It was becoming clear that his "medicine" had indeed worked. She hadn't masturbated at all that morning, and signs were showing that she was back in a normal mindset for a girl her age; she was more concerned with her reputation among her fellow co-eds than with finding the source of her next orgasm.
They arrived at Elle's school and Adrian dropped his daughter off. Before she left the car, Adrian asked, "Got a kiss for your dad?"
"Da-aad," Elle complained, blushing.
"Okay, okay," her father conceded, "I guess you're not my little girl anymore."
She rolled her eyes, feeling a little bit guilty, so she said, "It's okay, Daddy, I'm still your little girl. Just don't say it so loud when I'm at school." She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"It's a deal," Adrian agreed, but then added, "as long as you tell your friends that I'm cool."
"I will," Elle giggled with one final sniffle, "but they'll never buy it."
Adrian was relieved to see her brighten up. "Well, a guy can try."
At that, she closed the car door and Adrian drove off, leaving her to take on the day on her own. As she approached the school, she passed several of her acquaintances. One-by-one, they all turned their heads to follow her path. Most of them avoided direct eye contact, but a couple of them couldn't help but stare in wonderment.
Elle felt like she was the unwilling star of a hidden camera TV show. She heard one of them whisper, "I saw her at the pool on Saturday." She couldn't hear the response, but she could make out the words "fashion show," "naked," and "slutty", and then giggling.
The poor girl blushed deeply. Coming into the day, she knew she would have to deal with the fallout from her classroom jill-off session, but she hadn't fully considered how her weekend exhibitionism around their small town would also make its way back to school.
Elle quickly walked to her first period science class with Mr. Nate. Before she made it through the door, she was beet red. She could only faintly remember what had happened at the end of the previous week, but she knew that she had kissed her teacher and masturbated in class until she blacked out.
As she entered the room, every head snapped to her, including Mr. Nate. Tittering started immediately and, as swiftly as possible, Elle made her way to a back corner of the room with her head down.
Mr. Nate attempted to get his classroom back under his control as more students continued to file into the room behind her. "Now class, I know not everybody's here yet, but let's take a look at the outline of what we're going to cover today," he said, attempting to distract them all.
The other kids in the class mostly avoided sitting in the seat next to Elle, but eventually a boy named Lucien got up and switched his seat. Elle had always disliked him because he often acted up in class and annoyed the teachers, and he talked about vulgar things in the halls.
Soon everyone was accounted for and class began, but Elle couldn't pay attention. She just sat, stewing in her shame, counting the minutes until the period was over. How am I even going to make it to noon? she wondered.
Lucien couldn't pay attention either. His gaze was fixed upon Elle. "Hey," he whispered to her.
Elle ignored him.
"Hey!" he rasped louder.
Elle snapped her head to him and glared.
He grinned slyly and quietly mouthed, "Let me see your pussy."
Elle snapped her head back to her desk and fumed. Lucien chuckled quietly to himself.
After a minute she heard again, more insistently, "Let me see your pussy." Elle tried to ignore it, but her burning cheeks gave her away.
Then, louder, "Lift up your dress. Let's see your goodies." This time, the boy in front of Lucien heard and snorted out a chuckle, throwing a quick glance at Elle, then backwards to Lucien. Lucien clucked out a louder laugh.
Mr. Nate, too, noticed something going on and called on the boy. "Lucien, is there something you have a question about?"
"Uh, no, sir," he replied.
Mr. Nate peered over his glasses at him for a moment, before returning to his lecture.
Lucien sank back into his seat and quieted down, but Elle could still see him out of the corner of her eye. She tried not to pay him any attention as he ever-so-slowly turned his body toward hers and then spread his legs. She could feel him staring at her as he did so. Then she saw him begin to flick his hand back and forth over the crotch of his jeans in contrived female masturbation. He quietly began to gasp mockingly, his breath crescendoing such that the girl in front of Elle turned to notice him. She stifled a shocked guffaw at his actions, and at Elle's expense.
The poor girl could take it no longer. "Stop it, you bully!" she croaked. The whole class immediately turned to look at the scene.
Mr. Nate frowned and barked, "Lucien!"
The boy suddenly gripped his desk and rumbled it against the floor. He cried out with a sneer, "I'm sorry sir, it's— it's coming from my pussyyyy!"
The classroom erupted in a roar of laughter at his callback to Elle's Friday incident. Elle was crimson with humiliation.
Mr. Nate flew into a rage, shouting above the commotion. "That's it! I warned you all not to make a big deal about this last week. Detention for you, Lucien. Go to the principal's office now."
"Whatever, man," beamed Lucien as he grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. "Less time for me to be in this shitty class." The students broke into another bout of laughter. "Peace out!"
"That's two detentions, Lucien!" Mr. Nate called after him. After the boy had made his exit, the teacher turned his attention to Elle. "You, too, are excused, young lady. Please go to one of the study rooms and wait for me there after class." He held out a hall pass that he had apparently prepared ahead of class time.
Elle couldn't leave the room fast enough. She dashed down the hall toward the row of sound-proof cubicles the school had installed to let students get homework done with fewer distractions. As she rounded a corner, she nearly ran into Phina.
"Whoa!" Phina shouted, "Oh hey, Elle! Jeez, you nearly creamed me."
"Phina! What are you doing here?" Elle sniffled and quickly wiped tears from her eyes.
"Gotta take a leak." Phina flashed her bathroom pass. "What are you doing?"
"I got in trouble and I have to go to one of the study rooms."
"Ah, man, what did you do?"
"Nothing!" Elle lamented. "It wasn't my fault."
"Ugh, that's the worst," Phina consoled. "Hey, what if you just bailed?"
"What, like leave school?"
"Yeah," Phina grinned, "Wanna skip out? I do it sometimes when I've had enough of this shit."
Elle stared into Phina's lively eyes and considered it. She would love to spend the day anywhere but here, and especially in the company of her newfound friend. But she replied, "I— I better not. I promised Daddy—er, my father—that I'd at least try to get through half the day."
Phina smiled and mussed the girl's hair, "Probably better that way. I always end up getting in more trouble in the end, anyway. How are you doing, by the way?"
"Bad. Everybody knows what I did on Friday, and now rumors are flying about Saturday and Sunday, too, like from when we went to the pool."
"Oh," nodded Phina knowingly. "Well, if it helps, those rumors aren't from me. I've only told my friends that you're cool."
Elle's eyes widened, "Really?"
"Yeah, real cool," the upperclassman smiled. "They wanna hang out sometime."
Elle's insides warmed at the revelation. She suddenly felt the urge to hug Phina, and she dove in. "Oh Phina, I'm so glad I met you. Thanks for being my friend."
"Yeah, kid." She squeezed Elle in return. "Let's get together soon. And bring your girlfriend Nat along. She's a firecracker."
The girls parted and Elle found her destination. She sat at a small study table in the sound-proof cubicle and waited until the end-of-class bell sounded. She could barely hear it through the study room's seals, but it leaked through faintly. She watched students filter by the large glass door for a while until, with a whoosh of air, Mr. Nate opened the door and joined her.
"Hello, Elle," he said, moving the table out of the way and taking a seat across from her.
"Hi," Elle said glumly.
"How are you doing this morning?"
"I'm okay," Elle answered with the stock reply.
"Good, good," he said, searching awkwardly for the right thing to say. "Um, well, do you know why I sent you here?"
"No," said Elle, "whatever it was, it wasn't my fault, Lucien—" she complained.
"I know, I know," he reassured the girl, leaning over and putting a hand on her knee. "You didn't deserve what he was doing to you. You're not in trouble for that." He then cleared his throat and said, "In fact, you're here, because I wanted to talk to you about something else. I wanted to check in on you and see if you were alright."
"Oh, okay," said Elle, "but, isn't that what the school counsellors are for?"
The elder teacher chuckled and said, "Well, yes, they sometimes do work with troubled children. But all teachers here have a responsibility for their pupils' well being."
Elle trembled with trepidation, "Is this about last week?"
Mr. Nate nodded, and the two of them sat there in silence for a brief moment. Suddenly, he sat back in his chair and stared at the wilting figure before him. "Now, I want to remind you that you missed out on class last week, after your… incident."
"I know," Elle said staring down at her lap.
"I just want you to know, after they took you to the hospital, I held an important pop quiz, which you also missed."
Elle looked up at him with watery eyes. "I did?"
Mr. Nate leered and said, "Yes, and since you missed it, you failed the quiz. And, well, that could negatively impact your grade in my class."
Big tears welled up in the young student's puppy dog eyes. "But I— I couldn't help it!"
"I understand," the teacher said, lightening up a bit. After some consideration, he begrudged, "I suppose I can give you a C—that is, if you can give me a doctor's note that details your condition. Ah, which was, by the way…?"
Brie blushed and shied away. Quietly, she started, "I'm super—" She hesitated to say the word to her school teacher, "orgasmic," she squeaked out.
Mr. Nate bent his ear, "I'm sorry?"
Brie looked at her feet, "I'm super-orgasmic. It means I… c– cum a lot."
Her teacher smirked deviously. "I see. Well, if you can give me your doctor's note for your super-orgasmic condition right now, I can mark your quiz grade up."
Elle pleaded, "I didn't get one. I might be able to get one tonight."
Her teacher responded brusquely, "I'm sorry, young lady, I need to see one now. I won't know if you've faked it otherwise."
Elle didn't know what to do. Her cheeks burned hot and she sniffled. "I don't have a note."
Mr. Nate appeared to mull another idea around. While he did, Elle could faintly hear the bell marking the end of passing time. The next class period had begun and nobody was in the halls anymore. Finally her teacher spoke again. "I suppose there are other ways you could make it up. Extra credit."
"Really?" Elle looked up at her teacher, an expression of relief washed over her face.
"Oh yes," the teacher said, "bad students do extra credit for me all the time."
"I can do that," Elle nodded vigorously. "What can I do?"
"Well," Mr. Nate replied, "I think what you can do is really quite simple."
Elle nodded again, optimistic.
"I don't think you need to do extra homework. I know you're a smart girl and you're ill, after all. And anyway, I don't have anything prepared. But, I suppose I could give you some extra credit for," he paused for emphasis, "another kiss?"
Elle was shocked. She suddenly felt cornered and very alone. The hallways were empty, and even if they weren't, nobody could hear her teacher's indecent proposition from within the sound-proof cubicle. She swallowed a large lump in her throat. She didn't want to kiss her teacher again. She hadn't really even wanted to kiss him in the first place. Then, her body had compelled her to do it against her own volition. Now, she was compelled to do it for a grade.
Elle shook her head. "I can't kiss you. It's not right. We'll get in trouble," she said, appealing to Mr. Nate's sensibility.
"Look," he gestured to the glass door of the study room, "there's nobody around to get us in trouble. It's just a quick kiss, dear child, and it's over. I had such fun last time."
The idea repulsed her, but she saw no other options. Timidly she said, "If I kiss you, you'll give me an A for the quiz?"
Mr. Nate leered and said, "No, child, a kiss would be lovely, but it's such a small thing, after all. The value of that, assuming it was a good kiss, would bring you up to a D-. If you want an A, you would need to do a little bit more."
Elle wilted further, crossing her arms in front of her. She avoided looking at Mr. Nate. He stood up from his chair and moved toward her, hovering over her. "Well, Miss Rowan? This is the one chance I'm going to give you."
Elle swallowed and then, almost imperceptibly, nodded her head.
It was enough for Mr. Nate and he quickly pulled the young girl up off the chair and up onto her feet. He bent over her and brought his face close to hers. Brie trembled with fear underneath the stature of her teacher. She closed her eyes and waited for him to come to her. Then she felt his lips against her. They were warm and firm, but at the same time rough and undesirable. She winced, but kissed back with the hope that it would satisfy him, if not permanently, at least enough that he would let her go.
At last, he pulled away from her and smiled at her condescendingly. "Oh, that was very nice, my child. That was definitely worth a D-."
Brie said nothing. She merely grabbed her arm and fidgeted on her feet.
"Well, Miss Rowan, we can talk about getting more extra credit later, but you best be getting off to your next class." Before she could move, he halted her with a finger. "However, since you're already late, you're probably going to get in trouble with your next teacher. I wonder…" he reached into his pocket and pulled out another signed hall pass, "how much this would be worth to you?"