-This chapter is rated "M" for mature content. Be advised!-

OK, I'm real excited for this chapter. The other drama teacher, Ms. Brythe, will be recurring! I hope you enjoy!

"Alright, y'all! I'm the theatre production teacher, Ms. Olivet Brythe! I'll teach you all you need to know about the wonderful behind the scenes stuff in theatre. Mrs. Hannigan deals with acting, I deal with behind the scenes. We will also be learning some life lessons, such as safe sex."

She suddenly lifted up her baggy skirt, flashing her gaping, loose, hairy vagina to the class and stuck her hand into it. Girls started puking, and some guys' eyes were locked out of pure terror as they watched her pull a condom out of it.

"Here, class is what a condom looks like." She showed it to the class and opened the package, revealing the latex "tube".

"Now, If I could pull out a dildo-"

"NO!" The class screamed in unison.

"Hush now! I'm in the middle of class, you rude, disrespectful teenagers."

"You loose, bitchy whore…" Trish muttered angrily. Dane placed his hand on her back and slid it down to her butt, gently squeezing it. Trish jumped a little and smiled at him.

"Are you two quite finished back there?" Ms. Brythe asked. They both nodded and she sighed angrily and rolled her eyes before sticking her hand down into her cleavage and rummaging around in it before pulling out a long black dildo.

"Does anyone volunteer to help me demonstrate?" she asked.

None of the students sitting in the auditorium's stage right wing volunteered.

"Oh come on now. Does anyone want to help me demonstrate putting on a condom correctly as the classes' first life lesson?" Again no one raised their hand, so she sighed and face-palmed before pointing to the oldest in the class, a senior named Bryant. He was a pretty attractive guy. Unfortunately, he was gay, so it wouldn't be a surprise to find out he knew how to put one on. "You."

Bryant got up reluctantly and pulled a pair of gloves from his back pocket. He looked to Trish and she nodded sympathetically as he walked over to where Ms. Brythe stood at the end of the room. She handed him the dildo and he gagged and shivered.

"Why are you wearing those rubber gloves, hon'?"

Bryant gave her an "are you fucking kidding me?" look and replied, "Bitch, you just pulled a condom from your loose-ass pussy and a giant dildo from your in between your tits and yet you ask why I want to wear protective gloves? Bitch, I don't want to be getting your STDs. I don't know what the fuck your hoe-ass picked up while fucking guys left and right. Hell yeah i'm gonna be wearing some protective gloves!"

Ms. Brythe didn't seem to have heard him and he gaped at Trish and Dane obviously pissed the fuck off. She just placed the condom on its tip and slowly started to roll it down. Bryant breathed in through his nose and tried not to puke when he smelled what he believed to be what her vagina and breasts smell like. When she was finished she took the dildo from his hand and held it up for the rest of the class. Bryant ripped off his gloves and ran to the janitor's closet, where he knew they stored ammonia. He needed something extremely powerful to be able to wash his hands decently.

Everyone else also tried not to gag when she shoved that covered dildo down in between her boobs.

"Alright then. Now that we're finished with our life lesson of the day, here is our real lesson."

"Ms. Brythe? Hello?" Trish called to her, sounding bored.

"Excuse me?" Ms. Brythe asked, angrily.

"Is this class required or can we switch out?"

"Bitch! You're gonna stay in this class until the end of the year!"

Ally and Austin winced and looked at each other and then trish and Dane. They couldn't believe they'd have to be in this class with her ALL YEAR!

Austin looked at Ms. Brythe, who had begun to explain what they would be doing, and then to Ally. He pulled her up and they both snuck up the stairs to the costume loft, which was infamous for all the couples who've had sex up there. They would just become one of them.

Trish watched them go up and she pulled on Dane's arm, and she led him, sneakily, into the bathroom. Ms. Brythe, being old and senile, didn't realize.

They all figured they'd just have some fun while they were stuck here.

I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, and I hope you can send me your ideas and if you'd like to be in a chapter. Just check out the previous chapter, where I explained what you can do to have that happen. Thanks!