Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep24

"Good to hear," Karen said and then informed me, "By the way, the first rumour about you has already hit Gossip Alley."

"W-w-what? W-what are they saying?" I stuttered, fearing what she would tell me next.

"I hear that you slept with a couple of basketball players in return for the privilege of becoming a PomPom."

"No, that's terrible!" I bewailed, tears forming in my eyes.

Karen rubbed my back gently as she chided me sympathetically, "Oh Jenny, get used to it! How many rumours have you heard about me?"

I thought about that and realized I'd heard lots. From the one where she gave blow jobs to our quarterback Aiden Smith before every game, to her sleeping with the hot gym teacher Mr. Parker and his wife, to her spending all last summer in rehab for drug and alcohol abuse. "Lots," I admitted honestly.

"And trust me, almost none of them are true; we're the celebrities at the high school. And rumours are like the tabloids, they feed the masses stories, the juicier the better, regardless of whether they're true or not. People want to live vicariously through us."

I considered her explanation as I said, "But people will think I'm a slut."

so am I; but if stories go around about it they won't have any evidence, so everyone will think it's just another stupid rumour. And at least people will know who you are," she said. Right at that moment Troy

who I was. I didn't even hear the next part of the conversation, but suddenly they were both looking

head yes at me, so I quickly regrouped

informed me, "Great, so

to say no, but again Karen was nodding her head yes. So reluctantly, very reluctantly, I somehow conquered my shyness and told him, "Sounds

bell rang and Troy said, "Great, I'll be in touch,"

stood there stunned as Karen grabbed my hand and teased, "Geez, you really are turning into

rang. Up till now all my teachers had noticed my new look, and they'd all given me a questioning glance or two, but none had said anything. But that changed as soon as I walked into Miss Morgan's English class. Miss Morgan gave me her usual bright smile, but this time she said, "Wow,

I

a teacher I'd spent many late nights fantasizing about while I... you know. Miss Morgan is a brand new first-year teacher and easily one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. She has these hypnotic ocean-blue eyes, long straight blonde hair, large breasts that she doesn't hide but even pretty much shows off with those tight sweaters she usually wears, and she has long, luscious legs that she always shows off in pantyhose (although

but it seemed to me that Miss Morgan would often take glimpses at my legs. By the end of the class I was convinced I was right, as the looks came often

paused before finishing, "So your assignment, due tomorrow, is to write a poem, in the style of Langston Hughes, in

write until the message shines through. You are dismissed."

responded, both eager to hear what she had to say and scared