By the end of the third day, I was comfortable enough to make my own way around the school without needing David showing me everything but I still hung around with him. Definitely one of the good ones. Who knows, when I leave this school — as, no doubt, I will as soon as dad says we’re moving away — maybe, just maybe, this is a friendship that will stick. Be nice. Normally, when I move on, friendships are quick to disappear. That’s always disappointing.
“I’m sure they’ll care,” said Mrs Price as she still tried to convince me that grassing the bullies up was still the right thing to do.
I shook my head again. “Do you know what they say about you?”
“I don’t care…”
“You should. Half of them want to fuck you… Disrespectful to both you and your husband… The other half… They think you have a cock…”
“Playground stuff…”
“Not denying it…”
“What?”
“Show us.”
“Don’t be so ridiculous.”
“I said show us… Prove they’re lying,” I pointed the gun at her.
“What have I ever done to you?”
My mind drifted back to the numerous occasions she made me, or one of my classmates, feel stupid in front of everyone else. We’d stand there, after she told us to stand, and not be able to do a damned thing to stop her from tearing us apart over the slightest thing. Talking in class, no homework, poor homework, not paying attention, not getting the required pass mark on one of her many surprise tests… Anything could set her off. Sometimes it was justified but most of the time the dressing down we received was over the top and probably against the school’s policies. I wonder if the school actually has any policies, thinking about it.
“Come on,” I said. “We’re waiting.”
“What do you want?”
“What do I want? I want to make you feel as little as you make us feel…”
“I make you feel little?”
“You know you do and, more to the point, you know when you’re doing it. You always have the same wry smile upon your face.”
“If I’ve ever made you feel stupid, I’m sorry…” She looks as though she’s about to cry but I don’t care. She deserves this. I aimed the gun directly at her eye so she could see straight down the barrel. “Please don’t make me do this…” I pulled the hammer back once more, having carefully released it earlier. She started to cry. I, on the other hand, started to get excited. The feeling of power I’m wielding, I could get used to this. “Okay…” she said. She stood up, with her legs shaking, and unzipped the back of her tight black skirt. She paused, perhaps hoping I was going to tell her I was joking and she didn’t have to remove it. I’ll be doing no such thing. I could feel myself harden. Is it wrong to ask Rebecca to come back over? Maybe I should test out Mrs Price? Well, that is if she doesn’t have a cock. Don’t think I fancy a blow job from a woman with a prick.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked; a wry smile on my face. Her face reddens as she drops her skirt. I can’t help but feel a little disappointed to note she isn’t wearing stockings but rather tights instead. On the plus side, they’re over the top of a white cotton thong. Not quite the PVC or latex we were expecting to see. Perhaps she saves that for the weekends and days where she works the detention hall? A further plus to the situation reveals no penis. Just a nice mound where her pubic bone is. I’d love to fuck her. I bet she fucks like a good ‘un.
“Happy?” she asked, fighting back her tears.
“What do you think class?” a quick scan of my fellow classmates, of which I thought the lads would be grateful for this, revealed no one was looking at Mrs Price. They were all looking directly at me. “Look at her!” I ordered and they did. I looked back at Mrs Price, “Turn around… Let them see you…” Following instructions like a good little student, she turned on the spot. She looked at them… A look in her eyes suggesting she was hoping one of them would come and help her, perhaps give her a jacket or something to wrap herself in. “Bend over I ordered.”
“Surely this is enough,” she said.
I shook my head. “Not yet. Bend over.” She wept as she bent over, facing me. “Now turn around,” I said. She did as she was told until her sweet arse was facing me directly. I can see the outline of her pussy lips through the material of both the tights and the thong. It makes me wonder what it would taste like. Perhaps a step too far? I’ll have a bet I’m not the only one thinking along those lines, though. Even Piers, through his bloodied face, must be fancying a taste too. I should have made him turn around. I didn’t mean to give him such a delightful treat. I licked my lips at the thought of what her juices would taste like and shifted in my chair. I’ve heard people say it tastes of fish but I don’t believe it. I hope it doesn’t. I’m not a fan of fish. I’m hoping it tastes like chicken like one of my other friends described. Maybe I’ll be in this school long enough to make a relationship with a girl. That’d be nice. But then… Maybe I could just pull Mrs Price towards me now… Pull her towards me, rip her tights… Pull her knickers to one side and give her a lick. My mouth is watering. I’m tempted but I won’t. Not because I don’t really want to and not because she isn’t attractive. It’s just… She is older than me. Maybe too old? Maybe she is past her sell by date and her creamy juices are off? Perhaps that is when they taste of fish. All this picturing what it tastes like… Rebecca… I’m ready for round two…
5
“She is fit, though,” I said to David. He didn’t answer. He just smiled as he tucked into his lunchtime sandwich. “I mean, how are we supposed to concentrate when faced with that every day? I definitely would…”
“I wouldn’t,” said David. He swallowed his mouthful and took a sip of his carton of orange.
“What?”
“I said I wouldn’t.”
“You wouldn’t want to sleep with Mrs Price?” I asked with a surprised tone of voice. David shook his head. “You’re kidding me, right? I think you’re the only person who doesn’t want to sleep with her… I mean, as long as the rumours aren’t true and she doesn’t have a manhood growing down there.”
“Not my cup of tea,” said David. I looked at him again. It was hard to tell whether he was having a laugh or not.
“Not your cup of tea?”
“No… Well… Not unless the rumours are true…” he continued.
“Wait… What? You want to sleep with her if she does have a cock?”
He smiled.
“What? Are you gay?”
David looked me straight in the eye as he swallowed his next mouthful of cucumber sandwich, “Yes…”
“Oh…”
“Is that a problem?”
I shook my head, “No, not at all… Just… You know… When Piers and his friends were calling you gay… I just thought… Well, you know… I thought they were name calling. I didn’t realise they were stating actual fact. Not really any of my business…” There was an awkward pause, “I’m not, by the way…”
David laughed, “It’s okay, I’m not about to pounce on you. I kind of guessed you weren’t going by conversations we’ve been having! But… I mean… How do you know if you’ve never tried it?” I looked at him with a worried look on my face. He gave me a wink and suddenly responded by bursting out with laughter, “I’m messing… Jesus, should have seen your face.”
“Yeah, good one… Okay… You got me…” I started to laugh; a delayed reaction.
I didn’t care whether David was straight or gay. His sexual preferences were of no concern to me. Just because he was homosexual, it didn’t mean I couldn’t have him as a good friend and, sitting here with him in my first week, I felt lucky to consider him a buddy.