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"Jura? Would you stay after class for a moment, please? There's something I'd like to talk with you about."

The lovebird glanced over to his friend beside him before looking back up to Ms. Greyson where she sat behind her desk. She felt his gaze, returned the look, and nodded before diving back into her stack of papers; Nao, meanwhile, nudged at Jura's shoulder as he rose to follow the bell out of the classroom.

"Better do it," the younger penguin murmured, slipping his books under his arm. "My mom's not really one for excuses."

Jura sighed and rolled his head back. "I might not be out in time for the bus. Wait for me?"

"For sure, dude. Good luck."

So then it was just the two of them, high school senior Jura here and his calculus teacher Ms. Greyson, while the sound of the ending school day roiled through the open door - and then pitched down to a rumble as it closed and naturally locked. The pressure began to close in; Jura swallowed and squirmed in his seat. The older chinstrap penguin nodded to herself, tapped the papers on her desk, and then stood up, smoothing the front of her blouse and skirt as she began to make her way around.

"So I understand," she began, "that you've been pursuing a little bit of something with my son."

His heart leapt into his throat, his feathers ruffled out, his talons popped through the fabric of his jeans where he rested his hand and poked into his leg. That had begun earlier in the year through some rather favorable chance encounters with Nao, beginning from hanging out at lunch to spending their occasional free period together, to riding the bus back to one of their places. Hell, even just this past Monday, behind the gyms...

Jura's desk creaked as Ms. Greyson leaned in against it, one leg coming slightly up and across for comfort. He glanced down, saw the sleek blare white plumage, swallowed, looked back up. "I-I mean..." he began, all the gears in his mind grinding to a halt."

"Oh, no, I'm not saying I mind, Jura. I helped direct the sex ed program at this school. I know we've got the best for four counties in any direction, and I also know that it goes a little... above and beyond, in that regard. God, I had to push hard for that, but I know it was worth it. Safety comes first and foremost, but of course second to that it's important that everyone involved has fun. Right?"

'Wait, shouldn't we - use a condom?' Jura had asked the first time they had gone that far; 'of course not,' Nao had replied,'what are you gonna do - get pregnant?'

"Yeah," he answered, lamely.

The penguin still sitting atop his desk smiled, clacked her beak gently, and turned her head. Then, slowly, she pulled herself more fully on top of the somewhat small surface, and to his surprised draped one leg off of either side. Her student sat back in his seat, feeling trapped and, thanks to overactive teenage hormones, a little bit worked up.

"So I just want to make sure," she went on, straightening up as she did so. Jura struggled to keep his eyes from diving into the shadow beneath her skirt like a fish ducking for cover within an anemone. "That my two boys are keeping everything safe and fun." She tapped a talon against her beak. "Has he been topping?"

Jura froze. "Ms. Greyson-"

"Susan." She tilted her head the other way. "He's quite good at it, you know. Put that tongue of his to use, too. It's a lot stronger now than it used to be, but I have to say, Jura..."

Am I in a dream? the lovebird thought, following her hand as it dropped down to the white feathers of her revealed knee, and began climbing from there. Claws hooked beneath the hem of her skirt, started dragging it up... Yeah. I have to be. Class isn't over yet, and I just fell asleep, and I'm horny since I didn't jack off like usual before catching the bus this morning, and... and...

And Ms. Greyson - Susan - leaned back, legs spread off either side of Jura's desk, skirt pulled halfway up her belly to show that she wore no panties underneath. Nestled gently among soft, downy plumage barely visible across softer skin, Jura stared forward and down, now completely unable to keep himself from looking. It was what she wanted, of course, and he couldn't deny: it was what he wanted, too.

"I'm curious about what you can do. Last time you stayed the night, I heard you, you know." She brought a hand down, slid her fingers through those soft feathers, pressed against succulent damp flesh, and spread herself; Jura swallowed and leaned in against the side of the desk for a closer look. "Well. I heard Nao. So I want to feel that tongue of yours for myself."

His throat felt dry - which it will feel the opposite in a few minutes, he thought, heart still trying to pound out of his chest. He looked up at his teacher. "Right - right here?"

"Door's locked." Susan nodded over to it. "Regulation since the start of the year that they do it on its own. You see I have the paper in front of the window to... prevent classroom distractions, too." Two of those fingers sank slowly, wetly in, dribbling a clear strand of stickiness out onto his desk. It pooled there and then began slowly rolling to the slight incline. "Consider it extra credit. You're already getting some bonus points for keeping my son in line - and keeping his skills sharp. Do this for me, and I could probably..." Here Susan slid those fingers back out of herself and reached down for him, trailing them across his beak as she tilted his head up to face her. Her scent wafted around him, vaguely similar to Nao's musk yet still so sharply distinct - and it still made his pants tighter. "I could probably find the time to return the favor. Do we have a deal?"

Jura swallowed, his mouth still dry, then nodded silently. Ms. Greyson - Susan - smiled, winked, and sat back again, scooting herself closer to the edge of the desk. The lovebird took in a breath, tasted nothing but her on the air, then scooped his arms underneath her legs - and dove in.