...separate ways to their lockers.
Ben found himself daydreaming about Gwen all through his classes. Not that he hadn't before, but these were far more vivid. Gwen was also frequently distracted. Even though she could focus pretty good, her mind still went back to the wonderful weekend she had had.
By the time the two had a class together, they were already incredibly hot for one another. They continued to try and ignore the urges inside themselves, but it was hard to push them down.
Eventually Ben raised his hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?" he asked.
"Five minutes Mr. Tennyson," replied his teacher.
As he walked out the door he winked a Gwen. Gwen caught his meaning and raised her hand as well. "Can I go too?" she asked.
"It's against school policy," replied the teacher. "But since you're such a good student, I suppose you can go too."
A few whispers of "teacher's pet" followed her as Gwen left the room. She shrugged them off and ran to join Ben.
"I hate the things the others say about me," Said Gwen as Ben kissed her neck. "It's so… immature."
"Like what?" Asked Ben as he moved to nibble her ear and rub her breasts through her shirt.
Gwen shook her head. "Stupid things, like I'm a 'teacher's pet.' That I can live with. Then there are those who say I 'must be pretty good to blow job my way to strait A's.' It sickens me."
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