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?" | stuttered, fearing what she would tellnext.

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

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

Karen rubbed my back gently as she chidedsympathetically, "Oh Jenny, get used to it! How many rumours

have you heard about me?"

| 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," | 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."

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

"Well, you just so happen to be one and 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 Sparks, a 6'3" black basketball player, walked over to us and greeted, "Hi Karen, Hi Jenny."

| blushed; stunned that the Troy Sparks had any clue who | was. | didn't even hear the next part of the

conversation, but suddenly they were both looking atwaiting for a response. "Sorry, what?" | asked like a

confused idiot. Troy askedagain, "Are you going to the Valentine's Dance?"

"Oh, no, | don't go to dances," | began, until | saw Karen nodding her head yes at me, so | quickly regrouped and

said with a sly smile on my face, "but there's always a first tfor everything."

Troy, all confident, informed me, "Great, so you'll be my date?"

A slight gasp escaped my lips as | realized that he was askingto be his date at a major dance. | wanted to

say no, but again Karen was nodding her head yes. So reluctantly, very reluctantly, | somehow conquered my

shyness and told him, "Sounds great."

The warning bell rang and Troy said, "Great, I'll be in touch," and headed off to whatever class he had.

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

This broughtback to reality and we got to class just as the bell rang. Up till now all my teachers had noticed

my new look, and they'd all givena questioning glance or two, but none had said anything. But that changed

as soon as | walked into Miss Morgan's English class. Miss Morgan gaveher usual bright smile, but this time

she said, "Wow, Jenny you're a PomPom girl?"

"Yes ma'am," | responded politely.

"That's a real surprise," she said, then added, "But in a good way! And you look adorable in your new outfit!" |

blushed and my pussy leaked just a smidge 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, luscious legs that she always shows off in pantyhose (although deep down | hoped they were

secret stockings or thigh highs). Her smile always mademelt and her voice, so sweet and innocent, was the

icing on an already perfect cupcake. | guess I've just made it pretty clear | have a crush on her, just like the one

I've always had on Karen.

| managed to force out a mutter, "Thank you, Miss," and sat down in my front-row seat. | didn't know at first if it

was a coincidence or not, but it seemed tothat Miss Morgan would often take glimpses at my legs. By the

end of the class | was convinced | was right, as the looks coften enough that they could no longer be just

coincidence. As she talked about Langston Hughes and how he was the voice of a minority, | zoned out and

wondered if Miss Morgan was a lesbian. | had to close my legs tight so as to not get too excited and desperately

attempted to pay attention to her lecture.

Just before the bell was to ring Miss Morgan gave us all a brief assignment; She explained, "We all belong to

minorities in sway. Sof you cfrom a minority racial background, sof you have unique family

situations, and sof 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 world."

Someone asked how long and she said, "This is poetry so the length is irrelevant, so 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 please stay for a minute?"

"Sure, Miss Morgan," | responded, both eager to hear what she had to say and scared of what she might

discover.

As the class dispersed, she told me, "I'd like you to write about this whole PomPom situation."

"Excuse me?" | asked confused.

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and began to leave. As | reached the

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wave; she instantly put her head

down, but | was now pretty

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