A Lesson After Hours: Jay's Monster Mac

Chapter 3: The Great Fall

Ding Dong! You hear the annoying cell phone bell ringing all throughout the halls. That means there's five minutes left to return to class. And of course, you have to see your teacher, Mr. McCormick again, after your embarrassing moment earlier. You anxiously speed walk to class, excited to see him regardless. As you arrive to the library, you see him doing his hot, typical brisk walk back and forth across the room. What could he be running around like that for? You quietly enter the library, but apparently, not quietly enough. He sees you. As soon as you open the door, the testosterone scent wafts over to you, and you're completely swooning over him.

He walks over to you just as briskly as he paced through the library. Could he have been waiting for you? "Y/n, you ran out of here so quickly earlier. I'm really sorry if I embarrassed you. I.. well... I really liked your drawings. You have a lot of talent, y/n. Maybe.. Oh, never mind. That's not a good idea. ." He leaves you wondering. "What isn't a good idea, Mr. McCormick?" You reply. "Maybe.. well. I'm free for help tomorrow afternoon. Maybe you could draw me?" He mumbles. He checks his watch, noticing the bell is about to ring. "Well, in any event. Let's get to class, y/n."

He gently places his hand on your shoulder and leads you down the stairs. It's electric. You can feel your whole body tingling in waves from where his hand is placed all the way down to your toes, making sure to slowly trickle down your genitals. You imagine the waves being his fart, rumbling carefully down your entire spine.

You make your way to your seat, carefully guided by his veiny, hairy hand. The other students seem to notice this. It doesn't bother either of you. Nobody can get in the way of your love. As you make it to your seat, you watch Mr. McCormick walk to his desk. In the midst of your staring, you trip, falling directly in front of his desk. Everything starts to go black.