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."

just another stupid rumour. And at least people will know who you are," she said. Right at that moment Troy Sparks,

even hear the next part of the conversation, but suddenly they were both looking at me waiting for a response. "Sorry, what?" I asked

her head yes at me, so I quickly regrouped and said with a sly smile on my face, "but there's always

confident, informed me, "Great,

was asking me to be his date at a major dance. I wanted to say

I'll be in touch," and headed off to whatever class

and teased,

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

ma'am," I responded

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 deep down I hoped they were secret stockings or thigh highs). Her smile always made me melt and

coincidence or not, 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 enough that they could no longer be just coincidence. As she talked about Langston Hughes and how he was the voice of a minority, I zoned out and wondered if Miss Morgan was a lesbian. I had to close my legs tight so as to not get too excited and desperately attempted to pay

family situations, and some of you may feel insecure about something else unusual about you." She paused before finishing, "So your assignment, due tomorrow, is to write a poem, in the style of Langston Hughes, in other words simplistic in word usage but deep in message, about being in a minority. Get personal, get passionate, dig deep to see how you are a minority in this class, this school, this city, this country or this

short, just write until the message shines through. You are dismissed." She sat

both eager to hear what she had to say and scared of what she might