal.

'W-who?' I asked, unsure I wanted the answer.

Rebecca let out a long breath, calming herself the same way I had. 'If I tell you, you cannot tell anyone, you understand?'

I nodded, and reached forwards to take her hands. 'Of course,' I said.

'It's... Hannah. On the front desk, in reception?'

I faltered, pulling up the image in my head. Hannah was the administrator - I could see her in my head, sitting behind the front desk. Dark hair, definitely older but not old, and with a sweet smile. 'She's pretty,' I said eventually.

Rebeca nodded, her eyes welling up as she lowered her head. 'She's so pretty!'

'So - what happened?' I asked.

And what followed felt like an avalanche of information Rebecca had been wanting to let flow for weeks.

She told me about Hannah, and how they met - outside of work, at the gym of all places. Rebecca wasn't much of a fitness nut, but neither was Hannah, and they were in the same cycling class apparently. They got to talking, and after a few weeks of seeing each other there a few times a week, the conversations got more and more casual. Thetis turned into grabbing a coffee before their classes on a Saturday, or a quick drink after the gym during the week. During all this, she'd been 'discovering' herself and realised she fancied Hannah, but had no idea how to broach the subject, until Hannah asked her on a Friday gym session if she wanted to go for a drink and a bite to eat afterwards. She took Rebecca to a place in Glasgow, they got smashed and Hannah booked them a hotel to spend the night - neither of them thinking straight about it. They spent the night in a one-bed room, and Rebecca said the night is a little hazy, but she remembers kissing. A lot of kissing.

The morning was a little awkward, waking up naked in bed next to a woman who worked at your school, but that was quickly pushed aside when Hannah woke up, slid down Rebecca's body, and ate her to orgasm at ten in the morning three times.

Rebecca was beet-red as she relayed that last bit, but didn't seem able to stop herself.

She told me about the weeks that followed - sneaking into changing rooms at the gym together for a quick feel-up, Hannah spending more money on hotel trips for them both to spend entire evenings fucking until they were red and raw. She introduced Rebecca to a few things - kinkier things that she hadn't really experienced before - and she said she'd slowly fallen for her.

She told me that it was stupid, and that she knew how bad it was, but that she couldn't hide it from me any more.

'Fuck,' I breathed after a while, and Rebecca nodded.

'I know. And now we're going on this trip - the camping thing. She's going, as one of the staff, and she's already saying all this stuff... I can't handle it.'

'Is it too much?' I asked.

'It's so much,' Rebecca said, but then a smile appeared on her face. 'But... I kinda love it. It feels so bad, Kay. Like, good bad. I really like her, too. It's not just sex. She's funny, and romantic, and she has crap taste in movies - we do this thing where we watch the same movie at home, but go on a video call at the same time. We've done it with, you know, porn too - which is... fuck, I shouldn't be telling you this, you don't need that. I just need to get it out, you know? I feel like I'm gonna explode.'

I nodded, feeling a well-up inside my own chest as well.

'Yeah, I get it,' I said.

'Kayla,' she said, squeezing my hands. 'You're my best friend. Hannah doesn't know I told you, and I need you to keep it, you know, a secret. If this got out, it could... I mean, I'm eighteen, you know? I can make up my own mind. But she works at the school, and it could get... messy.'

I nodded.

Uh oh.

Oh no.

I was going to say it.

I could feel it, in my throat.

I couldn't stop it.

'Kay?' Rebecca asked, seeing the look on my face.

'I'minlovewithMisterHart,' I said, all of it falling out in one go. I stared at the table, my hands squeezing Rebecca's as I just froze there. 'We met at that gig. Well, it was cancelled. He was the guy I, you know, lost it to. He shows up at school afterwards - we didn't know beforehand. But we couldn't stop, and it stopped being just sex pretty quick, and I love him, and... fuck, I shouldn't say anything, because I know you know how bad it is. He could get fired, or prison or something, and I would be... I don't think my mum would look at me the same ever again. But I can't stop thinking about him, and- and- and-'

Rebecca squeezed me back, and I looked up at her. I could feel the tears in my eyes, and could see the ones in hers.

Then, she broke out into the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.

'I'll keep yours secret, if you keep mine?'

I nodded, and then she stood up, rounding the table to sit next to me, and we shared a hug that felt like, for the first time in a long time, like I wasn't on my own.

Angus

'You told her?' I asked Kayla, unable to stop my voice from raising a little - not in anger, but pure shock. 'She - she didn't know. And you told her.'

There was a static-y breath down the phone as she sighed. 'I don't know what to say. After what she told me, I couldn't... I couldn't not. She's doing the same thing as us. She knows what we're going through.'

I sighed, rubbing my brow as I sat on my sofa.

'This is... nuts. Nuts. She knows about us - every time I see her, she's going to know. And Hannah! Hannah and I are colleagues - is she telling her?'

'I don't know,' Kayla breathed. 'I mean - probably. For the same reason I told you.'

'That's a colleague,' I said. 'She could report me. She should!'

'And you could report her!' Kayla shot back. 'Mutually assured destruction, Angus.'

'That doesn't... I don't think I can stomach that, Kay,' he said. 'I know this has been fun, but... I think I have to quit. I have to. I can't do this, knowing that there are people in the school who know what we are. What we're doing.'

Kayla went quiet, just listening. 'Really?'

'I think so,' I nodded. 'I can't... I can't cope. I mean, if nothing else, it's a barrier between us, you know? If we... if we want to be serious, we can't keep doing this dance. I can't be your teacher if I'm going to be your...'

'Boyfriend?' she asked, and I heard myself laugh.

'Fuck, it sounds so stupid.'

'I know,' she said. 'But... I want it. I want you. I just don't know how we make this work, you know?'

I rubbed my eyes, and a thought came to me. 'I mean... if I quit, then I have an idea.'

I could hear her frown down the phone. 'What kind of idea?'

'The kind that gets us where we want to be. I mean, we can never escape that I was your teacher for a few weeks, but you're already eighteen, and people would probably be forgiving if you were, like, twenty-something.'

'So we keep it secret for a few years?' she asked.

'Three years,' I responded. 'Your Uni years, specifically.'

She paused. 'But - I don't think that would work, you know? Travelling back and forth-'

'I'm going to live in Edinburgh soon,' I said quickly. 'I haven't got a timeline or anything, but there's a few months now till summer. It's my uncle's place - he's on his deathbed, so this is all a bit morbid, but he's leaving me his place. I need to get a job over there, but I can figure that out, you know? But - I'll be in the city. Fuck, you can live with me if you want. You shouldn't for the first year - you should have your own place, have roommates, all that good Uni stuff. But-'

'Are you serious?' she asked, and I felt myself shrink back a little.

'I- yeah. I am.'

'Oh. Oh wow.' A pause. 'So... once I go to Uni, you'll be there? And I won't be sneaking around my family?'

'Exactly,' I said. 'And if Rebecca and Hannah don't out us, we can start fresh. Not as a teacher and student, but as people, you know?'

I heard a strange sound, and then her voice came like a purr. 'Can I still... call you sir?'

Ah.

I held back a smile, and sat back into my chair. 'You will always call me that,' I said. 'Does that sound like a good situation to you?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Then say thank-you.'

'Thank you, sir,' she said, a small hitch in her breath.

'You're welcome, my little whore. Now - go be a teenager. I'll see you in class with all your homework done, yes?'

'Of course, sir,' she said. 'Can I send you some pictures?'

'I'd love that,' I smiled. 'Talk to you later, Kayla.'

'Bye, sir,' she breathed, and then the line went dead.

As a Saturday afternoon, it had been something of a rollercoaster. The threesome with Perri, Rebecca's text sending us into a frenzy, Kayla finding out Rebecca is in a relationship with Hannah, the school admin, and then Kayla telling Rebecca about us, and then me letting her in on my plan to move to Edinburgh. All of it had left me a little fucking exhausted, despite the fact that it was now about six o'clock.

My phone call with Kayla hadn't been a long one, because I knew she was still with Rebecca, but as I sat there on my sofa and thought about what pizza to order, I felt my phone buzz.

It was Kayla - head out of frame - in a pub bathroom, her tee pulled up and her tits, perfect pink nipples looking longingly un-sucked. It was a lewd selfie that was followed up by a message pretty quickly.

I'll send more later.

Kayla

Monday morning came round like a slog. After the weekend I'd had, it just felt so... pointless. I'd spend Friday night fucking Angus in his car, Saturday morning in a threesome with him and a woman, and then Saturday night having a long-overdue piss-up with my brest friend. Sunday had been spent recovering from it, and now I was just... going back to school.

What the fuck.

It was that annoying part of the year where everything had been done. I had finished all of my coursework, and sure we were knee-deep in exam prep, but at a certain point I felt like there was a ceiling to just how prepared I could be.

So, I was in an exam prep class that was looking at citation techniques, and all I could think about was the fact that this morning Angus sent me a dick-pic just after he got out of the shower - and that he'd looked incredible.

The work was easy, and forgettable, and the hours bled into each other, until lunch where me and Rebecca met up and exchanged knowing glances across the room.

The day was nothing, and it wasn't until I got home and was able to send Angus a message that I realised why.

Because I hadn't seen him today.

Angus

Monday, I called in sick. The worry just had me... non-functional. I struggled to sleep the night before, and no part of me seemed to be ready to face that building again.

Kayla called me that night, in bed, once it was dark and her mother was asleep, and her voice was so small and pleading.

'Just come on Wednesday - please? You'll see - nothing'll happen. You'll see.'

I trusted her, and on Wednesday morning I was there - and I saw her before her classes started. She looked so sweet, in her uniform, a lovely smile on her face and a glimmer in her eye - like she hadn't been sending me videos over her cumming on her vibrator the night before, or like she hadn't sent me voice notes of her desperate, rasping breaths as she came, panting sir, sir, sir over and over, like a chant inside my head.

Rebecca saw me too, and I recognised that look in her eye. The look of someone who knew, but also of someone who quickly looked away, kept herself to herself. She was being kind, in a way, but I also thought that she was a little worried to look at me directly. Like, she might see that I knew. Like the sheer recognition of that was dangerous - which, in a way, it was.

I saw Hannah, too - when I signed out at midday. She asked me if I was feeling better, and I told her it was a hangover that turned into something nastier, and she gave me this empathetic look.

'Don't forget about next week,' she said as I signed my name on the sign-out sheet. 'A lot of the kids are really looking forwards to it.'

I couldn't tell if that was a nod to something, or if she was just being her usual self - slightly flirty, but mostly just friendly and bubbly. So, I just smiled, said I would be there for the trip on Monday, and left, chest hammering.

I had survived.

Nothing had happened.

I had Wednesday off, as usual, and I spent an hour on the phone with Jack just talking through logistics, as well as spending a little bit of time on a call with my uncle. It felt like we were closing up shop, finishing business, which felt wrong in so many ways - and yet a selfish part of me couldn't shake the knowledge that him passing away would give me and Kayla a chance.

It was an evil thing to think, I knew, but I couldn't shake it the entire evening, nor the next day, when I was back teaching Thursday afternoon.

Kayla was in my Thursday and Friday classes, and she made a point of stopping to speak with me at the end of the day Thursday to talk about the trip on Monday while people were filing out. It was casual, and public, and some of the other students stopped to chat, too. That was fine.

Friday, when she stayed behind at my desk, she had a glimmer in her eye and she made sure to be the last person out.

'Stay here. Mark some shit. Sir,' she said, and then headed out. I didn't have a clue what she was up to, and assumed she wanted to talk, but it seemed risky to me to be in a room alone together just to talk - we had phones for that, after all. But, I stayed, and I marked up some of the exam prep work they'd done with me, and waited.

I only needed to wait about fifteen minutes.

'Hey,' she said, as she slipped into the room, giving a quick look behind her before slipping in - and looking at me like an animal in heat.

'Kayla,' I said, with a bit of a laugh, trying to play this off. Whatever this was.

'Don't worry,' she said. 'No one's around. There's a football game on tonight on the pitch outside, so everyone who's here is there, on the other side of the school. No one's looking for me. Cleaners don't show up until four.'

I looked at the clock over her head - it was barely 3:30. I was facing her, my desk facing the door, and the closed curtains that ran along the windows. It would be hard for anyone to see - but that didn't matter. This couldn't happen.

Kayla was still approaching me, in her uniform, looking like the sluttiest schoolgirl I'd ever seen. I knew how adorable she could look in that thing, but the way she had it on today was just... alluring. Her cardigan was open, and her shirt underneath had one extra button popped - not enough to show any real cleavage, but just showing some of her soft skin underneath. She pulled her cardigan off, letting it drop to a table next to her, and I realised that she was, very visibly, not wearing a bra.

'Do you know how hot it's been,' she purred, 'going around all day without a bra on, but knowing no one could see because of my cardigan? Knowing no one would know except for my favourite teacher.'

'Kayla-'

'Yes, sir?' she answered, finally reaching my table. She bit her bottom lip, looking down at me as I sat there, unable to move. 'I'm sorry sir - am I being bad?'

Fuck - she knew what to do to me.

'This is...'

'So bad,' she nodded, rounding the edge of my desk. I could see her skirt, and her milky thighs poking out for an inch or so before they were eaten up by long white socks. 'Do you know what's worse?'

'W-what?'

'I'm not wearing any underwear at all,' she said, reaching forwards and taking my hand. She took a step forwards, one leg on either side of my left leg but not quite straddling me yet, and brought my hand under her skirt.

I felt her wet lips, soft and slick, and watched her eyes roll a little.

'We can't do this,' I said to her, not pulling away. I slid my fingers along her sex, and Kayla let go of my hand, gripping the side of the desk for support as she started to ride my hand.

'Oh, fuck, sir, that's so good...'

'You're... we are at school!' I hissed, pulling away and scooting backwards. Before I got far, however, Kayla dropped to her knees on the floor before me, her hand going to the rock-hard bulge in my grey trousers.

'Sorry, sir,' she purred, groping me and looking up at me with a look that could only be described as predatory. 'I'm sorry for being bad. I'll make it up to you?'

Her fingers slid up to my belt buckle, and I should have stopped her.

I should have stopped this minutes ago.

I glanced at the clock - it had barely been a minute.

She popped open my buckle, and I felt my trousers relax.

Looking down at her, I watched this beautiful, seductive eighteen year old undo the button on my trousers, and then pull the zip down.

'Yesssss,' I heard her hiss as she knelt next to my desk, and began to reach in.

'Wait,' I snapped, and she stopped. She looked up at me, and I saw a flash of real fear - that I would stop her, reject her, tell her to leave. I could never do that, and she knew it. 'Under the desk.' Her eyes widened a little, and I nodded at her. The desk had a solid back, but had the space underneath for my legs - if she stayed under there, it would be like she was completely hidden. 'If you want to do this fantasy, of sucking your teacher's cock under his desk, let's do it properly,' I told her.

Eagerly, she shifted herself under the desk, still on her knees, her skirt riding up a little. It was a bit of a squeeze, but so long as I didn't push the whole chair all the way under, and scooted to the front of it to give her access to me, it could work.

Wait - why the fuck was I going along with this again?

'Thank you, sir,' Kayla whispered as she reached into my unbuttoned trousers and pulled out my rock-solid length. In a moment, her warm hand became the wet, warm embrace of her teenage mouth, and I had to hold back the groan as she took me almost to the hilt.

'You've been practising,' I commented.

'Every night,' she whispered, before taking me back down to the hilt, stretching her lovely throat around me. 'I want to be perfect for you.'

'You already are,' I said. 'Not shut up and suck my cock before I regain my senses.'

'Yes, sir,' she giggled.

What followed was possibly the most lewd, inappropriate blowjob of my life. An eighteen year old pupil, on her knees under my desk after school hours, just worshipping my cock.

'Hlg-glg-lggg-' The sounds of her efforts were the only signs that there were more than one person in the room, as she massaged my balls in her soft hand, letting me stare at the clock and the doorway - just waiting for someone to walk in.

'It's almost like you want to get caught,' I said as Kayla rolled her tongue around the head of my cock, slurping up my pre-cum and her own spittle. 'Telling Rebecca, and now this. Part of me wonders if you want everyone to know you're my whore.'

'Hrrrnnn,' she moaned around my cock as I spoke, barely a whisper, speaking to no one but her. 'Fuck, Sir, I love your cock so much-'

'Shut up and make me cum,' I hissed. 'The longer we're here, the bigger chance of me going to prison.'

'Fuck,' she whispered, and got back to it, the room filling with the soft sound of her wet mouth eagerly taking as much of me as she could, lips stretching around my girth, whimpering as she tried to get me to cum.

'This is bold,' I said, just talking to myself as she worked. 'Even for you, Kayla. Are you looking for punishment? Because I might have to make sure that you pay for this.'

'Hlg-grrrgg-hrnn-'

'Maybe I'll fuck your petite little arsehole so hard you see stars.'

'Hrn-hnn-hrlln!'

'Or maybe I'll tie you to my bed and fuck you whenever I fancy it over a weekend, just filling you up - then you'd definitely wind up pregnant.'

'Hahn-glk-glk-glg-'

I felt her speeding up as I spoke. She fucking loved it when I treated her like this.

'Or maybe I wouldn't fuck you at all until you finish Uni. Edge you like crazy, and fuck your mouth every morning and ever night.'

'Gahk-gahk-ghahg-'

'Or I could turn you into a teen mum, swollen and heavy, sucking milk from your tits and came you cum so hard you can't think-'

'Gahgg-glk - fuuuuuuck, sir - hlk-glk-gaghk-'

I could feel myself getting close, her wet throat felt so fucking good and the setting of what we were doing making my head swim. I stroked her hair and heard her mewl on me.

'Hlnnnn...'

'That's it, Kayla - make me cum - that's it...'

'Guk-glak-guuUUUUHHHK-'

As I felt myself cross over the edge, I gripped Kayla by the back of the head and pulled her against my pelvis. I felt her chin against my balls, her face against the hot of my inner thighs as I pushed my hips forwards.

'Fuuuuuuck,' I groaned, giving in for a moment from the stoicism I'd been managing, and just letting the sensation of her throat take me. She swallowed around me, and her muscles massaged me through each pulse of thick orgasm.

After I was done, I released her and pushed my chair back, just time time to see the gloriously face-fucked Kayla under my desk, her shirt half-open and her left hand slipping out from beneath her skirt, finger shiny. She had a dreamy smile on her face, her lips slick with my cum and her spittle. She wiped her mouth, and grinned up at me.

'That was... hot,' she said, giggling a bit as she climbed out from under my desk as I tucked myself away.

'Jesus,' I sighed. 'You're gonna be the death of me.'

'Hopefully,' she said, bouncing over to grab her cardigan and pull it back on. She turned back towards me and, just for a moment, lifted her shirt enough to flash me, giggling like a mad-woman before pulling her cardigan back on, blowing me a kiss, and then slipping out of the room like nothing had happened.

After taking a second to recover and buckle my belt back up, I remembered that I still had a pile of papers to mark, and laughed at how stupid this whole situation was.

Kayla

I left Mr. Hart's classroom with a nervous knot in my stomach, alongside a delicious serving of his warm, thick cum. I could feel my wetness between my thighs, slightly dripping, and I couldn't help how much I loved how this felt.

I saw my reflection in a few of the windows of classrooms as I passed them by, and saw myself - a pretty girl in her school uniform. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

I was just... Kayla. Another student, walking out of school a little bit late.

So, I left, and I went home the same way I would any other Friday, and when I found myself staring at my front door before I pushed in the key. I wasn't sure why I paused, but I did, taking a slightly shaky breath as I caught my reflection in the glass.

Just Kayla.

I entered, and immediately I felt like something was... off. Like there was something in the air that a part of me recognised, even if I wasn't sure what it was. The house just felt... different.

'H-' I began to call out, but then I heard something that made me stop.

A call - from the living room. A yell?

Mum, I thought without thinking, and found myself pushing through the door into the room, and what I saw could have burned my fucking eyes out.

My mum, half-naked, astride a man easily a decade younger than her, both of them moving and moaning, and then suddenly shrieking and jumping up as they saw me.

'FUCK!' I screamed, turning to leave - but it was already too late.

I'd seen my mum on him, and as she stood up, I saw his... thing bounce out of her, and some sick part of my brain registered that it was big.

'SORRY! I'M SORRY!' I shouted - and then, I left, turning out of the room and straight back out the front door.

'Kayla - KAYLA!' my mum called after me, and I turned round to see her pulling her top up and her skirt back down into place. She stood at the doorway, and we stared at each other.

'It's fine mum,' I said, almost laughing. 'I just... I shouldn't have-'

'We thought you'd, y'know, gone to a friend's or something,' she said.

I went up to her, and put both hands on her shoulders. 'Mum - I'll be back in the morning. I'll go stay at Rebecca's. But tomorrow night? I should probably meet him properly.'

She nodded, seeming grateful that I was offering a solution to her, and then she hugged me back,

'What did I do to deserve a girl as perfect as you, eh?'

I squeezed her back. 'Don't hold your breath. I'm just buying goodwill.'

'Aye, well. Nobody's perfect.'

'I dunno,' I said, pulling away and nodding towards the house. 'He looked pretty perfect to me.'

'You shut it!' she laughed. 'But... you know. You're not wrong. Now fuck off for the night and let your mama have her fun.'

'Understood,' I said, winking. 'See ya tomorrow.'

And with that, I turned around, and sent Rebecca a text.

If my mum asks, I'm staying with you.

Sure thing, she shot back within a moment.

Then, to Angus, You free? Because I am.

I had bounced from the school, to home, and soon I was bouncing to the park with Angus on the way, but the nervous energy in me from what I'd seen wasn't letting me relax at all. So, Even though Rebecca had been happy to offer me an alibi, I decided I needed to talk to her, so I gave her a call.

'Hey,' she said, answering. 'You alright?'

'I, uh, just walked in on my mum and her boy-toy.'

'Fuck. Off. Tell me everything. She has a boy toy? How old is he? And you- wait, what?!'

'Yeah. I know,' I said, turning and walking into the park, and finding a bench close to the car park. I was still in my uniform, having not had a chance to change, and found myself pulling my thin cardigan up over my shoulders as I started to rattle off the story to Rebeca - the other half of what has made my life so fucking crazy these last few weeks.

I told her about Noah, and our conversation where she'd admitted that she basically had been celibate while raising me, and about how she'd given me licence to see 'guys' seeing as she was as well, so long as we were both safe and open. And then I told her about walking in a bit late from home, and seeing her on the sofa, and Noah looking all too happy to be under a late-thirties lady like her.

'Oh my gooooood,' Rebecca screamed down the phone. 'Were you mortified?! I think I would have died on the spot.'

'I mean- kind of? If I'm honest though, once the shock of seeing, you know, that... I think I was just happy for her.'

'Yeah, I think she's happy for her, too,' Rebecca giggled. 'Fuck, man. I'm glad we're talking again. Like, properly.'

'Me too,' I said. 'You seeing Hannah this weekend?'

'Probably not,' she said. 'But we have the Highlands trips next week, and she's given me a couple hints that she's going to try and steal me away at some point for some fun. I mean, probably not - seems too risky. But the idea's nice, you know?'

I saw Angus' car round the corner. 'Yeah. It's nice. Look, I gotta head off.'

'Oh, say hi to Angus for me, will you?' she giggled. 'Have fun, ya lil naughty schoolgirl.' She hung up on me as I bounced up and got into Angus' car, and in moments we were off.

'Long time no see,' I quipped to him.

Angus

'You're... still in your...'

'My uniform?' Kayla asked, looking down at herself. 'Uh, yes. Yeah. I walked in on my mum boning her boy toy, and I just kind of turned heel, you know. We're fine - we talked. Quickly. But I am not staying there tonight, so... actually, would you be against dropping me in town? I have my phone, I could pick myself up a few things. Some new clothes.'

'You have money?' I asked as I turned, pointing us towards Glasgow.

She shrugged. 'I save up, you know? Before all this I was woefully boring, didn't you know that?'

I smiled. 'The first night I met you, we fucked in the back room of a pub. You've never been boring to me, Kayla.'

She smiled at that, and sat back into the chair next to me. 'Will you take me shopping?'

'I don't think we can be seen together,' I said back. 'But, I can drop you off, and grab a coffee, and see you when you're done?'

She grinned up at me and kissed me on the cheek. 'I'll get something nice for you, I promise.'

Not long later, we were parked in a large multi-story, the dark concrete giving us both a sense of solitude despite the sheer mass of people around us. There was a degree of anonymity in a crowd, after all.

'I'll give you a call when I'm done, yeah?' she asked.

'Sure. Hey, hold up,' I said, catching her waist before she left. I kissed her, and she melted into my lips satisfyingly, before I went into my wallet and found her some cash. 'Here's sixty. On me - get yourself some fun stuff, yeah?'

She squealed, and kissed me again.

'Yes, sir.'

Then, she was off into the city.

I waited about ten minutes before getting out myself and heading into town, a spring in my step and a little nervousness in my gut, which I hoped to quiet with a decaf latte in some coffee shop somewhere.

It honestly felt like I had taken something; adrenaline had my heart pounding, and despite the decaf I felt like I had inhaled the strongest coffee ever. I found myself nervously texting Jack, asking for updates, and chatting to him about the pub. I thought about the trip on Monday, and what they would entail - Hannah had emailed me some details, so I started to read through the itinerary. The coach, the route, the woods we'd be sleeping in and the company that ran the location. We'd be setting up hammocks between trees, with coverings and a large central area with a fire and stools, some kids would be learning how to strip nettle stems and turn them into a kind of rope, others would be taste-testing roasted bugs, and some would be foraging for edible wildflowers. It was all a bit out of my wheelhouse, but checking it all over wasted at least fifteen minutes of my time.

After that, I left the coffee shop and found a little vinyl shop in town that I'd been to a few times. I'd never had a player, so I didn't buy anything, but looking around always reminded me of when I was a kid, and my parents had a player with a huge stack of vinyls. My mum probably still had them somewhere.

'She's a good starter kit,' someone said to me as I realised I was staring at a player on a shelf. 'Speakers aren't anything to write home about, but she comes with her own legs to be like a little table - plug her into a larger system, and she's as good as anything else in here.'

I glanced at him, and saw the polo and a nametag. 'You usually sell this hard, man?'

He laughed. 'Only to those I can tell need it. You don't even need to take it home - pay in-store, and we'll deliver it to you before the weekend.'

I looked at the price tag - not even a hundred quid. 'Fuck it. I'll take it - and I'll have one of those Stone Roses re-prints too.'

'There's my guy!' he laughed, clapping me on the back.

I walked out of there a hundred quid lighter, and with a receipt for the player and record to be delivered together by Friday. I had a happiness in my chest that I was... taking something back. Some part of me that I'd let slide into depression. It wasn't until I was out of the shop that I remembered the reason I didn't have any vinyls of my own was because Natasha found them to be tatty and old.

It was another ten or so minutes of me just wandering around town, browsing windows and generally milling around when I got the text from Kayla.

Got some fun stuff. Did I tell you I'm not wanted home tonight?

I felt my stomach twist again, but from excitement rather than nerves, turned on my heel, and made a beeline back towards the car park.

Kayla

No matter how much he asked, or talked around it, I refused to tell him where I'd gone. I refused to show him any of the stuff I had in the large, solid-black plastic bag that I threw onto the back seat of his car before we set off.

Even once we pulled up at his place, I didn't tell him.

'Come on,' he pleaded as we got out, and I grabbed the bag before he let me into his house. 'You can't leave me completely in the dark.' He shut the door behind me, and in a moment I felt myself getting scooped up into his strong arms.

'YIP!' I yelped, as he threw me over his shoulder.

'Well, if you're not going to share,' he said, taking me up the stairs, 'I guess I'll just have to take.'

I squealed as he jogged up the stairs with me over his shoulder, still in my school uniform, going through his house until he flipped me down onto his bed. He was panting, looking down at me with a look in his eyes that was, frankly, incredible. It was a kind of lust and need that, even from Angus, was rare. It had my heart racing, and as I lay up looking at him, I let my thighs fall open.

'Sir?' I asked weekly, and I watched him groan, and then laugh.

Then, he took a step back, and went to the bag instead. The bastard was able to resist my charms.

'Oi - sir,' I chirped, and he lifted the bag up and dropped it on the bed next to me. I rolled, and watched him open it. 'May I? If we're opening it, I might as well get to, you know, put on a show.'

He smiled, and stepped back, hands up. 'You're the boss.'

I grinned, and reached in.

Angus

Kayla reached in, and the first thing she pulled out was a box which, on the front, was the picture of a ring gag. Black and shiny, with a nice strap, Kayla lifted it up and showed it off to me.

'I feel like watching you do this in your uniform will get me on a list, Kayla.'

She smiled, and bit her lip. 'What about if I put it on?' She reached in, and pulled out a box for a blindfold. 'Maybe this, as well?'

'Fuck,' I laughed, struggling to hold back now. The look on her face... there was just something about her that set me off. 'What else did you get? Because frankly, we could fill a weekend with just those.'

'Oh, well, Sir, don't be too hasty,' Kayla smiled. I watched her kneel on the bed, turning away from me and having the bag out of sight, rustling it around. 'You don't want to talk yourself out of this. I'm gonna properly open this one - hold on. In fact, turn around.

I did as I was told, and turned, facing the wall. I heard the packaging opening, her small hands ripping cardboard and moving the plastic bag, and then I heard her give a satisfied little grunt. Then, a click of metal.

'Oh...' I heard her say, like she was going through a realisation of her own. 'I... wow, sir. Turn around.'

I did, and what I saw made me groan from the vision of lurid perfection before me.

Kayla was in her little school uniform still, her skirt and high socks, her shirt slightly open and showing the lack of bra underneath, and her big brown eyes were looking up at me, wide and puppy-like. What had changed, however, was the fact that around her neck was now a thick leather collar, all too much like a dog's collar, and across the throat in clear silver letters was the word SLUT. From it hung a leash, also black, and she was holding it out to me.

'Fuck, Kayla,' I whispered. 'I've never... I've never done this sort of stuff before.'

She hesitated. 'D-do you like it, sir?'

'You look... incredible. I love it.'

A smile twitched on her mouth. 'You love your slut, sir?'

I reached forwards and took the end of the leash from her hand, hearing it creak in my palm. I lifted it, and the leash moved. I pulled until it was taut, and then moved my arm, just lightly tugging at Kayla's neck, bringing her towards me. She moaned, and let herself be moved by the leash.

'I love my slut,' I told her, pulling her up onto her knees as I leaned down to kiss her, moaning into her mouth as she moaned into mine. 'I think you'll need to keep this on. All weekend, I mean.'

Kayla nodded, and as the kiss broke, stayed so her nose was brushing mine. 'I would love that, Sir.'

'Do you... like this?'

Another nod. 'It makes me feel yours. Like... like we're saying it. In writing. I wanna be your slut, Sir.'

'Good,' I smiled. 'Now - was that everything?'

She grinned. 'Not even close! I got a great deal at this place - including a mystery box.'

I frowned. 'And what's in the mystery box?'

Kayla leaned back, and I released the leash enough to let her. 'Not a clue, sir. But I do have these...'

She reached in and pulled out another box - not bothering to open this one - and revealed to me a set of nipple clamps, each with a small ring, and a chain to go between them.

'Oh, wow,' I said, and Kayla nodded.

'I know - I don't have a lot up-top, so I thought we could, you know. Dress me up a little.'

'Well, your tits are perfect, but I have to be honest - I kind of need to see you in all of this. Right now. Immediately.'

She blushed a little. 'D-do you wanna open the box first?' She pulled out the larger box, stylised with a question mark on it and a £30 price tag on the side.

'Later,' I said, taking it from her and putting it on the bedside table. 'For now - get the fuck out of that uniform. If I'm going to fuck you, it will be as a woman, not a schoolgirl. You are my slut, after all, are you not?'

'Yes, Sir,' she said, a little shakily, before unbuttoning her shirt all the way down, her hands nervously popping them open until it was ready to be pulled off. At that point, I lost all patience, and dove onto her. Kissing and laughing, stripping and nibbling; our hands roamed each other until she was naked, and panting, and I was in only my underwear, rock-solid beneath just a thin layer.

'What do you want me to put on first, sir?' Kayla asked as she sat up.

'Clamps,' I said, grinning. 'And I think I'll put them on for you, my slut.'

She bit her lip, and nodded. 'Yes, Sir.' Then, she popped the box open with her thumbs and passed it to me.

'Good girl.'

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