"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‚Ä¶ 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."
"How would you like Wild-mutt to rip them a new one?" Ben offered with an evil grin.
Gwen smiled lustfully. "Ooh, that's so sweet," she said, kissing his lips. "But I'll pass. I can fight my own wars." She looked at her watch. "Time's up."
They broke up and stepped from the stall. Gwen readjusted her shirt and Ben wiped her lip gloss from his face.
"At lunch then?" she asked.
Ben nodded excitedly. "Totally."
With that, the two teens headed back to class.
Lunch period. While everyone else was outside enjoying the period playing ball or talking, Gwen had levitated herself an...