Dear Diary,
"It's a simple principle. Your slit must be readily available, as your mouth is."
Those words in my memory still sting. Was almost a year ago when he made me suck him off. For letting me stay on in the Sandon. And he would even let me start a cheerleading squad.
Don't know what happened to him. A new principal came last month.
For a week after he was gone, I continued to follow the same routine, removing my panties whenever I was in the school compound. Just as he wanted. Somehow I thought maybe he still had spies around. Or maybe he was testing me, to see if I would still follow his instructions when he wasn't here. I found out from the secretary that Fairbanks had been replaced. Still I did not believe it was true.
It was difficult at first. Going to the girls' locker room in the morning, taking off my panties and stashing it in my bag. And I wouldn't be allowed to wear them again till the end of the day when school ended. If I was found by him to have flouted this rule, I would be punished. Some of the male teachers seemed to be in on it. I got asked a lot to go up to the blackboard to write, especially when the middle section of the board is already filled with writing so I had to reach up to write on the top part of the board or bend down to write on the bottom part. When I am sitting down in class, I often catch the teachers stealing glances at my legs. Mr. Conrad most of all. Especially when I have cheerleading practice day and am wearing a short skirt.
I learnt to cross my legs whenever I sit down, so I don't expose myself. It did get easier. Once I got used to the routine. But it still hurts when I hear the boys whispering that I was an easy lay. It was totally untrue. I have not gotten involved with any of the boys. But Fairbanks would use me frequently. That was the word he would say - "used". Used my mouth.
Oh, time for cheerleading practice. Got to go.
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Janus Research: for detective stories with a twist.
17 years ago


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