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."

any evidence, so everyone will think it's just another stupid rumour. And at

the Troy Sparks had any clue who I was. I didn't even hear the next part of the conversation, but suddenly they were both looking at me waiting for a

I began, until I saw Karen nodding her head yes at me, so I quickly

all confident, informed me, "Great, so you'll be

wanted to say no, but again Karen was nodding her head yes. So reluctantly, very reluctantly, I

Troy said, "Great, I'll be in touch," and headed off

Karen grabbed my hand and teased, "Geez, you really

to class just as the bell 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

I responded

at getting such a compliment from 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,

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

Some of you come from a minority racial background, some of you have unique 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

whether it's long or short, just write until the message shines through. You are dismissed." She sat on top of a desk near the door and watched as we got ready to leave. She then requested, "Jenny, can you

eager to hear what she had to say and