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Headmistress

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A followup to “Headmaster,” I forgot to click on the Author field when I posted it… #Pregnant

Note: This is psychological, but written by a self-centered amateur. She’s going to make excuses, blame the victim, and she has a low opinion of pretty much everyone else. So, TW: Misogyny, AND Misandry. Somewhat akin to a Narcissist, she compensates for her own low self image by projecting on others, but because her feelings are sexual, her conscious thoughts are Sexist. As such, she’s likely to offend pretty much anyone.

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Suzanne

I knew that I was late, but I stopped by the faculty lavatory and burned another tester, then quickly fixed my undies to take it in the office.

“Sorry I’m late,” I set it face up on the desk, already knowing what it would say, once the chemical reaction developed.

“Expecting good news?” He was polite, but I just busied myself, unpacking my notes from the night before. “Or bad news?”

I shook my head, and shrugged. “I suppose it’s neutral, or it could go either way. I have to make up my mind, some time, but this might force my hand.”

I knew that I’d come out Positive. Pregnant, they sold them by the 3 pack. For couples trying to get pregnant, I’m single for the moment, but I can always get a man, if I need him.

“Then why are you avoiding the test?”

I glanced over, and looked up. Grinning. No longer trying to hide the triumph, and pride on my face. “I’m going to be a mother!” I jumped up, and hugged him. He just patted my back, politely.

“Congratulations, but what does this mean to you? As far as your career, and degrees.”

“Huh, I don’t know.” I let go, to shake my head. Lying, I already thought about, “Skipping the summer semester, I might be able to get by with my Masters, or come back for my Doctorate in a couple years. I need to think about it, but.” I pulled back his schedule. “You better get ready for your appointment.”

He’s married, and a father, but really more of a Supervisor than a Boss, or Instructor. The internship was required, but I was amazed to find out how easy it was to find the perfect boy. With bright blue eyes, dirty blond hair, and an adorable face. Big round cheeks that light up red when he’s aroused, I pinch, or slap them. Just one, to have it warmed up, while the other is the natural untanned flesh tone.

Neutral, we’d been trying for months now, and the only decision I had left was when to tell him. Break it off, leave him to his boyfriend, and get on with my life. I told him not to get emotionally attached, develop feelings for me, which was easier said than done, but I can always quit. Leave, move back to my parent’s house so they can take care of My son, while I’m away at work.

Just a means to an end. Fortunately, freshmen heal quickly, his heart will recover, he has a senior to help him get over me. Pick up the Rebound, so to speak. He’ll be fine, without me. Just fine.

“Huh?” I looked up at the clock, “You’re early.” She sat down, on the seats, and I put it out of my head, so I didn’t have to hide it on my face.

“What are you so happy about?” She stopped sulking, and brightened up, “You get lucky last night, or something?”

“Something like that,” I finished marking her arrival time, and folded back the cover of his schedule. Picked up the pregnancy test, and held it up. “I got some good news this morning. I’m going to have a baby!”

“Oh,” she looked back, and forth at my hands. “I didn’t know you’re married.” Checking my fingers for rings. Nope, there are no rings on me.

“I’m not, not even dating.” I kept an eye on the clock.

“So, who’s the father?”

“I don’t know, honestly. There were so many.”

“Oh,” she looked down, “you’re raped.” Uncomfortably.

“No, hahaha! It was purely consensual, even though I was drunk, I wasn’t that drunk.”

“At a party?” She guessed, but she was already starting to warm up, and she relaxed her victim posture. I made a mental note to check her file, and listen in.

“No, it was a a bar. A college bar, they kept trying to buy me drinks, until I cut myself off. I didn’t want to pass out, forget, or go numb. So, I remember it well.” I looked up, and took a deep breath. Remember him looking up, with his cheeks bright, and sighed. “Every second of it, and I felt everything.” I picked up the phone, and hit intercom. “She’s here.”

“Well, right on time. I’m ready if she is.” She got up, and sighed, took a deep breath, and held it, but I could smell her wafting over my desk when she walked past. “What seems to be the problem?” I held my hand over the speaker, so he couldn’t hear it all the way back in the office, until she shut the door.

“Well, your secretary was just talking.” My heart skipped a beat, when she started telling what I told her.

“She’s not a secretary. Why don’t you have a seat?” I didn’t hear anything but a pause, before he went on. “She’s an intern, so if you might be more comfortable talking to her.”

“Huh, no. It’s okay, it’s not about me anyway. I have this, friend.”

It’s harder to tell if she’s lying or not, without seeing the expression on her face, but 1. “I have this, friend,” even without the pause is one of the most common ways to distance yourself. “It’s not about me… I have this, friend.”

She went on, “You know the Romeo, and Juliet law?”

“Well, actually it’s a subset of the Age of Consent statute.” He corrected, politely. “I’m not a lawyer.”

“Yeah, well he just had a birthday, so technically he’s 6 years older for a couple months, so I was just wondering if I could report him.”

“For what?”

“Statutory rape.”

“Your friend, it sounds like she’s younger, so. How much younger are we talking about?”

“Fifth Grade. They don’t have a psychologist at her school, so. I thought I’d ask you if it would be all right. She doesn’t know I’m here, I mean in your office. Of course she knows I go to school here, but I feel a little guilty talking to you behind her back.”

“Well, that is a little young, so just doing the math. He must be seventeen, or eighteen?”

“Huh, she’s too young to have a boyfriend, and she’s not even hot. Why do you think he’s even attracted to her, when she hasn’t even had her period yet, and.” She stopped to take a breath, so he could get a word in edgewise.

“All right, take a deep breath, and try to calm down. I know this must be confusing for you, but you’re starting to upset yourself, so why don’t you take a minute.”

“Huh, you’re right.” She slowly caught her breath, until I couldn’t hear her breathing across the room, but that gave me an opportunity to bring up her file. Carefully pressing the keys, so they didn’t click. Technically, it is okay to listen into his interviews, but only with the patient’s written consent. So, I made a mental note to have her sign that waiver, just to make it official. Until then, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her feelings.

Of course, his bumbling cocking it up just makes it more likely for her to be in tears when she comes out, or change her mind about talking to me. Especially after I put the image of gangbangs into her head.

“So, your intern. You think maybe I can talk to her, too? No offense, Dr. but you have no idea what it’s like to be a teenage girl, and you helped a lot, but maybe I can talk with her, too?”

“Of course, but I’ll have her set up an appointment after school. For the time being, would it be all right if we cycled back to the boy?”

“Huh, he’s a child molester, isn’t he?”

“While I can’t diagnose mental illness secondhand, in absentia. That’s latin for.”

“While absent, yeah. I figured it out.”

“Regardless, you said that your friend didn’t want to get him in trouble.” I head him pick up the phone from the cradle, and switched off of Intercom, before he could dial.

“Dr. Ritter’s office, he’s busy with a student right now, but this is Janice, may I help you?”

“It’s me, can you pull Adrian Petersen’s file, and have the office page him?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Also, we’re going to have to have Detective Santiesteban talk to him when he gets out. I should’ve known it was him.”

“Yes, of course.” While they wrapped up, I typed her name in the Waiver form, and printed it out…

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[Redacted] (Some names are changed or withheld to protect the innocent, and guilty alike. Adrian Petersen’s would be a matter of public record, if this wasn’t all a fantasy to begin with.)

“Sign here,” she held up the sign-out sheet, “And here.” On a clipboard.

“Um, you think we could talk, after school?”

“Of course, let me check my schedule.” She set the clip-board down, and went back to the calendar book. “I don’t have any appointments. What’s this about?”

“Uhm, why don’t you walk me to class?” I already have a note, in case I come back late for lunch, but she said “Step into my office,” and unlocked the Faculty Lavatory.

I laughed nervously. “What’s this about?”

“Huh, well. I was thinking about what we’re talking about, before I went in to talk to Dr. Ryder.”

“The gangbang?” She guessed.

“Huh, well. I was wondering, how you managed to get pregnant, while avoiding STIs.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on getting pregnant, but I was pretty drunk, and the fact that you have to keep your tests up to date might have made it easier to let my inhibitions slip.”

“I thought you said it was a bar?”

“Well, it’s really more of a private nightclub, but I started out in the bar.”

“A strip club?”

“No, a sex club.”

“Huh, well too bad they don’t have something like that for teenagers.”

“You’re 16?” I nodded, “Well, unfortunately, the law makes a distinction between being old enough to consent to sex, and a sexual performance.”

“What’s that?”

“Pornography, striptease, and group sex in a semiprivate environment.”

“Like a sex club?”

“A private sex club, is still public enough to be considered a sexual performance, according to the law.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you’re a Legal intern.”

“Paralegal, with minors in Psychology, and Education.” She nodded. “I haven’t really decided which way my career can go, but I’m keeping my options open. Barring that, fantasy about an underage sex club, the best way to avoid STIs is to make sure they’re virgins.”

“Huh, well. Then they don’t know what they’re doing.” I remember him, when he was just starting to. Well, molest me. I didn’t think about it that way, for years. Even when I started growing pubes, and breasts, they disgusted him, but then he started molesting my sister, and I didn’t even get jealous.

That was the part that Dr. Ryder got wrong. It didn’t make me feel disgusted, he left me feeling disgusting, for growing up.

“Well, what they lack in quality, they can make up for in Quantity.”

“Oh!’ I hugged her, “I knew you’d understand.” I can’t even say why, I just knew.

She laughed, “Well, of course you’re not the first girl that was ever interested in gang-bangs. Dr. Ryder may have a pretty good education, and even experience talking to teenage girls, but back in his day. He didn’t grow up with hot, and cold running porn, and erotica on their phones.” She laughed some more. “He had his father’s Penthouse, of course. Magazines, but back in the day, they were considered risque for showing bush.”

“Pubic hairs?”

“Yeah, they didn’t shave back then, either. They couldn’t show penetration, so they just pointed the dildo, or vibrator.” She held her hand up, but she didn’t stick her tongue in her cheek, “And look at them, with their mouthes hanging open, and grinning like this.”

I couldn’t help giggling. “And no dicks?”

“Well, not a lot of them. Most of them didn’t even have men in them, just girls, and toys.”

“Ew,” I shook my head.

“You have a problem with sex toys?”

“Oh, no. Girl-girl.” I pointed at my mouth, “Gag me.”

“Ohohoh. No, I don’t have the proper equipment to gag you.” She reached out, and flushed the toilet, “But, you better get to class.”

“Huh, yeah.” I gave her one last hug, “Thanks.”

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Janice (Alias, Lies, Denial, and Excuses.)

So, she said goodbye to her friends, while I waited by the door to the buses, then she waited for them to leave, before she came up to me.

“So, where’s the boys?” She looked excited, to have her first gangbang.

“Practice,” I pulled out my pendant watch, and checked the time. Actually, detention. I checked her file, but either she was a good girl, or more likely better at hiding it than most. Just a few warnings about Dress Code violations, so she had to be sent home, to change. Not even a reprimand, but they had to file the verbal warning, to justify her absence, without punishing her for skipping class.

All signs of sexual histrionics, seeking attention, from boys. Sexual attention, after she was molested, and dumped for her younger friend. No longer friends, from the way she talked about it. It’s hard to live with someone after they steal your boyfriend away.

“I can’t wait!”

“Well, you know the most common complain from teenage boys is virginity. It’s okay for girls to be virgin, but boys have added peer pressure to do it before they graduate.”

“You mean, seniors!?” She practically squealed with excited giggles.

“Some of them.” Probably.

“Well, I guess it’s good, there being more than one of them, so I can take my pick.” At the car, I looked around, and got a safe sex kit out of the trunk. Dropping in my attache, I handed it to her.

“What’s this?”

“You’re not on birth control?”

“Yeah, but you said that they’ll all be virgins, so I don’t have to worry about getting diseases.”

“Well, condoms aren’t 100%.”

“98%”

“Yeah, but that’s if used correctly, and even if you take that statistic as average, that means the odds narrow to 1-to-1 after you use them 50 times.”

“Fifty guys!? At once!?”

“Huh, well. Lets not get ahead of ourselves, why don’t you start with a more manageable number, your first time.”

“Oh, it’s not my first time, but you can’t tell anyone, I said that, right? It’s confidential.”

“Of course not, but I ment your first group sex experience.” I rubbed her shoulders, “You might find the reality a little overwhelming, and you haven’t considered all the risks.”

“What else is there?” She shook her head, and held back a finger. “Pregnancy, I’m on the pill.” Another one, “Rubbers for STIs, as if they’d lie about being virgins. If anything, boys are going to lie if they are virgins, and say they’ve been with a hundred women.”

“Hahaha, yeah.” I rolled my eyes, “But there’s also the possibility of them getting violent, and hurting you. Not just your feelings, you’re emotionally tough, but they can get rough with you.”

“Well, I don’t mind if they’re a little rough,” she acted tough, but couldn’t hide a little fear in her eyes. “Huh, you’re right,” she rubbed her arms, “But how do you make sure they don’t rough me up?”

“Easy, they won’t dare with me there, to supervise.”

“oh”‘ she grinned, “You want to watch?” Nodding in answer to her own question.

“No, of course I don’t just want to watch, but just in case, there’s too many for you to handle. I might be able to handle the surplus.” I grinned.

“Yeah, right. You just want some of their cock, too.”

“Well, call that a side benefit. I don’t have to do this for you, you know.” She nodded.

“Okay,” she played along, “i don’t mind sharing, the dreggs, but I get first pick, okay?”

“Sure.”

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2B Continued…

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