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Teachers Work Well Together

By: hogjack



I had planned on a mundane day catching up with some work but it turned out to be quite different than I could ever have imagined. Quite different. 

It was near the end of the school year, just a month to go, and things were starting to pile up. As an young but somewhat experienced teacher I knew it was best to get caught up now because otherwise I'd get buried during the torrid last few weeks of the session. 

I didn't really like being at the school on a Sunday, especially a beautiful early Spring Sunday, but I had no choice if I were to keep my sanity a few weeks from now. Plus, I didn't have much else going on, I had to admit, on the personal side so sometimes I used work as a distraction - especially when I was horny. Yes, darn it... HORNY! Again. And that made it diffficult to focus - maybe that's why my assignments piled up? A vicious circle.

The sun was shining on a beautiful mid-morning as a few puffy clouds floated aimlessly above. A refreshing breeze caught my hair through the car's open window as I pulled into the nicely maintained Garfield Middle School parking lot. I'd been in the parking lot on Saturdays for various events but never on a Sunday. Heck, I hadn't even passed by the parking lot on a Sunday - at least as far back as I could remember. I worked so many hours - the burden of an active teacher and coach, certainly, but sometimes I didn't have much need to be at home either - so being in that building on a Sunday wasn't condusive to my sanity. So why was I showing up on a day like this? Was I loony, lonely or dedicated to my profession? Maybe all three. But if I was, I wasn't the only one. 

Another car was parked in the lot. I recognized it as Jon Emerson Tate's red sedan - not exactly a sexy car but Jon seemed to be a pragmatist in every way, including his teaching style. I didn't know Jon very well even though we'd been teaching for two years on the same faculty. Typical of any place of business, some people we get to know while others we never break that barrier. 

Oh, well, it was doubtful I'd even see him. As a math teacher his rooms were at the other end of the North hall from mine. Kinda like all the men in my life. Shit. So we rarely ran into each other unless it was in the teacher's lounge or lunch duty. That was about it. He was well-regarded by students but not the most beloved teacher nor the least admired. Just an average guy. He was considered a by-the-book teacher but once-in-awhile threw in some creative ideas - at least the ones I heard during some of our all-faculty meetings. He was a fairly quiet guy and in pretty good shape. But he didn't stick out in the crowd like that hunk Dez Owens, who taught history and coached a few sports. Dez, mmmmm...Dez I had some thoughts about and they weren't always professional.

But most of what I knew about Jon came from my teaching pal (and sanity-checker!) Cassie Rose O'Halloran who, while downing a few drinks as we sprawled out on the living room floor of her house a few weeks ago, called Jon "...a boring guy like a long calculus problem!" and "...dresses like he's headed for a job interview at some prep school". Like me Cass was newly single but that night we both agreed our colleagues and other educators in our town of Langford weren't exactly "ripe for the pickin". Except for Dez and he was spoken for - a couple of times already!

That night we took just about every man we both knew through the proverbial ringer - it was laugh-til-we-cried fun...but rather depressing by the end. As we ran down the list of men each one of them came under our drunken scrutiny. Cassie especially took pot shots at poor Jon. I came to his defense, sorta, since he was handsome enough and always kind to me but she rattled on about him having a short "slide ruler" and living "in his mother's attic". I figured she was just venting and considering her ex-, I knew why. Actually, Jon sort of looked like Cass's Peter but without the constant scowl. Peter, what a dickhead. Jon definitely was no Peter. But, then again, I didn't know much about Jon. Not really.

I thought about that late-night, alcohol-fueled conversation as I walked into my office. Hmmm, now poor Jon is here on the weekend working. If he was so pathetic what did that make me on this day? 

So my plan was to get into the office and focus on work for four hours - max! - I promised myself. 

Entering the rather spartan office I set my briefcase and work-bag onto the desk. The room was sufficient in size but not exactly large. I kept it in good order, unlike some of my cohorts. I took advantage of the space and it helped me keep a clear mind, too. It was a little muggy in the office with the air system turned down to minimal, so I slipped off my pumps and settled in to concentrating. I definitely wasn't dressed for school, I thought. I had on a blue soccer-style t-shirt, no bra, and light work-out pants. My hair was wrapped up in a frilly bow to keep it out of my way. I had work to do and no one would see me anyway. So I focused on the tasks at hand.

It was really quiet and that got to me after awhile. It was so quiet. I needed some background noise, being so used to the constant clattering and chattering of a fully-functional school. And I was getting thirsty, too. Last thing I needed was another distraction so I put down my pen and closed my laptop screen. I had forgotten to bring my little boombox radio but figured I could just "borrow" someone else's radio and also grab a can of soda from the machine's in the teacher's lounge, which was in the middle of the main hallway. It wouldn't hurt to stretch my legs a bit anyway, I thought, so I slipped on my shoes and started my radio search and thirst quenching break. 

As I walked down the hall I tried to guess where I could grab a radio. Hmmmm...I knew the layout of "my" end of the hall and was pretty sure there were no available radios. It was time to explore the other end, and maybe take a gander down the South hall, too. Cassie's office was down that away but we usually met in the lounge area or somewhere else. I was pretty sure she had a radio because she thought of herself as the "rocking chick" though most people considered her an unassuming, sweet person who would be working in an art museum if she wasn't teaching art. Everyone has an image of themselves and whatever Cass's was over herself, well more power to her.

As I made my way down the hall I swore I could hear noises coming from her office area. Odd, maybe she or a nearby colleague left on a radio or maybe a cleaning staff had left on their radio? Or was it a tv? I couldn't tell. I was curious though.

The sounds were a bit louder but no more clear as I entered that narrow hallway with teacher offices. I was stepping quietly, almost like approaching some enemy stronghold. I felt silly but...I also was cautious, probably from watching too many cop/lawyer tv shows lately. Yep, I heard voices, muffled and somewhat strange. I continued quietly walking down the tight hallway with ten small offices, five to each side. One was Cassie's office, at the end on the right side. The voices and muffled sounds were clearer. No, it wasn't music. But it wasn't a discussion either. My heart began to pick up a bit. What the heck was going on. I distinctly heard a female's voice mumbling and moaning. Was someone hurt? Laughter? I couldn't tell.

My heart was jumping a few extra beats faster and I felt sharp, ready for anything. I slowly approached her office, my back to the wall. I peered ever so quietly around the open door but I didn't touch the door. There on her desk lay Cassie, on her back. No papers, no trays, nothing; just my friend lying on her back - naked or close to it. The desk was covered with a sheet or maybe a dropcloth - yes, a dropcloth from her art class.

I was shocked. I almost stumbled backward but I maintained my balance. I kept my movement to a minimal. I was riveted by what I saw.

There was... Jon Tate...yes, Jon Tate I was sure of it slowly moving over her, putting his hands upon her ample chest as she arched her back. He had on a t-shirt...and a smile. At least I bet he had a smile. They were talking in low voices. He knelt down. She had her hands between her legs holding his head in place and her legs moved on top of his shoulders. His face was buried between her legs, pressed against her. I could hear some sounds and one sound clearly was a frenzied tongue or lips at work.

I couldn't move. It was much quieter at that point. She breathed loudly, her chest heaving when he wasn't playing with her nipples. I didn't know what to do. I didn't move. I was shocked and stunned.

And I was getting hot. Turned on. I wasn't just witnessing their act, I could feel the heat...and I liked it. 

I knew they wouldn't notice me, judging by the way the two of them were going at it. My nipples were quite hard. I was leaning with my back on the wall and, I couldn't help it, I was getting wet. I slid my hand down the front of my workout pants; I was - without even realizing it - fingering myself as I watched the action unfold.

Then the silence was broken. Cassie - Cassie who had taken Jon's name and a made-up lifestyle through the mud as we drank away some blues - was starting to moan loudly. Cassie - who was a gentle art teacher and volunteered at the local senior citizen center - was getting louder. Cassie - who once said her ex-husband couldn't "fuck his way out of a paper bag" - was bucking her bottom half against his hands. Jon - that "boring" math teacher with the nice body - was working his fingers in-and-out of her pussy. I could hear the squishing even from my spot in the hallway. I could see his elbows moving a bit and he was quietly urging her on. She was having an orgasm. Damn. Only a few feet from me, she was getting off - big time.

"Oh, fuck! Yes, yes! Fuck! Eat me. Finger meeeeeee. Oh, yes. Yes. Damn it YES!" the busty art maven screamed. "Oh! argh! I'm cumming!!!!! Oh, yes. Keep doing that. DON'T stop. Fuck yes. Ya. Ya. Right there. Right there. Ya."

Her body shook, she pressed her hands heavily against his hands as she came. Her back arched, her tits bounced. He remained knelt down, his fingers inside, his tongue licking on prime spots. She was on fire convulsing like under an electric shock treatment. Her one hand gripped the desk and her fingers were turning white.

"Mmm, baby, that was so fucking good," Jon said as Cass - my sweet Cass with the brunette locks and calm features - lay back not saying a word. She just breathed after getting off so hard. A few seconds later she shifted her body fully onto the desk. Jon stood up and moved towards her head. I couldn't see what was happening but I was sure that his cock was in her mouth. Damn, he looked good from that angle - I never would have guessed it. 

I moved to my left so I could see more clearly what was going on. He had rolled the office chair to the side and was leaning over her head, his hips moving ever so slightly, her right hand gripped around the base of his nicely sized tool. She was focused. He ran his hands over her hair. She stayed busy on what appeared to be a really nice cock. God, I missed cock. Something real with nice veins, yep. It looked good to me.

She pulled her head off the head of his tool. "Fuck me," she said in a voice I had never heard, totally filled with wanton lust, "Just fuck me. Now. I've been waiting all weekend for your cock to fuck me like the first time we did it."

Jon helped her swing her body into position on the desk with her ass is partially off. He pulled her legs wide. I could see his turgid member was moist from her lipwork. As he stood there he put the head of his cock at her entrance. I was still busily fingering myself. I wanted to take my shirt off. Fuck it, I was so horny watching this display between one of my best friends and this normal guy turned porn stud. He was good, yes, he was good. It was hard to believe it was the same Jon I saw dancing funny at a holiday party only a few months before.

Jon explained to Cassie, "I'm going to give you just the head first, Cass. Just the head." He slowly used the mushroomed head and slipped it in. I had moved to a good angle to see it. I wished I were closer. Fuck, I wanted to watch it so I could see that head split her opening. I pulled my hand away from my wet pussy. I made a bold decision: I'd been working on being more decisive in my personal life. Damn it, I wanted to see this where I could watch and hear it all. I decided to do it. I cleared my throat. Then a little louder. Finally, hearing my throat-clearing announcement, Jon turned his head to the hallway as his hips worked his member into Cass. His eyes focused on me but there was no shock. What a steady man, unflappable.

Without missing a beat he said, "Oh, man. Hey, Kate. Kate? Cass, it's, uhhhhh, Kate." But he didn't stop. Cass hardly moved either. She was focused on the banging. She replied with her words uttered under the assault, "You're kidding. What? Damn, don't stop... Don't stop. Kate? Oh, babe it's yoooou. Oh, wow. It's really you. Oh, fuck....oh yes." The air was driven out of her lungs by the thrusts.

Jon kept pumping. He pulled his t-shirt off. I slipped into the room and into that office chair. Now I had a view I could really enjoy just to the right of their merged bodies as he laid his pipe into her tightness. I was so horny I needed access to my slit and my clit. My fingers were getting busy. I pulled off the t-shirt, my nipples were on fire and my right hand's fingers tugged on them both, twisting, pulling and lightly tweaking.

He just kept pumping, his hands gripping her thighs, his eyes locked on her body as he watched her take the increasing pace of his pummeling. He continued to rock and then slow down and then speed up again. He plunged deep for awhile and then pulled back to just barely enter his phallus' head into Cass. I could hear all the sounds including he wooden desk's slight creaking amidst the force of his thrusts. I could smell sex. I could feel the heat of their passion. It was so exciting and raw.

It was very sexy to see the deep plunges, his gorgeous tool filling her to the hilt. Cass would grunt with satisfaction during those deep pumps. She was moaning in pleasure from the pressure of his rock hard cock pressing the walls of her love tunnel. 

"Yes, fuck yes." she purred. She urged him on, "Keep banging me. Keep going. Yes. Are you watching, Kate? He's filling me up all the way."

Her fingers wrapped around his powerful forearms, fingernails digging into his skin. Jon pushed deeply then pulled out again-and-again, sometimes just the tip inside her. He'd wait a couple of seconds and then plunge it back in, "You love it, Cassie-babe, don't ya? Ask me for more cock. Go ahead, ask for more."

"Oh, please fuck me Jonny. Fuck me gooood. Shit... Awwwww... Yes. Yes. Uh-ha. Yaaaaa..."

Then Jon, the unassuming mathematics teacher, started a steady assault on my friend. I was fingering myself with abandon now. I didn't care. He looked over and smiled. I watched and then threw my head back, enjoying the pressure on my clit. I could still hear the bucking couple going at it and listening to the sounds made me hotter. 

The musky scent of sex permeated the office, the sound of his penetration and her cooing in delight and urging him on were the perfect match for my delightful play. Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he was now grunting with all his focus, slamming into Cass like an engine piston. 

I thought he was going to shoot off inside her then but...instead, he pulled out, his cock glistening. What a sight. He quickly left the office for only a couple of seconds to grab a chair from a nearby office. Cass stood up, wobbling a bit. Nothing was said. Then Jon took the cover off the desk and put it on the chair he had just brought in. He sat down, his blood-engorged tool pointing to the heavens. Cass moved to him and straddled his cock as she faced him. She was going to ride it out and I wasn't going to miss a thing. I just sat back in the office chair and rubbed myself as lustfully as I'd ever done. The bone disappeared into Cass.

Jon growled, "Ride my cock, girl, ride my cock. Come on baby, fuck it!"

Up and down Cassie bounced with abandon. He used his hands on her side, then played with her nipples, and then rubbed her hair as she rode his hard meat like she was on a Kentucky Derby horse. Up and down she went, her head often leaning back as she felt the pleasure of the perfect connection. Her dark, shoulder-length hair bounced as she stayed atop Jon's pole. It was beautiful to see and hear, I'd never been so close to such raw action.

She cupped her own tits in the palms of her hands and offered them for him to suck. He did so greedily, trying his best to keep her nipples in between his lips. His hands cupped her ass, lightly assisting her ride. 

I came then. I came hard. My body convulsed. Electricity shot through me with an orgasmed as hard as I have ever had experienced. It was sweet and dirty and hot. I just layed back on that chair and let it happen. Everything else in the room was white-out, I couldn't focus. All I knew was that feeling sweeping through my body. For that few seconds that was all that mattered in my world.

As I came they didn't stop or miss a beat in their rhythmic fuck session. Soon he pulled out of Cass - again - and this time she stood bending over the desk. He got behind her and carefully entered from behind, his right hand guiding his hardness into her body from that great angle. Once again he started the intercourse slowly and worked it up to a pummeling pace, mercilessly jolting her hard against the desk. Air was knocked out of her lungs from the thrusts. He breasts shook and rolled. He grabbed her hips and continued the pounding. She let her head dangle downward, facing the desk and took it all like she was earning a million dollar reward.

"Fuck. Damn it bang me hard you fucking bastard!," she screamed, "I think I'm going to cum again!" Cass was completely into it and I couldn't imagine her even saying those words. But she did and she was!

Her body tensed as another orgasm raged through her body. I was still observing but not with the same intensity. I was completely drained but they were still bopping away and I was happy for them. She was gripping the desk like she was trying to snap it in half. Her nails dug onto the desk's edges as waves of passion overtook her body. When she slowed down, he really grabbed hard on her hips and in a rough, powerful manner plowed his cock deep into her drenched pussy. He was going to unload inside and I was going to pay attention then. She yelped at his forcefulness. The desk creaked under the onslaught. She reached behind and rubbed his hips as he pounded into her like a judge banging a gavel to restore order. 

Beads of perspiration covered his face as he continued the thrusting. His grunts turned louder and more frequent. He was beginning his built-up orgasm.

"Pound me harder! Come on, Jonny, take me like I'm a bad slut who needs your cock soooo bad!" she commanded. "I want to feel that hot cum fill me up!"

Her words worked; within seconds Jon came hard and with force. Damn, it was incredible to see. My body was perking up and I slowly slid my fingers over my pussy-lips as I watched this human fuck-machine do his thing.

"Oh, yes!" he spoke with animalistic lust. "I'm pumping you full of cream. Take it all. Here it is...!"

His thrusting finally slowed, he leaned forward resting his upper body upon hers, trying to regain his composure and breath. It was over. They both breathed hard. Not a word was said. I was emotionally exhausted; they were physically spent. The room was quiet. It was a bit awkward, I had to admit, but not as much as I would have guessed.

"Ok, Joh, please pull out. I gotta stand up straight." Cass finally admitted. He did with an audible 'popping' sound as his meat, now less hard, came sliding out. She stood up, unashamed to be naked. I couldn't help but notice that cum was rolling down the inner thigh of her legs.


Teachers Work Well Together Ch. 02



[Background: Kate had accidentally found a good friend, Cassie, and another colleague, Jon, in a rather passionate session in a small office. Kate watched from the hallway and then decided to get a close-up view. Aroused, she fingered herself to orgasm. Kate then headed back to her own office.]

I walked down the hall towards my office in a dazed-and-confused haze. I had just participated in something outside my normal frame of reference, pushing against the bounds of a persona I'd honed in my profession, a persona that - I knew deep down - didn't fulfill me. Nope. I sighed as I thought about how I'd buried that fun (but responsible) girl I'd been in college - the sometimes Bad Girl. Yes, my current reputation was accurate: thoughtful, hard-working and committed teacher; an active, enthusiastic and dedicated coach; a respected, involved community member. Yes, I was someone ahead of her time, mature, savvy, and on top of life. I was also a good daughter, girlfriend, friend and neighbor. Yes, yes and yes. But for a long time I'd ignored the naughty part of me who liked to have fun, flirt, dirty-dance, get crazy, and just enjoy pleasure. 

There were a couple of reasons I had ignored that part of me: I was under-the-spotlight in town, an attractive teacher and I garnered attention - too much sometimes. Sometimes I felt like a scarlet "A" (or in this case a "T") was on my forehead. Couldn't I just have a beer without getting a double-look from some concerned parent (they were everywhere) sitting at a nearby table? Nope. And the other reason was my ex-fiancée, Chad, who crushed that naughty girl not with a solemn decree but over time. And I let him! Oh, there'd been a couple of times when we were lustful creatures together. But that had been as rare as asteroids hitting Earth. 

The reasons I had fallen in with Chad....hell, I didn't want to beat myself up about that again like I'd done night-after-night! No damn way. I shut that down quickly. 

In distraction (and with the guilt & excitement still bombarding me) I bumped against a couple of lockers during this self-diagnoses. Plus I was recovering from an intoxicated swirl of a purely animalistic sexual act that had toppled the walls on my semi-celibate life.

Did I really see "that" and do "that" a few minutes ago? Yes. And it was exciting and had stirred up a part of me shut down far too long, stored in the closet with unworn coats and boots. I wanted THAT back in my life in some way. Yes I did.

And what about Cassie? Damn. I felt a bit betrayed. She had something going; at least if getting banged on top of her desk was any indication! We had grown close since she separated and then divorced. We were Two Women Wronged and had other commonalities, enough to form a strong bond. But Cassie didn't tell me a thing about Jon! That hurt but she had a chance to explain.

And, shit, I forgot about getting the can of soda. And the radio, too. But I wasn't going back towards her office and I just wanted to sit down and regain my composure. I messed around with email and paperwork until Cassie finally showed up 20 minutes later.

Cass was all cleaned up and - had I not been watching in that front-row seat - I'd have never guessed she'd been fucked from stem-to-stern, ""Hey, Kate." was how she started the conversation entering my office.

I didn't react, looking up at her from my office desk chair. She bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she sat in an old wooden chair I had rescued from storage. 

"I bet you want an explanation," she said. I answered in an affirmative, "Mmmmhmmm," while nodding my head. Looking into the parking lot I saw Jon get into his car, pull back, and take off. There was a palpable silence in the office.

Cass had my full attention. 

She spent ten minutes just talking. I sat and let the story unfold: She'd met Jon by accident while at the Chesterton Mall a month before. She was there looking for a dress to where as a chaperon for our school Winter dance. Yep, I remembered that day. They met in the store and stood chatting near some stylish kitchen small appliances. It was awkward at first but neither made up an excuse to move on. Then they ate lunch in the mall's food-court. The conversation over lunch turned into a dinner together. And, to make a long story short, four days later at her condo they "...did it, and I mean we did it like rabid, horny monkeys. It was incredible." She looked at me straight in the eye blushing a bit. 

Cass considered herself a carefree spirit but also careful and measured in making her decisions. But for some reason – though they had never flirted or really showed each other attention during a couple of years on the same faculty – there had quickly developed an intense physical and emotional connection. Cass confessed she was still reflecting upon it all, figuring things out, and remaining somewhat skeptical...but unable (or unwilling) to stop it either. It felt so good, so unbelievably good.

Jon had lit a fire and Cass admitted she was very ready on many levels for the flames. He listened to her. He was patient. And damned if he didn't turn her on like no man ever had. She giggled a bit as she said she'd pay him for the sex if she'd just have known how talented he was at pleasure! She shared things with Jon – intimate thoughts - that she had never told another person, even her ex-...heck, even herself. Cass told me that the newfound passion was addictive and unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She was sleeping more soundly than she had in months and then woke up thinking about him, too. But she couldn't tell anyone until she had it all "figured out" for herself. 

"Well, that option is gone. I'm in the loop now, Cassie!" I said with a laugh. I had sat listening intently since it felt like a confessional. But with the topic a hand it was more like a naughty late night drunk session, too. Except it was around noon now. On a Sunday! 

My feeling of betrayal dissipated. Cassie was not hiding me from the truth, she just wasn't sure what the truth really wasy. I understood. And now she'd have someone to share ideas with or to give her a reality-check. Me.

"Ok, Cassie. I get it. I really do. But how in the world did you end up...how can I say it?...doing it on your desk?" I didn't add – and how did I end up getting off while watching?

"Well, Jon and I were headed out of town to look at some antiques up in Oxnard County. You know those shoppes along the river road area? And we also were going to talk about our relationship, see how we both felt. It's hard to discuss when we're naked, ya know! So, we figured the drive would help. Then, we stopped here to pick up some papers. Uhhhh, well, we'd talked about some of our fantasies...and, oh hell Kate I'd always wanted to have sex on a desk. Any desk. On it. Under it. Over it. Jon surprised me today. First we just started kissing. Playing. No one was around. It was quiet. And...well, then you can see what happened from there..." She was looking down to the floor. She was still that quiet, some might say shy art teacher. 

Would I ever look at her the same way or remember her bent over the desk being penetrated by that glistening tool? No, probably not. But that's ok. I admired her for it.

Now it was my turn, "Oh, Cass, I'm sorry I interrupted the fun. I never, ever would have guessed what was going on."

"You musta liked it." she leaned forward, almost whispering it. 

"Ya, I did. It was hot. I mean absolutely sexy." "Thanks. Though we were both a bit shocked you also hit on another one of our fantasies, being watched. Jon told me he had some fantasies like that. You can see it didn't affect his performance!" We both laughed again at that. No it didn't.

"Cass, he is good. I was watching while he, uhhhh, while he fingered you. That was so erotic. I was there for quite awhile and I couldn't stop watching. I could have snuck away with no one the wiser."

"Yes, you could have. I kinda wondered about it but...I wasn't totally surprised when you decided to come in the room with us. We both spent a few months bursting at the seams for action." We had. We'd talked about it openly and shared mutual frustration.

"Cassie, this was a unique experience. I'll never forget it. To say the least. But now I'm super-horny. Fuck. You know what I mean. You have Jon. I'm still in a bit of a dry spell. Ya, I know it will end at some point – I'm not worried – but I'm tired of this slow period. I'm in my prime and I want some action." Cass reached out to hold my hand. Neither of us spoke for a few seconds.

She stood up and continued, using her nickname for me. "K, I'm gonna get going in a few minutes. I'm walking home and Jon is picking me up later to head out for the afternoon. But let me offer a suggestion: Jon's friend Austin is coming in next weekend. Austin is a cool guy. I've talked to him on the phone and the guy is cool. Before answering let me tell you about him and you can make a decision. First, it won't be a date – we're just going to hang at Jon's house next Friday night, play some games and relax. They'll tell war stories and I'll be listening closely to find out more about Jon – at least from his friend's perspective."

Then Cassie told me all about Austin. A couple of minutes later I agreed to show up that Friday night. What the heck? He sounded neat. And I could always leave if it wasn't working out. Ya, it could be interesting with an out-of-town guest with no expectations, no politics and no pre-conceived notions.

~

The first thing I did on Monday before classes started was go see Jon in his office. I knew it would be weird but it wasn't as bad as I thought. After a brief discussion we hugged and knew that it would be our little secret – ok, Cassie's too. Afterwards I rarely saw him the rest of the week since we were both so busy. And I didn't see much of Cass either.

And I had trouble focusing all week long. I'm not sure if all the students noticed but a couple of kids who were my better students asked if I was alright. It was nice and I assured them I was doing fine but appreciated their concern. I was terrible at small talk all week with my colleagues. I just couldn't hold a thought and I had the attention-span of a pencil.

Each night my dreams were filled with erotic thoughts, some of them crossing over the border to pure nasty images and scenarios. I felt like some randy college chick but, damn it, what was wrong with that? I deserved to feel those feelings.

Friday daytime was the worst. I just wanted to get home and get ready to go to Jon's house on the outskirts of town. I scampered out of school as soon as I could to prepare. At home I debated what to wear. It was a low-key evening so I went with the jeans I felt most comfortable and attractive in, a nice soft laced sweatshirt top, and my favorite pair of comfy shoes. I worked on my hair far too long – I took a long bath. I was getting revved up. I swore at myself for anticipating too much. I didn't even know if I'd like Austin and, even then, what the heck was going to happen? We didn't know each other – and I wasn't "that" kind of girl anyway!

Cass called to let me know that Jon had picked up Austin at the airport and they had arrived at the house. She quickly told me, "He's a tall drink of water. At least what I can see in some pictures. Girl, he's a hottie." We giggled as she hung up the phone.

A couple of hours later we were all sitting in Jon's comfortable living room area talking. I'd met Austin, gotten a tour of the house, did some small talk, snacked some, sipped some wine, and slipped away with Cass to a bedroom for girl chat – it was like some Spring Break: "Does he like me?", "How do I look?", "Wow, I love his hair. And his smile is infectious. Ain't it? Right?"

Later on Jon asked if we wanted to play some games. So, he brought out a stack of boxes. We played a couple of the games, drank some more wine and Jon made a couple of concoctions in his bar that he swore were his own inventions. I learned more about Jon and Austin's friendship since college, Austin's work at an economic think-tank in Washington, D.C. ("But I really want to build sailboats someday!"), his sailing exploits ("Feel my hands, you'll feel all the rope burns.") and a bit of his romantic background, too. 

The night was going fast.

And it ended when Austin said he was really getting tired, it'd been a long day with the travel and a flight delay. My heart dropped. It was midnight and I guess my dream of someone slipping a glass slipper on me – and rubbing my feet – was not going to happen. It had been a fun night but I had built up the possibilities too much. Damn.

Cassie escorted me out to the car after everyone had hugged me goodbye. I felt fine, I hadn't had much to drink in the last couple of hours, and I was ready to go. I started up the engine and just before driving off there was a tap at my window. It was Austin. I rolled it down.

"Hey, before you go I wanted to say how nice it was to meet you."

"Ya, you, too, Austin. I loved your stories. It was fun."

"Oh, I probably talked too much. I...uh...I was trying to impress you. It's stupid. I know. I...I was tired and you are as attractive as Jon said you were. Actually, more than he said."

I blushed and gulped, "Thanks. That's nice to hear and I don't hear it often."

"Well, that's a shame. Hey, I really am exhausted but I wanted to ask if you'd give me a tour of town tomorrow afternoon? Jon and I are doing some stuff in the morning but I'm available after 3 or 4pm if you aren't busy? You probably are busy. But I was just thinking...if not...well, I'll need a break from Jonny by then!" He laughed. 

I picked up Austin at 4pm then next day. We had decided to drive around and then have dinner wherever we ended up. It was fun. He was a gentleman, told me about himself, and really paid attention while I told him about my life. The time went so fast and I didn't want the evening to end.

Ok, here's where we ended up...in my house, on the couch at around 8pm. Or 8:30? I dunno. The lights were low and some music played lightly in the background. No, I hadn't planned on it but I didn't stop it either. Austin was a gentleman but I wasn't going to let him be a total gentleman. 

A couple of hours earlier at a restaurant in Wooster's Cove (just a few miles west) we had a couple of margaritas, ate but mostly picked at our food, and hit it off. It was so simple. No games. It was one of the more pleasant "non-dates" I ever had. I was giving him a tour of the area and of my life. He turned out to be sophisticated, self-deprecating, and well-informed on just about every topic. But he was not showing off or being obnoxious about it. And I liked his gentle confidence, too.

I made a decision that Austin was going to be the one to break me out of a too-long slump. I made a bold decision asking him to come into my house to have a "nightcap". I'd never used that term in my life – without the margaritas I might not have even said it - but I couldn't think of any other excuse.

So there we were on the couch making out like two college kids at a frat party. I was letting the Bad Girl take over for awhile. She'd been quiet too long and needed to get out and play! He was a great kisser. And his fingers found all of my favorite spots. Then I moaned when Austin's hand slid under my top; it felt soft against my skin. I helped remove my bra. Ah, that felt better. He then cupped my breasts, toyed around with his fingertips circling around my nipples. They hardened. We continued to French-kiss. 

It was sexy and I admit to being putty in his hands. Literally.

In one smooth move he removed my top and his mouth moved down to my heaving breasts. I ran my fingers through his soft, wavy hair, guiding him to feast on my tits. It had been far too long and damn it felt so, so good.

He bent down and wrapped his lips around my left nipple. His tongue swirled around the hard nub and it drove me so crazy. I sighed. I wiggled and squirmed. A warm sensation between my legs grew warmer as he took turns lavishing my nipples with his expert tongue and lips. 

When he lifted his head we kissed again; his fingers replaced his lips as he lightly pulled and manipulated my points. His mouth found the nape of my neck. His fingers, the palms of his hands, his lips, his tongue all were doing exactly what I liked. God, he was making me hot.

"Austin, let's take this to my bedroom. Now." He didn't even say a word but followed me as I reached back for his hand and pulled him along. Once there we started again. He laid me on my back, climbed over me, planting kisses from my lips, down the sides of my neck to my tits where he lingered awhile sucking on my nipples. He then worked his way down to my stomach to the waistband of my jeans. Without removing his lips from my body he slowly unbuttoned, unzipped and removed my jeans leaving me naked on the bed. If I were thinking at that point I suppose I could have guessed his hobby on sailboats made him good with sheets and fabrics...but I wasn't thinking too much.

I was wet and ready for anything. Anything. 

Skillfully Austin worked his way between my legs, kissing my inner thighs. I very willingly opened my legs wider for him, giving him better access. His kisses moved upward towards my wet pussy. I gasped and sucked in my breath the moment his tongue made contact with my wet pussy lips. 

Slowly Austin licked up and down my pussy for a few minutes before making contact with my ready-to-go clit. I squirmed as his tongue licked my hard clit and cried out in pleasure when he sucked on it. Fuck, he was so good at that. I was completely under his control at that moment. Whatever he wanted I was ready for it. He worked his fingers. Shoot, maybe Jon had taught him some tricks? Or maybe the other way around? 

Those thoughts went quickly by...I could barely think. I loved it. He kept working his fingers. I reached down and started stroking my clit in the circular motion with the pressure that always got me off when I was ready for it. With his lips and fingers...he was driving me to the brink of orgasm. He told me to keep working my clit. He told me he loved watching it and he kept doing his thing to me. Perfect combination.

"Ooh. Ooooh." I moaned and my hips were bucking up to meet my fingers, his fingers and tongue. "I'm...oh yes, I'm going to cum. That's right. Yes. Like that. Like that...."

He lifted his head and in a sexy voice said, "Ya, baby, you look so damned hot Kate. Do it. Do it. Come on, sexy lady."

Then he drove his tongue into my very wet pussy and starting pumping it in and out. I was frigging myself while he did that. I'd never experienced anything like it – and I thought I was experienced! 

I grabbed onto the sheets. Orgasmic waves rushed through my body as the juices flowed from my pussy. I was lost in that orgasm. It was even more powerful than the one I'd had while watching Cassie and Jon fucking like porn stars.

I finished that orgasm and laid there at rest; the life had been drained from me. I felt comfortable and satisfied. Mostly satisfied at least. Again, I wasn't thinking much, just feeling. Just feeling.

Austin moved up to me and lay beside me, stroking my hair. It was quiet. Whew, I was spent. But not completely.

A couple of minutes later I reached for the button on his jeans. Not a word was spoken. I finally unleashed his cock. It was semi-hard and beautiful. I asked him to stand up. Then I sat on the bed's edge and pulled him closer. Even in the dim light I could see it was a really gorgeous tool. I figured it would be; he was a handsome man and I loved his features. It was probably 7 or 8 inches long with a nice thickness; he was neatly trimmed and I loved the head of that cock, my favorite part. 

Unconsciously I licked my lips. I was ready for a meal I'd thought about far too often. With my right hand wrapped around his growing shaft I got busy.




Teachers Work Well Together



I finally spoke, "Cass, I...uh....I'm so sorry. I came down looking for a radio. I... didn't.... know that... uh...". Shit, I didn't know what to say. Damn.

She stopped me, "Kate, that's ok. To be honest this was so hot. I've never been so turned on in my life. I, uhhh, I orgasmed so hard I thought my back would break."

We laughed. What else could we do? We'd just experienced something that was so wrong...but sooooo right. Normally, embarassment would have flooded over me but I felt totally comfortable, albeit it still felt surreal. But it happened. I'd lived my life doing the right thing all the time. I went with my instincts this time and I had nothing to be ashamed of. And that orgasm was exactly what I needed.

Jon was slipping on his clothes - quietly - while Cassie and I were getting straightened up and pulling our appearances together. I couldn't help be glance over at Jon. Ya, he looked damn fine, I had to say, and really sexy in a post-fuck way. Obviously, I'd never look at him in the same way. Nor he me. 

"K-Baby, I'll explain everything later. Do you mind giving us a little space for a few minutes?" Cassie said as she reached out to touch my hand. I nodded. I pulled on my clothes as quickly as possible. My shoes were in the hall. Before departing I gave her a hug, naked or not it didn't matter after what we'd just shared. We hugged tightly. I could feel the heat of her body.

Then, after releasing that hug I stepped over to give Jon a hug. It was kind of weird but it seemed the right thing to do at the time. And it was. He was quiet now but after what he just did I was surprised he wasn't curled up on the floor, exhausted. 

As I left the room and pulled the door shut behind me, a bevy of questions came to mind. And getting the answers was going to make this one of the best tests I'd ever given!