0 comments/ 34600 views/ 0 favorites A Substitute's 1st Day Ch. 1 By: eager eighteen Brian Smith was just months out of college when he received the phone call. Glancing at the caller id, Brian rolled his eyes as he realized it was his uncle Phil, always his advocate, on the line. He expected the usual lecture: "Brian, you can't live off of your parents' will forever. You need to find some occupation... With a B.S. in Biology..." The rant usually continued for another 5 minutes or so, until Brian couldn't handle it anymore, shutting up his uncle with a brief statement of remorse followed by some excuse or another to get off the phone. Regardless of the given excuse, his final words were always, "Phil, listen, I love you man. I'm just not ready to go out there yet. I'll do it soon, I promise. Thanks again." But this time, Phil had a different reason for calling. No lecture this time. Just a simple offer. Before Brian could even say "hello," Phil stated, calmly and in monotone, "This is the last time I'll help you. If you refuse this offer, I am going to cease contact. Out of respect for your parents' lives and deaths, as well as for my love for you, concede." Brian didn't know what to say... So Phil continued uninterrupted. "You have a B.S. in Biology. Granted, you didn't graduate with the greatest grades, but that isn't relevant. St. Mary's Academy is desperately in need of a long-term substitute sophomore biology teacher. It's the basics, Brian. You can do it – you know that stuff." Brian finally spoke, "Phil, man, come on. It's gonna be a bunch of punk ass spoiled kids. I know I was one not too long ago, but seriously..." Phil responded, unwavering from his purpose, "I don't care – you deserve to be surrounded by kids like yourself. But that too is irrelevant. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be hearing anything about this offer. It's good money, and easy work. Usually St. Mary's only accepts candidates with teaching degrees and lots of experience. You have neither. Yet here's the offer. If I were you, I'd take it. You could make some quality connections there, Brian. And find some quality choices for occupations." Brian shrugged. "Fine, Phil, fine. I'll do it, ok? When do I start? And, by the way, if I do this – when I do this, no more shit. I'm sick of hearing it." Phil replied, "Great. No more shit. And you start tomorrow. If I were you, I'd run by the school this afternoon and pick up some material to review tonight. You have to report at 7:30 tomorrow morning." And that's how it all began. After hanging up with his uncle, Brian headed for his shower. He needed a long hot one just about now; he needed to relax before he headed into hell. He hated bratty kids, no interest even in the hot girls. He usually dated older women; he appreciated their maturity, their experience. Young girls were hot, sure, but they didn't offer him anything. He didn't like taking a lead that often, hence his hesitation to teach. But that was all worth shit now. He was going to start teaching sophomores tomorrow. So he turned up the shower, setting the water to the hottest degree. After removing his clothing and tossing it into the laundry, he stepped into the shower. Brian always liked his shower. It was large, and had fog-proof mirrors all around it. He'd had many a "steamy" experience in that shower... He always got hard just thinking about them. What with his money, his youth, his looks, and his body, he never had a problem picking up women. He looked himself over in the mirror: dark brown hair, sideburns, clear blue eyes, and tan... just about 6'3", with muscles defined strongly from all his working out, not an ounce of fat. His shoulders were broad, and his torso narrowed to his tight waist and small hips. He had a round, perky, muscular ass that always served as a handle for his sexual partners. His legs, too, were muscular, and the cuts rippled in the water. Then there was his cock. 7 ½ inches flaccid, it was his pride and joy. Hard, it was almost 10 inches long, and 2 inches in diameter. Perfect. He kept it shaved – he liked the way it looked better that way. His balls were perfect too, not to saggy, just round enough, and not too big to fit into a girl's mouth. He began to fondle himself, thinking of past experiences in the shower... A Substitute's 1st Day Ch. 2 Driving to the school, Brian began recalling his adolescence. Only 22, it wasn't that long ago that he was making this same drive to class every day. He knew that he'd recognize and know many of the faculty at the school; he doubted they changed staff much. As he drove, he caught glances of all the students, too young to drive and too close to home to be picked up by their parents, walking home. The uniforms caught his attention – they were different somehow. He'd always hated that uniform, but he knew he looked hot in it... The girls always told him so. But those poor girls, their uniforms were awful back in the day. Culottes hanging to their mid calf, huge blousy shirts, and suspenders. Sexy was not the word used to describe these uniforms. But as Brian gazed out the window of his Mercedes, he realized that the difference in the uniforms was that the girls' one was completely different. Sure, it was the same ugly plaid... But damn those were skirts now, and so fucking short... The shirts, too, were more form fitting, and many girls left the top buttons undone. They still wore the same white knee socks and loafers, but the short length of the skirts allowed that the leg be seen... Good god, those uniforms were hot. Brian had to focus to keep his car in the proper lane and out of a collision. Brian's visit to the school was a brief one. Just walked into the office – he knew his way around, after all he'd gone their for 4 years – and spoke to the Headmaster and the Director of the Upper School about his requirement. After a quick glance around the lobby, he headed back out to his car and home for a drink. Brian awoke with a start at 7:00. His head ached from all the drinks he'd consumed the night before, and couldn't for the life of him recall why he was awake so early. Then it all came back to him with a shock, the conversation with his uncle, the visit to the school, the drinks... the uniforms. He shook himself awake, and jumped in the shower – he had a little more than 20 minutes until he had to be at the school. Once clean, he shaved quickly, splashed some cologne, then threw on his suit – might as well look good the first day. After a speedy drive to the campus, he jumped out of his car and struggled to regain composure before entering the building. Then, he strolled to the office again, realizing that he had neglected to even look at the materials he had collected from there the day before. "Oh well," he thought, "I did go to college, and major in this stuff... I can handle it." After reassuring the Director that he had everything under control, he began his trek to his classroom. Walking through the halls brought so many memories rushing back to him that he stalled, distracted, looking at old photographs on the walls. He didn't realize how much time he'd spent standing there until he felt a slight brush across his lower back. He jumped, startled by the touch – and turned around to see a truly beautiful woman – no, girl – standing in front of him. Long, blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, deep hazel eyes staring out from her face, plump pouty lips shimmering with light gloss... And her body, damn... Her uniform looked as though it was almost too small on her, although it didn't seem to matter. She had rolled the sleeves of her shirt up to nearly her elbows, allowing a view of her tan skin and small, soft hands with perfect nails. She had left the top four buttons of her blouse undone, and a distinct line of cleavage drew Brian's eyes further down her chest. Her shirt was tight – and white – and he could see that she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were beautiful, not saggy in the least, and there were slight dark circles where her nipples were aching for release from the confines of the tight shirt. Brian's gaze continued down, and he soon realized that the skirt was nothing more than a plaid loincloth, hanging perkily from a tight ass that begged to be grabbed, accentuating the length of her smooth tan legs. She had on the typical knee socks and loafers, but damn they looked hot – they added a touch of innocence to the sexuality of this girl's outfit. He slowly brought his eyes back up to hers. A Substitute's 1st Day Ch. 3 Her uniform looked as though it was almost too small on her, although it didn't seem to matter. She had rolled the sleeves of her shirt up to nearly her elbows, allowing a view of her tan skin and small, soft hands with perfect nails. She had left the top four buttons of her blouse undone, and a distinct line of cleavage drew Brian's eyes further down her chest. Her shirt was tight – and white – and he could see that she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were beautiful, not saggy in the least, and there were slight dark circles where her nipples were aching for release from the confines of the tight shirt. Brian's gaze continued down, and he soon realized that the skirt was nothing more than a plaid loincloth, hanging perkily from a tight ass that begged to be grabbed, accentuating the length of her smooth tan legs. She had on the typical knee socks and loafers, but damn they looked hot – they added a touch of innocence to the overall sexuality of this girl's outfit. He slowly brought his eyes back up to hers. "So... You're the new substitute." "Ye-yes, I am..." "Well, hello... My name is Sarah Richardson. I have you last bell I believe." "O-oh... Okay..." "And what should I call you? Mr. Substitute? That's not very personal!" As she spoke those words, her voice lilted into a giggle... Brian stumbled over his reply, "Uh, my name is Br- I mean Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith. I'll see you last bell then, Sarah… Take care." She completely understood what his thoughts were, so she spun around and walked off down the hall, her beautiful hair bouncing with her step, as her skirt lifted ever so slightly to allow even more of her legs to be viewed. Then she dropped a pen, and bent over – not bending her knees – to retrieve it. Brian almost gasped when he realized what he was seeing – one of the most amazing, perfect asses ever, he was certain – totally uncovered except for a slight white piece of fabric that disappeared into her ass crack… What a girl, what an ass, what a thong… What Brian would like to have her do to him, and what he'd do to her… The day went by pretty slowly. His first 4 classes were dull, he spent most of the time explaining why he was there, and how their real teacher was having surgery and wouldn't be back for a while… By the time he'd finished that explanation, the class was over and he would have a moment of reprieve. Mostly he spent his free time thinking about Sarah… Damn he couldn't get her off of his mind… So young – just eighteen – with tight ass and tits that probably hadn't been touched by many, if any, hands… And he couldn't help but wonder what her pussy looked like… Ah he HAD to stop. He was her TEACHER. At lunch, he sat with the other members of the faculty, although his eyes kept stealing away to seek for signs of the hot girl he'd met that morning. Finally, at the end of the period, he found her – standing in the corner of the cafeteria with a girlfriend, both sipping cola from straws, and shooting glances occasionally at the faculty table. At him, he realized. Damn… Then Sarah noticed that he was looking straight at her – and, in response to his gaze, waved lightly to him, and pointed to her friend, signaling that she, too, was in the last bell class. Brian struggled not to wave back or smile… And so, instead, focused on Sarah's friend. She was wearing her uniform similar to the way in which Sarah was wearing hers, except her tits were markedly bigger and looked as though they were going to burst out of her shirt. Due to the size of her tits, she was wearing a bra, but Brian, even from across the room, could recognize the roughness that the lace of her bra caused in an otherwise smooth shirt. Her cleavage, though was pouring out of her shirt, and her skirt looked even shorter than Sarah's, since her ass was curvier. Her hair was brown, but she had this exotic look, and the flowing of her long dark locks over her fair skin and white shirt had an amazing effect. Brian couldn't wait until lunch was over and he could head to his classroom for the last bell.