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A Teachers Story Ch. 01

By: bmunchausen



I want to thank HONEYWLDCAT for her invaluable help with this story. Her editing was extremely helpful and right on point. Thank you. 



It was my first day of school and not wanting to be late I arrived about an hour early. My instructions were to go to the Principal's office, where we would be directed to the room the orientation would take place. When I got to the office, the secretary gave me a funny look when I asked about the orientation. She asked me my name and I told her.

She said, "Oh, yes, Mr. Fitzgibbons, the orientation will start in the auditorium and after the principal talks, you will be split up into groups for the rest of the day. Basically, that's the way it will be all week. Dr. North will meet with you individually during the week, just to get to know you. She does that with the new teachers, but the orientation doesn't start for another forty-five minutes."

I smiled, "I know I'm early but I wasn't sure how long it would take to get here, so I gave myself plenty of time. I haven't been in Baltimore very long." I explained.

"Well, welcome to Baltimore and to Grant High School. I'm sure you will like it here. We have a great Boss," she said

"Thank you and that's good to hear. I sure hope that I like it here." I said as I started for the auditorium.

Yes, at the age of twenty-eight I was starting my first REAL job. Not that I haven't worked, but...

IN THE BEGINING

I grew up in Syracuse, New York. I lived with my Mother and older sister, June. June was ten years older than me. Overall she was a great sister. She babied me and basically took over with raising me after my father died and Mom had to work.

My father died when I was three years old. I was twelve when my sister got married and moved to California. I missed her terribly. But, I would spend my summers in Berkley, California. Like my sister, I was bright and a hard worker. As a result I was pushed ahead twice in elementary school, I graduated grade school at the age of twelve. 

I hated high school. "Baby Boy" was my nickname. Being so much younger than the rest of the students, I was constantly picked on and was the target for every bully and bully-wanna-be. My solution was to join the swim team and constantly work out. It sort of worked, about half way through my freshman year, no one called me "Baby Boy", at least not to my face and the bullies stayed clear of me.

But, that didn't mean I was accepted. The swim team sort of accepted me, at least when we were at practice and during swim meets, but not when we were in school. I survived and graduated in the top five percent of my class at the ripe old age of sixteen.

Shortly after graduation my mother lost her fight with cancer. After the funeral and settling her affairs, selling the house and car, I moved to California and lived with my sister, her husband Bryan, and their two year old daughter Cassy. I had been accepted into the University of California at Berkley, which wasn't far from my sister's home.

College was pretty much the same thing, but there I was "The Kid". It did get better after a while, especially when kids my age started to attend. I dated some but nothing serious. I was nineteen when I graduated, with a degree in Mathematics. After graduation I decided to see the world, and I took a trip to Europe. I had some money that my Mom left me and I had been saving my money from the various jobs I had while in school.

By staying in Youth Hostels and being frugal, I spent two months traveling around Europe.

LEGION ETRANGERE

My last stop was Paris, the City of Lights. I loved it. One day I was walking around the city taking in the sights, I stopped in front of a French Army recruiting office. As I stood there looking at the photos of the solders and the equipment, I heard someone say something to me in French. I turned and saw a guy about my age, who was speaking to me in French.

I said, "I'm sorry, I don't understand you."

He smiled and said, "Ah, you are an American." He asked, "Are you thinking of joining the Legion?'"

"The Legion? Oh, this is the French Foreign Legion. Well I guess when I was a kid I thought about it. But..."

He interrupted saying, "Well, I am very seriously considering it. I guess I am just trying to work up the courage to actually enlist."

I looked at him and laughingly said. "Well, we will never become Legionnaires by standing here."

He laughed and said, "Shall we?"

We went in and signed a five-year contract, becoming members of Légion étrangère, the French Foreign Legion. I signed under a pseudonym, "declared identity" and I officially became Henry Duval. To paraphrase Bogart, this was the start of a beautiful friendship.

To this day I have no idea what possessed me to join. It was an impulse that completely turned my life around.

I learned my new friend was Marcel Danjou. He had just received The Grand Diplome from l'Ecole Le Cordon Bleu Paris. He was an extraordinary chef, but he hated cooking. He had been following in his father's footsteps, because his parents wanted him to.

We went through our initial training together and upon graduation we both went into Parachute School. Finally, we were assigned to the 2e Régiment Étranger de Parachutistes, 2e REP (2nd Foreign Parachute Regiment) stationed on the island of Corsica. A place I fell in love with.

I did get to see the world; the Horn of Africa, Yugoslavia (as it broke up), the middle-east, south-east Asia. A lot of places you read about in the news and a bunch that you didn't. 

When we were at home in Corsica, I attended l'Ecole Le Cordon Bleu du Marcel. In other words, Marcel taught me how to cook. It was amazing that this Chef, who professed that he hated cooking, would be such a great teacher. He was patient, explained everything, and never got annoyed when I screwed up. Over time, even if I say so myself, I became a rather good cook. I would never call myself a Chef, but I could more than handle myself in the kitchen.

By the time our five year contracts were up, both Marcel and I were Sous-Officiers or Sergents. We both signed another one-year contract, and did it again the next year.

However, after seven years in the Legion, I decided that it was enough. One evening, I went into Marcel's room and said, "I have something to tell you, mon ami. I'm not going to sign another contract, I think that seven years is enough and I want to go home."

Marcel laughed, "Once again you have beaten me to the punch. I was working up the courage to tell you, that I am leaving. Catherine and I have decided to get married. But, you cannot go home before you act as my best man."

Marcel had met Cathering on home leave, she was the sister of one of his childhood friends. He was nuts about her and I really wasn't surprised with this announcement. So the two youths who joined the Legion together were leaving together. To be honest, I am not sure what I would have done had Marcel decided to stay. But, that is something I don't have to worry about.

The French Government always boasted that it would help Legionnaires get back into civilian life. They really did right by me. My Superior Officer helped me get into the American University in Paris. I wanted to take some courses in education. While studying at the University, I was able to do student and substitute teaching at the American School in Paris.

After a year I received my Masters in Education and was qualified as a teacher anywhere in France and the United States. A professor I had, John Reynolds, who had also been in the Legion, arranged a meeting with a friend of his, Mr. Peter Brant who was visiting Paris. Mr. Brant just happened to be the Chancellor of the Board of Education of Baltimore, MD, USA. 

In a few weeks with all the paperwork filled out I was offered a position as a High School Math Teacher with the Baltimore Board of Education. Leaving Paris and Marcel and Catherine was heart wrenching. We had been together for the last seven years. I had spent most of my home leaves with him at his parent's home outside of Amsterdam. His parents told everyone that I was their adopted son. I though of them as my parents, they were Mama and Papa to me.

When the time came, they were all at the airport watching me leave and waving to me until the plane was in the air. I cried. And that's how I ended up sitting in the auditorium in Grant High School, listening to a rather attractive principal, Dr. Genevieve North telling the new teachers about Grant HS.

GRANT HIGH

After the welcome speech by the principal, we were broken into groups and spent the next week being oriented into the ways of the Baltimore Board of Ed. I was grouped with three kids just out of college. The two young women saw me as an "older" man and I am sure that I could have bedded either one of them had I wanted. But, they seemed so young and immature. I went out with the new teachers a few times that first week, but I begged off after a while. They bored me to death.

Once school started, things got better. I had a couple of classes of Sophomores and a class of Seniors. Grant was an inner city school and most of the students were rather tough and did not want to be there. It was similar to training the new recruits in the 2e REP back in Corsica. Both groups were tough as nails but the difference was that the Legionnaires wanted to be there, the students did not.

I was rather loud when I taught. Letting them know how much fun math was. I quickly gained a reputation as a hard and crazy teacher but, my students were learning. After a couple of weeks, I was called to the principal's office. I really didn't have much contact with her and was curious why I was asked to see her.

At first we talked about how I was doing and whether I was enjoying teaching. I told her that I felt guilty because I was having so much fun and getting paid for it.

She laughed and then said, "Well Mr. Fitzgibbons, I have a sort of a favor to ask you."

I was intrigued, a favor? "What is it?" I asked.

"In the short time you have been here, you have gained a reputation of getting along with the students and although they will never admit it, and you didn't hear this from me, they like you. What I would like is for you to give some tutoring to about ten freshmen, who seem to be having a little trouble adjusting to life here at Grant," she explained.

"No problem. When do you want me to meet them?" I asked.

She looked at me incredulously and said, "Just like that? No questions about the students? No questions about the problems? Just 'No problem.'"

I laughed, "To have a group of students get special treatment so early in the year, there must be a real problem. And I think that it is not only a problem with academics but also with attitude. You have most likely asked some other teachers and were turned down. So when do I meet them?"

She shook her head, laughed and said, "That's another thing, tutoring is scheduled for three thirty in the afternoon. It's after class, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Also, this is a volunteer position, so you won't be paid anything extra for doing it."

"Well, I don't think that I have anything planned on Tuesdays and Thursdays for the next year, so I don't think there will be a problem." I said smiling.

THE WATER RATS

That afternoon I began to tutor six young men and four young women. Believe me, they were not boys or girls. The women were as tough as the men. There was a little problem that first afternoon when one of the young men showed me his knife. I inspected it and as I was inspecting it, it broke. 

Then I explained to my students, in a cool, calm, quiet voice, the rules of my class. I emphasized each point with a yelp of pain from the young man who showed me his knife. 

That afternoon, we came an understanding. Granted their attitudes were not any better, but they now knew what was expected from them and what they could expect from me.

The first few weeks were difficult but I slowly showed them that I cared. Eventually, they believed me. One afternoon, at the end of October, we were talking at the end of class and I learned that none of them knew how to swim. I couldn't believe it. So, I offered to teach them and found that they were really excited about it.

I approached Dr. North, asking for permission to use the pool on Saturday mornings to teach swimming. She looked at me like I was nuts and told me to talk to the Director of Athletics, Coach Rossi, but it was okay with her.

The Coach also thought I was nuts, but she said that if it was okay with North, it was okay with her. Thus, I started the Saturday morning swimming classes.

Usually the first fifteen minutes were spent screaming, shouting and splashing each other and me. But the rest of the hour they would work and within a few weeks, all of them could swim across the pool.

The Group was the target of a lot of teasing and derision because of the tutoring and especially because of swimming classes. Someone called then a bunch of water rats. The name stuck. They were now "Fitzy's Water Rats". 

From time to time I would leave reports for Dr. North, giving her updates about the tutoring and about their test scores, which were slowly climbing. The semester flew by. Christmas vacation came and went. I visited my sister, June, in Oakland and spent Christmas with her and the family. I had an absolutely wonderful time. She was glad that I was back in the states.

"Now, we may have the chance to see you, without getting a passport," she laughed.

DR. NORTH

It was the Friday after we returned from Christmas vacation; I had just finished doing a long swim in the pool. I swam about 3 miles, 212 laps nonstop. I was more than a bit tired, but it was a good tired and all I wanted to do was go home, have a light meal and glass of wine.

As I was walking to the front door, Dr. North came out of her office and walked toward me. We greeted each other, asked how our respective vacations were and left the school. 

Dr. North was in her mid-thirties, about 5'6" and slender. She had a tendency to wear very loose, conservative clothing, so you really couldn't tell much about her figure, other than she was not heavy. 

We walked to the parking lot and we talked about the tutoring and was I worried about the semester finals, which were about to start a week from Monday. She then asked me what I had been doing in school so late. I told her about my swim, just about doing laps. Not how far.

"What will you do with the rest of your evening?" she asked

"I'll go home and have a light meal and...Oh damn!" I said.

"What's wrong?" she asked smiling.

I tried to look forlorn and laughed, "Nothing in the frig, I'll have to stop and get something. What about you?"

She laughed, "I'm going to Gitano's," looking at me like I knew what she was talking about.

"Gitano's?" I asked.

She looked at me incredulously and said, "You have been in Baltimore all of this time and you don't know Gitano's? It's only the best Italian restaurant outside of Italy and the wine list is to die for. They have any type of wine from the Mediterranean."

"It sounds great. I'll have to try it." I said.

"Want to join me? It's really not that far." she asked.

I smiled and said, "I would love to."

"Great, and now you won't have to rush to the grocery store." She laughed.

I followed her to the restaurant. I would have never found it by myself. She parked her car and waited for me to park and catch up to her. As we walked to the restaurant, I addressed her as Dr. North. 

She paused and then said, "Ron, why don't you call me Jen."

I smiled and said, "Thank you, I will, Jen. But, on Monday morning I will revert to Dr. North."

She looked at me a bit surprised and laughed, "Thank you, Ron, I appreciate that."

Gitano's turned out to be a small, neat and as I soon discovered, wonderful restaurant. 

The owner ran over to us as we entered, "Genevieve," he bellowed, "where have you been? We haven't seen you in ages." Then looking at me he asked, "I see you have a companion tonight."

"This is one of our new teachers, Ronald Fitzgibbons. Ron this is the GITANO," she said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Gitano," I said.

"No, no, no," he bellowed, "the pleasure is all mine, Mr. Fitzgibbons."

"Please call me Ron."

"Thank you Ron," he answered.

We were seated at a small table next to the window, where we ordered drinks. She ordered a slow gin fizz and I ordered a Campari and soda for me. Jen picked up the wine list handed it to me and with a laugh said, "Why don't you pick the wine? After living in France, you should know your wines."

I was surprised when I looked over the wine list, pleasantly surprised. It was heavy with Tuscan wines but had a good number of wines from southern France and the west coast of Italy. There were even two wines from Corsica. Then I spotted a Chianti Classico from the San Sebastian winery. I was overjoyed. This had to be one of the best wines from Italy.

"Jen, do you like Chianti?" I asked, "There is a wonderful Chianti Classico here. I have had it before, many times and I didn't think it could be found outside of Tuscany."

"With a recommendation like that, how could I pass it up?" She answered.

Gitano returned and I told him of the wine choice. He looked at me with surprise, "You have made an excellent choice. What made you choose San Sebastian?"

"I have had it many times, in fact my friend and I often stayed in a little village not far from the winery itself," I explained.

"What was the name of the village, where you stayed?" he asked.

"It's a tiny place, not on any map other than the local ones. It's named Santa Angela. It only has one inn, the Il Duce. And it has a painting of The Il Duce hanging behind the desk. However, we would always take our dinner at a small café across the road, the Tuscan Café." I continued, "Let me tell you, the food there was out of this world. And the wine was always from San Sebastian."

As I talked Gitano's wife, Rosa, came out and when she saw Jen. She ran over to her and hugged her, saying, "Genevieve, how are you? How was your Christmas and New Year? Were you at your brothers?"

Rosa then saw me. "Who is this?" she asked.

Jen smiled, "This is Ron Fitzgibbons. He is one of my new teachers."

At this point Gitano burst out, "Rosa, you will never guess where Ron has been." He turned to me and asked, "Ron, when were you last in the Tuscan Café?"

I thought for a second and said, "It was in August. I took my friend and his new wife to Santa Angela for a week. We had been telling Catherine about Santa Angela ever since she started to date Marcel. After they got married, she wanted to go there. So since I wasn't going to be there for their first anniversary I took them there for an early anniversary present."

Rosa looked at me with wonder in her eyes. "You know Santa Angela? You have been in The TUSCANY?"

At this point Jen asked, "What is going on here? What is Santa Angela and what is The Tuscany?"

Rosa sat on a chair next to Jen and told her, "Gitano and I were born in Santa Angela. We grew up there and were married there. The Tuscany is owned by Gitano's cousin. They were taught to cook by their Grandmother."

I looked at Gitano and hit my head with my hand and said, "How could I be so blind? Jen, there is a photo above the bar in the Tuscany. Gitano and his cousin Pasquale are standing in their chef's whites with the high hats. A small lady dressed in black is between them. She has a big wooden spoon in her hand. I have been told that the spoon was used for two things; for stirring the pot and for smacking the heads of Gitano and Pasquale when they screwed up."

Gitano and Rosa laughed and Gitano said, "Grandma was the most loving woman in the world and she loved her grandsons more than anything, but when she was teaching us to cook...she was Satin herself. If we did anything wrong...WHAP...wooden spoon on the head."


A Teachers Story Ch. 01



Rosa was laughing, "Yes, but it did you so good."

We all laughed and then Gitano said, "I have been remiss with my diners, THE WINE."

He ran to get the wine and Rosa went to start cooking our dinners. The rest of the evening was all talk and laughter. Gitano and Rosa stopped by, making sure we were happy. But it wasn't the wine or the fantastic food that made my evening. It was being with this wonderful woman, my boss, the principal. 

I told her a sanitized version of the seven years with the French Government. When I told her about Marcel teaching me to cook, she laughed and asked me if I was a Julia Child.

I said, "Never, her hair is so much longer than mine and my voice is so much deeper."

"But, you are a regular French Chef." She laughed.

"Chef? No not a chef. But, I am a good cook. Gitano, Pasquale and Marcel are chefs. I am only a cook, but a rather good cook."

"And a modest one," Jen giggled.

"Well, I guess that I will just have to prove myself and make dinner for you sometime," I said feigning a hurt voice.

"Really...so when will I get this dinner?" she asked.

"How about next Friday," I said

"Sounds good to me. My taste buds will be tingling in anticipation." She laughed.

The restaurant closed at eleven thirty PM. I think we left at about one in the morning. 

After dinner, Gitano and Rosa joined us for dissert. We talked for hours. I told them about the times I spent in Santa Angela. It seemed that I knew a lot of their relatives.

I told them how Marcel and I found the place by mistake, but one of the best mistakes that we ever made. Santa Angela was our secret place where we would go after difficult jobs; a place to relax and recharge our batteries.

We talked and laughed for hours. I don't ever remember enjoying myself so much. We all got home safely. Thank God for that.

MY DINNER

I didn't see Jen at all that next week, until Thursday. We met in the parking lot in the morning. There were a lot of other people around.

"Good morning, Mr. Fitzgibbons. How have you been?"

"I have been just fine Dr. North and you?"


As we walked to the front door, she softly said, "Have you decided on a menu for tomorrow's dinner?"

"I'm still working on it." I laughed.

"What did I get myself in for?" she asked

"An epicurean's delight." I answered.

"I'm sure, it will be." she laughed.

I left Grant early on Friday afternoon. I knew exactly what I wanted to make for dinner. And I wanted enough time to properly prepare it.

Jen showed up at six thirty. I answered the door. I thought my jaw would hit the ground. Jen did not look like she did in school. Her hair was down. It flowed over her shoulders and you could see the red highlights in the brown. She was wearing a blouse that showed her lovely breasts. Not overly big, but they were big enough for her body. I thought that they were perfect. 

She had on slacks that accentuated her wonderful figure. She was beautiful. I couldn't believe it. I knew that she was rather attractive, but this woman who stood there before me was stunning. I took her coat and led her into the living room. She had brought a bottle of Campari.

She looked around as I went into the kitchen to make drinks. When I came back into the living room with her slow gin fizz and my campari and soda, Jen was standing by the alcove. I had made the alcove into a wall of fame or shame, depending on how I felt. It had pictures of Marcel and me as Legionnaires and a number of keepsakes and medals from my time with the Legion.

She didn't look at me but said, "You were in the French Foreign Legion, weren't you?"

"Yea, I spent seven years with the Legion."

"And everything you told me last week..."

"Was absolutely true." I interrupted. "If I have sinned, it was a sin of omission. I didn't tell you of the combat. But everything else was true; the rebuilding of the villages, the helping the people in Africa, Yugoslavia and in Asia. That was all true." I said in a soft voice.

Jen looked down and softly said, "I'm sorry that I snooped, I should have respected your privacy."

I turned her toward me and said, "If I didn't want you to see that, I would have closed the curtain. I don't want to lie to you, Jen. Last week I walked a thin line, I don't want to have to do that and like I said. I won't lie to you."

She looked at me, smiled and turned back to the wall. She pointed to a photo at the top of the wall and asked, "Is that Marcel?"

I answered, "Yes that was taken on the day we signed our first contract. We had just met a few minutes before and we signed up as buddies, meaning that we would be together in training. The fact that we spent our whole careers together was really luck and a little finagling. Now, how about some food?" I asked.

Jen laughed, "Finally, I thought that I would starve to death. I haven't eaten all day in anticipation of the repast I will have tonight."

"You will not be disappointed," I said as I went into the kitchen and returned with gougeru (cheese puffs) and Coquilles Saint Jacques (scallops in a cream sauce) as appetizers. 

Afterwards, we went into the dining area. The soup was Lobster Bisque. For a main course, wine poached salmon with black truffles, aligot (potato and cheese puree) and a melange of onions and squash. Jen couldn't believe the dinner. She wouldn't stop praising the food or the cook.

As we ate I told her all about my time in the Legion, keeping it tame and funny. I told her about times Marcel and I got in and out of trouble. The leaves to his parents home, outside of Amsterdam. Jen told me about growing up and living in Baltimore. Her parents had died about five years ago. Her mother to cancer and she said her father died of a broken heart. She had an older brother, Ben, who was married and had two children. They also lived in Baltimore.

We laughed and joked through dinner and a dessert of tart au chocolat (Chocolate tart). 

When she finally said that she had to go, it was well after midnight. As I got her coat, she said, "It looks that you have thrown down the gauntlet. I am now going to have to prepare a dinner for you."

I laughed and said, "When?"

"Next Friday?" she asked with a smile.

"I'll be looking forward to it," I said.

I held her coat and as she went to the door, she turned and looking up at me said, "Have a nice weekend, Ron."

I took a step toward her and looked down into her eyes. I slowly lowered my head as she lifted her face. I could smell her perfume. I put my hand on her arm and pulled her to me. Slowly and softly, I kissed her lips. She returned the kiss. It lasted longer than I had intended but not as long as I wanted.

When we parted, Jen smiled up at me and whispered, "Thank you for a wonderful evening, I'll see you on Monday."

I watched as she got on the elevator and the doors closed.

JEN'S DINNER

The next week was really hectic. It was filled with giving final exams, proctoring the tests and then marking them. We were under a time constraint as we had to have the marks in by that Friday. Friday morning I had all of my exams ready and handed them into the main office. As I walked down the hall to my first class, I met Dr. North.

"Good morning Mr. Fitzgibbons, glad that the tests are over?" she said.

I laughed and said, "Extremely so."

She lowered her voice, "I have this evening's menu prepared. I think that you will like it."

"I will pick up a bottle of wine, what type do you want?" I whispered.

"I'm cooking Spanish. It will be a bit spicy." She said smiling. "Well, Mr. Fitzgibbons see you around." She said in a louder voice as she walked down the hall.

I watched her as she walked away and I swear her hips were swaying more that usual. 

I showed up at Jen's apartment at seven o'clock. I had a bottle of Rioja, a dry red, and a bottle of Rías Bajas a dry white wine.

Jen let me in. She looked beautiful. She was wearing a white tailored men's shirt, with the top two buttons open. She had on a skirt that came just above her knees. Her legs were fantastic. Again her hair was down, it flowed to her shoulders and in the light of her apartment you could see the red highlights. 

I was drooling as I stared at the vision of loveliness in front of me. At least I felt like I was.

She smiled as I gave her the wine, "I think the white will be perfect. I don't have any Campari, but I do make a wicked Bourbon Manhattan."

"Ah, the nectar of the gods, that would be great." I said.

Jen made the drinks and when she brought them into the living room she gave me my drink and then handed me an envelope.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Just a little present," she said smiling.

We toasted and I took a sip of the drink and then opened the envelope.

There were a bunch of papers inside. I pulled them out of the envelope. The top sheet had the name Marissa Cruz written on it. The grade was an "A". Marissa was one of my Water Rats!

I started to rip through the papers. Jen had given me copies of their finals. I kept seeing B's, B pluses, B minuses, A's; and yes a small number of C's. I was almost jumping around the apartment, laughing like a lunatic. I was shouting, yelling, "Holy Christ...look at this...Jamal got a B plus in algebra...miracle of miracles...I can't believe it...Oh god, they have been working so damn hard." Finally, I calmed down a bit. I walked over to Jen, put my hands on her arms and said, "Thank you...this is one of the most wonderful presents I have ever received." I looked at her and I saw tears in her eyes. I got worried and asked, "Jen, what's wrong?"

She smiled and softly said, "To see you so happy and excited...makes me happy. Oh, Ron you really care about them."

I took her in my arms and pulled her close. I looked into her eyes as I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her. Not a soft kiss, but a hard, passionate, lustful kiss. She returned my kiss and opened her mouth and her tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I opened my mouth and our tongues met, danced and wrestled.

The kiss seemed to go on forever. I pulled her into my body and she pushed her hips into me. My hands moved down to her ass and I caressed it. We finally parted. I continued to kiss her face, cheeks, down her jaw to her neck. She lifted her head to make it easier.

"Oh, Ron, I want you so badly," she said in a soft voice.

I looked at her and answered, "I want you, Jen."

She took my hand and we walked into her bedroom. When we got next to the bed she turned, faced me and opened her arms. I went into her arms and we kissed. All of the desire that had been building up over the past weeks was given free reign to vent and erupted into lust and passion.

We ripped the clothes off of each other. Kissing and hugging, caressing and fondling. She lay back on the bed and for the first time I gazed on her naked body. She was beautiful, more beautiful than I ever dared to dream. Her hair spread around her head like a halo, her breasts while not overly large were perfectly proportioned for her slender body. Her areolas were about the size of a half dollar and her nipples were erect.

Her waist was small and her hips wonderfully rounded. She had a small triangle of pubic hair that was neatly trimmed. She was a goddess, and I was going to worship at her altar. 

She held her arms out to me and I went into them. Our lips joined, mouths open, tongues dueling. My hands were all over her body, fondling and caressing her.

I slowly moved my hand down her body. Cupping her breast and tweaking her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I lowered my head and took the other nipple into my mouth. She moaned as I began to kiss and suck on her breast.

She held my head to her, as she whispered my name over and over. I left her breast and began to kiss and lick my way down her body. Ever so slowly I moved lower and lower, kissing, licking and softly biting her. Finally, I arrived at the top of her pubic triangle. Her scent was like an aphrodisiac. I became insanely excited. I don't think I have ever been so excited.

I stopped for a few seconds, I looked up at Jen, her eyes were closed and her head was pushed back into the pillow. I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her. But, first I wanted to give her pleasure. 

I parted her legs and began to kiss her inner thighs. First one, then the other. I moved to the lips of her vagina. I began to kiss and lick her. When I pushed my tongue into her, she gasped.

She was wet, very wet and I licked and sucked her juices into my mouth. I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to move it in and out of her. She moaned, "Oh God, Ron you make me feel so good. Please don't stop...don't ever stop."

Jen began moaning louder and was moving her hips up into my mouth. I moved up and began to tease her clitoris with my tongue and she let out a groan. As I continued to minister to her clitoris, Jen's moaning became high pitched shrieks, her hips pushed into my face harder and harder and her hands began to push my head into her vagina, as if she wanted to take me completely into her body.

Then with a long drawn out shout, her body stiffened and arched as she began to tremble as if in an orgasmic seizure. I continued to pleasure her, licking her, kissing her, sucking her until she fell back into the mattress and went limp. As she lay there, her breathing slowed and I moved up next to her.

I placed the back of my hand on her cheek and caressed it. 

She opened her eyes and smiled. "Ron, I want you...I want you in me. Please, Ron."

I rose up and reached for the condom that was on the night table next to the bed. I ripped it open and slipped it on in record time. Jen looked on in surprise. She smiled at me as I lowered my body onto her. She grabbed my dick in her hand and guided it toward her vagina.

As she lined my dick up I pushed forward. The head of my dick entered between the lips of her vagina. Slowly, ever so slowly I pushed into her. The feeling was unbelievable, she was wonderfully tight and I could feel the heat of her passion.

When I bottomed out and our pubic hair was enmeshed, I stopped and looked into her eyes. She smiled up at me and our lips met in a lustful and passionate embrace. Our tongues dueled and explored each other's mouth.

Jen wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper into her body. I began to slowly move my dick in and out of her. I kissed and sucked her breasts, as I loved her. As our passion increased so did the speed and intensity of our fucking. We moved together in complete synchronization.

It seemed that we were attempting to become one, united in the quest for the ultimate pleasure that can be attained by a man and woman. Jen spread her legs wide, opening herself up to me completely. I moved her legs over my shoulders, to achieve the deepest penetration possible.

I was groaning and telling her how wonderful she was and how much I wanted her. She responded telling me that she wanted me more than anything in the world.

We were shouting our desire for each other as Jen went into another orgasm. She squeezed her legs into my neck and began to tremble as the orgasm wracked through her body.

As she came, the soft walls of her vagina contracted, squeezing my dick, I couldn't hold back any longer and my body stiffened as I began to shoot my cum into the condom. It felt like I would never stop coming. I had never felt anything like the pleasure that I was experiencing at this moment.

All too soon we floated down from our soaring experience and I pulled myself out and lay next to her. I had my arms around her, holding her close. She hugged me tight, laying her head on my chest.

It was in those moments, laying with my arms around this wonderful, fantastic woman that I realized that I had fallen in love with her. I was in love with my boss, the principal of the school. After a few moments, I said, "Jen, you are wonderful. I have never felt anything like that in my life."

Jen looked up at me and whispered, "You have given me more pleasure than I thought possible."

I think that the two of us were afraid to mention that frightening four letter word, that word that would mean commitment and the possibility of pain if the feeling wasn't returned. We were afraid of saying, I love you.

Jen sat up and laughingly said, "Well, having satisfied one appetite, we should get up and satisfy another."

I leaned over to her and kissed her breast and said, "After that appetizer, I can't wait for the main course."

"You are incorrigible," she laughed and she leaned over and kissed me lightly, "but, now dinner."

We quickly dressed and went into the kitchen. Jen had set the table in the dining area. She was on one end on the table and I was on the other. I went into the living room to get the drinks, which were now warm. When I returned I saw that the place settings had been moved. I was now sitting next to her.

Jen began with a simple taco shell and salsa for appetizer. I opened the Rías Bajas and we had a glass. She then served the main course, Suquet de peix (a seafood casserole) with Escalivada (various grilled vegetables). The dinner was wonderfully delicious. Spicy but not overly hot. The wine was a perfect complement to the meal.

As we ate, we talked about school. She told me of the things that she had accomplished and what she wanted to do. She was so full of hope and life and she wanted to so much for the kids in Grant High School. As she talked, I was looking at her and smiling. Feeling so much love for this wonderful woman, I decided to throw caution to the wind.

She gave me a quizzical look and said, "Ron, why that look?"

I smiled and said, "Now I know why it was so easy to fall in love with you."

With a worried look, she said, "Ron, I'm thirty six years old..."

I put my finger over her lips, silencing her and whispered, "Genevieve North, I know how old you are. I am twenty-eight years old, however the Legion aged me a lot. But, the one thing I do know is that I love you. I love you more than anything in this or any other world."

Jen had tears in her eyes and she sobbed, "Oh Ron, I love you more than life itself."

I leaned over and kissed her wonderfully soft, willing lips. It was a kiss that whispered "I will love you, forever," and she returned it in kind.

We held hands as we finished dinner. With dinner over and with the dishes cleaned up, we sat in the living room, listening to some music, cuddling on the couch, and talking. She told me that she couldn't take birth control pills because she had bad reactions to them, thus we would use condoms.

Jen explained to me that her Grandmother had been born in Castilla-de-Leon in Spain and that she had taught Jen how to cook. Her grandfather was French. She could speak Spanish and Frence, but she admitted her French was rather rusty.

I laughed and told her that we could polish it up. We had Xuixos for dessert (fried pastries stuffed with crema catalana). As we sat on the couch drinking a glass of Port, I noticed that it was after midnight. I commented on the time and said that I should be going.

Jen asked, "Do you have anywhere to go to?"

"Just home and to bed," I answered.

Jen put her arms around my neck, brought her face close to mine and whispered, "Stay with me tonight?"

I lightly kissed her lips, "Absolutely, my love."

Since we had all night, there was no rush and we sat on the couch in each other's arms talking and softly kissing and cuddling. After a while we got up and went into the bedroom. 

Jen went over to the dresser and was looking at me in the mirror. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her, resting my hands on her stomach. She placed her hands on mine, as I began to softly kiss her neck and shoulders.

I slowly started to unbutton her blouse. As she stood there with her eyes closed, I moved my hands into the open blouse and caressed her breasts. She turned and as I slipped the blouse from her shoulders and she removed my shirt. We slowly undressed each other.




A Teachers Story Ch. 01



I picked her up and carried her over to the bed and laid her on it. I got in next to her and we lay there with arms around each other. There was no rush. We took time to explore each other's body. Touching, kissing, caressing and fondling, trying to learn everything about the other.

Slowly, Jen moved down my body. She kissed my neck down to my chest, stopping to suck and softly bite my nipples. She moved down over my stomach, kissing and biting me. All the while she was stroking my granite hard dick with her hand. 

She was over my hips and was holding my dick in both hands. She lowered her head and licked the pre-cum from the tip. She began to softly suck the head of my dick, slowly bobbing her head, as she took more and more of my dick into her mouth. 

The feeling of her soft lips around my dick was unbelievable. I could feel her sucking and my dick became even harder. I began to moan and tell Jen that I loved her more than anything. I reached over and pulled her legs up to me. Spreading them around my head I had her vagina right in front of me. Her juices were flowing copiously. I began to suck and lick her labia trying to drink in all of her.

Her moaning, as she was sucking my dick added a new dimension to my pleasure. I licked her with renewed passion. Jen began to push her hips into my face as I began to hump my hips into her. She began to stiffen as she was overwhelmed by another orgasm. She wailed and cried as the passion and pleasure over took her. Her orgasm seemed to last for a long time.

When she finally began to relax, she attacked my dick with renewed vigor. I knew that I wouldn't last long. I pushed my dick into her mouth and started to groan. I knew that I was going to cum and I told her. She didn't say anything but sucked even harder. 

I shouted my love for her and began to shoot my cum into her mouth. She did not miss a beat and sucked and swallowed all that I gave. It seemed that I would never stop shooting into her mouth. But, eventually I did. She cleaned my dick and moved up next to me. I held her in my arms and kissed her lips passionately. I could taste my cum in her mouth as it mingled with her juices in mine.

We silently laid in each other's arms and fell into a deep contented sleep.

I awoke the next morning before sunrise, as Jen was kissing my chest. I put my arms around her and hugged her tightly.

"Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?" she asked.

"I don't think that I ever slept better," I answered.

She looked down and said, "I'm sorry I woke you, but I just wanted to hold you and kiss you...I couldn't wait until you woke up."

"That's okay," I laughed, "I have to get up. I have a swim class to teach this morning. Have to get my Water Rats wet."

"Oh, I forgot. You have to go," she said with a phony pout. "But, what about the rest of the day? Oh damn, I have to work on a report for the District Head."

I laughed, "I also have to work, lesson plans and quizzes for next week . Why don't you get your stuff together and come over to my place. You can work at the desk in the alcove and I will work on the kitchen table."

Jen smiled and said, "I think I like that idea. But, now a shower."

We got up and went into the bathroom. Jen had a toothbrush there for me. She started the water as I brushed my teeth. When I finished, I opened the shower door and stepped in. Jen was standing under the shower spray with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. She was so beautiful. I stood staring at her for what felt like a lifetime.

She turned toward me and took me in her arms and kissed me. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth and danced with mine. As her hand moved down to my dick, my hand went to her breast and I rubbed her nipple between my fingers.

She began to stroke my dick and then lifted her leg and wrapped it around my waist. She pushed her hips into mine and guided my dick toward the entrance of her vagina. I pushed my hips up and felt the tip of my dick begin to slip between the lips of her very wet vagina. 

I reached down and put my hands on the back of her thighs and lifted her up. I slowly lowered her onto my dick. Ever so slowly I entered her, millimeter by millimeter I slipped into her. Finally I was completely inside her.

We broke from the kiss and I looked into her eyes. I could see they were filled with love as I know mine were. She smiled at me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. 

She whispered in my ear, "Oh, Ron, I love you so much. You make me feel things that I have never felt before. You make me feel so good. Don't ever stop."

"I'll never stop, Jen," I answered as I began to move inside her.

Slowly at first we moved with each other. Pushing and retreating, entering and backing off, we joined in the dance of love. As our passions grew, we began to sing the song of lovers. Our moans and whispers in tune and in a harmony that matched our lovemaking. The tempo and volume of our music increased until we were singing a passionate and lustful duet for all the world to hear.

Jen began to tremble as she entered the throws of a powerful orgasm. She sang out her love for me, crying for me to join her in the ecstasy of pleasure. I felt my orgasm begin to rise and I lifted her higher and withdrew my dick from her. I lowered her and trapped it between our bodies and began to ejaculate between us. Shooting my cum all over our stomachs.

My orgasm was so powerful that I almost collapsed and it took all of my strength to lower us onto the floor of the shower. I sat there with her on top of me until be both calmed. We sat with the water running over us and kissed. I held her to me not wanting to let her go, ever. I wanted to be with Jen forever. It was Jen that got us out of that post-orgasm bliss. 

She asked, "What time do you have to open up the pool?"

I laughed as she stood. Then I got up and we washed each other's bodies. We dried ourselves and dressed. Well, maybe not as quickly as that sounds. There was a lot of grabbing, tickling, kissing and giggling.

Eventually, I made my way back to my apartment, gathered my gym bag and set out for the swimming pool at Grant. The class went off without a hitch...not really, but it was a good class and we accomplished some things.



BEING TOGETHER

I got home around 11:00 am and showered. Jen arrived around noon. She had some soup and salad for lunch. We worked all afternoon, Jen on her report and me on the lesson plans and quizzes. We would take breaks and discuss what we were doing and advise each other about the work.

It was a very comfortable feeling being with Jen that afternoon. It felt that we had been together for a long time, not just a day or two. Not wanting to go out in the cold and snow and not wanting to cook we called for Chinese take-out. 

We shared a bottle of white wine and I told Jen about Marcel's business.

After we got out of the Legion, I went to the American University and Marcel decided to open a wine shop. He not only wanted to sell wine, but also foods that went with the wines; hors de oeuvres, desserts and various other finger foods and snacks.

When Marcel was in the financing phase of starting the business, he and Catherine had put together seventy-five thousand dollars, but he needed a loan of one hundred and ten thousand dollars to really start. There was a problem getting financing from the banks. "What did a Legionnaire know about wine and food, sure he went to l'Ecole Le Cordon Bleu Paris, but that was seven years ago...we will have to conference the loan."

We (Marcel, Catherine, Mama and Papa...and me) were in Marcel's apartment in Paris talking about the business. Mama and Papa were talking about mortgaging their house and restaurant to get the money.

As I sat there listening, I thought, here was my brother, the man who saved my life more times than I could count, in a bind. So, I wrote a draft against an investment account I had for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars and handed it to him. He looked at the draft and handed it to Catherine and then to Mama and Papa. Mama smiled and said, "Henry (pronounced On-ree), I love you for this...but, you cannot do this. You will have nothing." 

I looked at them and said, "If it wasn't for Marcel, I wouldn't be sitting here. For the past seven years, I put most of my salary in the investment plan. I have lived frugally and saved for what? To make me happy? Well, it would make me happy to help the only brother I have and his new bride start this business. Anyway, what will do with the money? Just spend it on booze and loose women." I laughed.

There was a lot of arguing until Papa stood up and told us all to SHUT UP.

"Marcel; you and Catherine will take what Henry is giving you, not as a loan, not as a gift, but as an investment. You will create a corporation, and you will be partners, a fifty-fifty split.

I wouldn't hear about that, I said Marcel should have seventy five percent, as he was going to be doing all of the work. They argued back that without the money there would be no business. We finally settled on a sixty/forty split.

I looked at Jen and said, "That's how I became involved in the wine business. Marcel does send me "dividend" checks from time to time, but I always sent them back and tell him to reinvest it in the business."

"You really love them, don't you?" Jen said.

"Yea, I do. Marcel is more than a brother to me. Papa is the father I never had and Mama is the mother I lost. They call me on the phone and Mama and Catherine write to me all the time. I guess I really do love them." I answered.

Jen slid over to me and put her arms around me. "I can see why they love you...and I know why I love you."

She softly kissed me and we sat on the couch holding each other. That night we made love slowly and lovingly. No rush, a slow build up to a fantastic explosion of passion. 

We slept in each other's arms until late in the morning.

This is how the next few weeks passed. Either I would go to Jens or she was at my apartment. I had clothes in her closet and she had clothes in mine.

To be continued...



The next chapter will be out soon.

I am putting the final touches on the next installment of the Matson Family Saga. It will be out soon. I promise.

All comments are welcome and appreciated.



A Teachers Story Ch. 02



Once again I must thank HONEYWLDCAT for her patience and help with this story. Her editing is thoughtful and always encouraging. Thank you so much. 

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On the second Saturday in March, Grant High School held its annual fundraiser. They had a carnival in the gym of the school.

There were food booths, games of chance, games of skill and crafts for sale. We rented the games from a local contractor and manned them with students and teachers. Local restaurants and diners would rent the food booths and the school would get a piece of the profits.

This Carnival would bring in some much needed money. So, there was a lot of planning and scheduling that went into this fundraiser.

The biggest attraction was the Dunking Stool. It was a big tub about four feet high that had a couple hundred gallons of water in it. There was a seat above the tank. The seat was connected to a huge target that was set up next to the tub.

One could buy two softballs for a dollar. You would throw the balls at the target, if you hit the bull's eye there would be a loud clang and the seat would drop away, plunging the sitter into the pool. The jocks and teachers would be the victims. The teachers were the biggest draws, as all the students wanted to sink their favorite or not so favorite teachers.

Jocks volunteered and the teachers were drawn by lot. The three chaplains held the drawing. Somehow, I was not picked to take the seat. This was much to the annoyance of many students, especially the Water Rats.

The high point of the day came at one in the afternoon. Two softballs were auctioned off. The intended victim was the Principal, Dr. North. There was no way I was not going to lose at the auction and I made sure that I had far more money than I thought I needed.

I arrived at the carnival dressed in a three-piece suit, white shirt and tie. The way I showed up for class. Everyone laughed asking why the suit. I told them that someone had to bring some decorum to the event. That brought even louder laughter.   

After being at the carnival for a while, I noticed that no one ever threw more than four softballs before dunking the person sitting on the seat. Then I noticed that when someone missed two or three throws John, the owner of the tank, would put his hand in his vest pocket and on the next throw there was a clang and the victim fell into the water.

I walked over to John and mentioned that it was great that people were such good throwers. He looked at me with a little concern. I smiled and said, "I think that it's a great idea. Keeps the line moving and there are no temper tantrums."

"Sometimes it can get rather ugly. Someone gets mad and the madder they get the worse their aim is. It can put a damper on the whole carnival," John said.

We were interrupted by the Catholic Chaplain, Father James, getting up on a chair and announcing that the auction for the two softballs to dunk the Principal, Dr. Genevieve North. Father James was flanked by Reverend Logan and Rabbi Cohen, the Protestant Chaplain and the Jewish Chaplain.

Jen was standing there with a very conservative, loose bathing suit covered by a light robe.

The bidding started off and slowly, ever so slowly the bids rose. It was noisy, with people yelling, shouting and laughing. When it finally got to forty-five dollars, I said to John, "I have to end this agony."

I walked over to the crowd and in a loud voice I said, "One Hundred Dollars"

Silence...everyone turned and looked at me. Jens eyes were like saucers.

Jamal was the first to speak, "What do you have against Dr. North?"

"Who do you think stuck me with you guys? What could be more fitting than the mentor of the Water Rats to dunk Dr. North in the water?" I shouted.

There was a lot of laughing and hooting after I said that.

Marisa, my prize Water Rat then spoke up (something she did quite often), "You are going to get your revenge against Dr. North and you are only going to put up a "C" note? Why not a "C" note per softball?"

The crowd joined yelling and shouting for me to pay the two hundred. Jen started to say something. I laughed and shouted over her, saying, "Sounds like a bargain to me, two hundred for the privilege of dunking Dr. North."

Father James roared with laughter and quickly shouted, "Going...going...GONE. Sold to Mr. Fitzgibbons. NOW, Mr. Fitzy...THE MONEY!"

I handed him two, one hundred dollar bills.

Father James made a big production about inspecting them. He then handed one bill to Reverend Logan and one bill to Rabbi Cohen. They also made a big production inspecting them. Finally, the three of them pronounced the money to be real and I was given the two softballs.

As the money inspection was going on, Jen had climbed up the latter and sat on the dunking seat. She was softly laughing and shaking her head. With the two softballs in hand I went over to the throwing line and stretched my arms.

The majority of the crowd wanted me to miss, but there was a contingent that wanted Jen in the water.

I wound up and threw the first ball...it missed. Believe it or not...that's what I wanted to do.

The crown went wild, yelling insults at me. Can't hit the side of a barn...Fitzys blind, etc.

I was unaffected by their insults. When they quieted down a bit, I explained that the jacket restricted my movements and went about removing it. Once again I stretched and wound up and threw the ball. It flew straight and true. There was a loud clang and the seat dropped away and Jen plunged into the water.

The crowd screamed. Most were yelling at me for dunking Jen.

Jen stood up in the pool and laughed. As she started to climb out of the water, Marisa yelled, "Hey Mr. Fitz, ain't you gonna let Dr. North get some revenge on you?"

The crowd picked up on that and started shouting that I should get on the seat and let Dr. North have a try.

I raised both my hands to quiet the crown and then said, "Why should I...Wait a minute, Dr. North played in the Varsity/Faculty Basketball game...and she played in the Student/Faculty Softball Game. Yea, I have seen her throw...No problem...I will be just as dry after she throws the balls as I am now."

I started to go the locker room, but I stopped and loudly said, "Why should I change? Why waste the time?"

I started to walk back to the tank. I stopped in front of John and put my jacked back on. Under my breath I said, "John, she gets the first throw...but, I go in on the second...no matter what."

With a deadpan face, John whispered, "Okay, you're the boss."

I made a big production about going up the ladder and sitting on the seat. I took off my shoes and socks, saying that my feet would dangle in the water and I didn't want to get my shoes wet.

Jen was standing at the throwing line. She was beautiful, standing there dripping wet, her hair hanging straight down and the light robe sticking to her body. She had a big smile on her face but I could see that she wanted to dunk me, more than anything.

Reverend Logan held up his hands to quiet the crowd and shouted, "Quiet please Principal North has to concentrate if she is going to sink this here teacher."

The crowd was silent as Jen wound up and threw the ball. It flew at the target...and missed the bull's eye. There was a sigh of disappointment from the crowd.

I laughed and shouted, "What did I tell you? I could sit here all afternoon and still be dry as a bone.

Then I continued over the hoots and hollers of the crowd, "Ya know this set-up isn't fair. I was under a lot of pressure when I was throwing, there was two hundred dollars on the line, but here is Dr. North with no pressure at all. SOOO, I am going to up the tension a little. I have another one hundred dollars that says that Dr. North is going to miss. If she sinks me the money goes into the pot ...but if Dr. North misses, as I know she will, I get the money back."

I handed the hundred to Rabbi Cohen, who after a close inspection declared it good.

The crowd roared, yelling to Jen that she had to sink the Fitz.

Jen was looking at me like I had completely lost my mind. Then she laughingly said, "Mr. Fitzgibbons, I'll have you know that I do my best work under pressure."

"Lets hope so, Dr. North," I said.

Jen started to wind up and I yelled, "Wait...wait."

Jen stopped and with a feigned look of annoyance, "What is it NOW, Mr. Fitzgibbons?"

I smiled and started to wiggle my toes in the water. I looked up and said, "I think it's only right that some part of my body gets wet."

Jen rolled her eyes in exasperation as the crowd screamed and hooted at me.

I put on my sweetest smile and said, "Do your worst, Dr. North."

As Jen wound up like a baseball pitcher, I glanced over to John. He was laughing and shaking his head. But, true to his word his left hand was in the vest pocket.

Jen hurled the softball. There was complete silence as the ball arched toward the target. Then a loud CLANG rang through the gym, the seat dropped away and in my three piece suit, white shirt and tie I plunged down into the ice cold water.

As my butt hit the bottom of the tank, I could hear the clamor of the crown. I stayed down for about fifteen seconds and then slowly emerged from the water.

As I stood the noise got louder. Someone started a chant and the crown joined in "DR. NORTH ...DR. NORTH...DR. NORTH."

Jen was laughing so hard she was holding onto Father Jim and Reverend Logan for support.

When the noise abated a little, I yelled, "Anyone know of a good dry cleaner?"

The shouts and jeers rose in volume again.

When I started to climb out of the tub, Marisa yelled out, "Wait a minute, Mr. Fitz, I want a turn too."

Needless to say, I spent the rest of the afternoon, being dunked into the tank (Much to the relief of my fellow teachers).

I would hurl insults at any student who approached the line. "You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn...You throw like a girl...Open your eyes, next time..."

Thankfully, John would stop the game every twenty-five to thirty minutes and give me time to have a hot cup of coffee and warm up a little. No, I never asked John and he didn't say.

After what felt like years, four o'clock arrived and I was able to get out of the tank and head to the faculty locker room to dry off and change. I was shivering as I took off the wet suit, dried off and put on a pair of Grant High sweats.

I went out into the gym and helped with the clean up and to be abused by the students. After a while, a member of the School Board approached me and asked if I would come up to Principals Office.

It was with a little trepidation that I went to the office. I knew that the crown approved of my antics, but would the School Board agree with them. But what the hell, I had been in trouble before and I would be in trouble again. So I walked into the office with a bit of an attitude.

When I entered Dr. North's office everyone broke into a round of applause. John Michaelson, the president of the Local School Board came over and shook my hand.

He laughed and said, "Mr. Fitzgibbons, I can't say that I would have done what you did out there, but you were very effective. Our preliminary numbers indicate that this year we have broken our record for fund raising at this event. We believe that in large part it was because of your very generous donation and your antics in the tank. I speak for the entire Board when I say thank you very much."

After a few minutes the Board started to leave. Jen said, "Mr. Fitzgibbons, could you wait, I would like to talk for a minute or two."

When the last Board member left and we heard the outside door close, Jen ran into my arms saying, "I love you, You crazy wonderful man."

We mashed our lips together, mouths open and tongues meeting and caressing. When the kiss ended, Jen still holding me with her head on my shoulder, said, "Ron, as much as we need it and as wonderful as it is, you shouldn't have spent so much money dunking me and having me dunk you..."

"Jen," I interrupted, "this morning after you left, I received a rather big package from Marcel and the family. It was a case of wine and two letters. One from Marcel and Catherine and one from Mama and Papa, they told me that the store in Paris, Papa's store in Amsterdam and Peter's store in Lyons are all doing fantastic. They said that it was about time that I get to enjoy some of the profits. The letter from Marcel and Catherine had ten one hundred dollar bills in it.

"Marcel wrote that I should spend it on my 'booze and loose women', but since he sent me the booze all I could spend it on was a loose woman...and you are my loose woman of choice.

I continued, "I still have a whole bunch of money to spend on you, my loose woman. I haven't eaten since that toast you made me this morning, and I am starving. Have you eaten anything?"

"I haven't eaten at all," Jen laughed, "What do you have in mind?"

"GITANO'S!"

"YES," yelled Jen, "Ronald Fitzgibbons you are a genius. And, I love you."

I grabbed her, pulled her into me and kissed her hard and passionately. I pulled away and said, "I have to get back to my apartment and change."

"I'll pick you up there," Jen said.

"I'll be waiting with bated breath, my love," I laughed.

I picked up the plastic bag containing my very wet suit and left her office. I drove home and took a quick shower and put on clean, DRY clothes.

GITANO'S 2 

Jen showed up as I finished dressing. We drove to Gitano's, it was about nine thirty when we arrived.

Going into Gitano's, he came running over to Jen shouting, "Genevieve, where have you been? How are you?"

He then noticed me and said, "Ronald, good to see you again." He was giving me a funny look.

Rosa then came out and seeing Jen, came over and said, "Genevieve, Ronald, how are you? Come, sit here."

She sat us by the window, where we sat the first time. Jen got up and went to the Ladies Room. Rosa sat down, looking very serious.

She looked at me and said, "Ronald, we spoke to Pasquale..."

I broke in saying, "Really, that's great, how is he and Mina?"

Rosa looked at me with daggers in her eyes, "Pasquale did not know a Ronald Fitzgibbons."

"Of course he wouldn't, he would know me as Henry Duval. That was my Legion name."

"The French Foreign Legion," she snapped.

In a short voice, I answered, "Yes, I spent seven years with the 2e REP. We were stationed out of Corsica."

"Does Genevieve, know?" she asked.

"Of course she does. I told her the night I made dinner for her. I would never lie to Jen." I answered quietly. "She means a lot to you, doesn't she?" I added.

Rosa looked into her lap and quietly said, "Yes she does. She is very important to Gitano and I. We were afraid for her..."

"Rosa, I would never hurt Jen."

"I know that Ron. I'm so sorry, Pasquale told us that he did not know a Ronald Fitzgibbons, but he believed you were Henry Duval, and that we had nothing to worry about because Henry is a man of honor...Please forgive me, Ronald."

I took her hands in mine and looked her in the eyes and said, "Rosa, please don't feel bad. I think that it's wonderful that you think so much of Genevieve. I love you for it."

"We should have listened to Pasquale," she said

Just then Jen returned. Rosa got up and asked, "Shall I bring some wine?"

"That would be wonderful," I said, "Jen, what would..."

Rosa interrupted me saying, "No, I have something special for you two." as she went into the kitchen.

A few moments later, Gitano came out with a bottle of wine. He poured a small amount in my glass.

I swirled the wine in the glass and sniffed it, the bouquet was marvelous. I took a small sip and washed it around my mouth.

I looked at Gitano as asked, "It's a Chianti, isn't it? But nothing like I have ever tasted."

Gitano smiled, "Very good, Ron," and as he showed me the label he continued, "A Chianti from San Sebastian...but a Reserva."

As he poured Jen a glass and filled mine, he went on, "Pasquale sent me a case and 'ORDERED' that you should have a bottle. He said 'Make sure that the "godless Legionnaire" gets a bottle.'"

Jen looked at me and said, "Godless Legionnaire?"

Gitano continued, "He was laughing as he told us, but he wouldn't explain. He told us that we should ask you."

I laughed and said, "It's a bit of a story."

"Well then, we shall have to wait until after dinner. Rosa and I have to work." Gitano told us.

We didn't order that night, Rosa and Gitano made the choices for us. Dinner was absolutely fantastic. It was a very leisurely dinner and we finished with the last course at around eleven fifteen, after the restaurant had closed."

It was about quarter to twelve when Rosa and Gitano come out with a huge variety of pastries. They had a bottle of sweet desert wine that complemented the sweet pastries.

After finishing desert, I reached into the pocket of my overcoat and pulled out a bottle of the wine that Marcel had sent.

That wine was great, we all loved it. As we drank, I explained that when Marcel and I first came to Santa Angela the parish priest, Father Guiseppe, was not happy that there were Legionnaires in the village. He wanted to turn the population against us so that they would run us out of town. However, after helping fix things around the town, he was preaching to deaf ears.

It was during one of his more fiery sermons that he called us the "Godless Legionnaires." However, after a time, even Father Guiseppe changed his tune. Marcel and I spent a week restoring the Chapel of Santa Maria. But, the name stuck, thus we were and still are the "Godless Legionnaires."

We also had another bottle of wine that Gitano brought out. When we finally left the restaurant at around two am, we got a car service to take us home. We all needed it.

The car dropped us at my apartment and we went up and went into the bedroom. I took her in my arms and kissed her. We undressed each other, kissing and caressing.

I lay her on the bed and she looked at me and said, "Ron, I want you, now."

She held her arms out, then closed her eyes and fell into a deep slumber. I leaned over and kissed her lips and lay next to her and immediately dropped off.

I awoke well after the sun was up in the morning. Jen was still sleeping. I didn't feel bad considering all the wine I had.

I lay on my side, just watching Jen sleep. She was so peaceful, so beautiful. As I lay watching her I realized that this was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I wanted to shout my love for her from the rooftops. To tell the world that Ronald Fitzgibbons loves Genevieve North more than anything in this world.

Jen stretched and moaned. She opened her eyes, turned and smiled at me.

I reached over and cupped her breast as my dick started to become erect. Jen smiled and held my hand to her breast. She then looked over to the clock on the night table.

"Oh god," she exclaimed as she shot out of bed and sprinted toward the bathroom, "We promised Lily that we would be at church, today. Ron, we only have forty-five minutes."

I fell back onto the bed. My dream of having a slow leisurely love making session evaporated, as did my erection. I got out of bed went into the bathroom and as I brushed my teeth, Jen was getting into the shower and I joined her.

As we washed; I grabbed, fondled and caressed as she lamely fought me off. She turned me around and washed my back. As she got out of the shower she spun the hot water faucet off and put the cold to max. In the second or two it took the water to change, Jen was out of the shower. As the icy spray hit my warm body, I let out a blood-curdling scream and jumped out.

Jen was laughing and saying, "I couldn't have you showing up at Church with an erection, could I? What would people think?"

I answered, "There are other ways of getting it down, you know."




A Teachers Story Ch. 02



"Yes, but none quicker," she giggled.

We barely made it to Church on time.

CHURCH 

Jen's best friend Lillian (Lily) was married to the Anglican Pastor, Clive Gillam. They met, while Lily was a missionary in Africa. After they married, Clive spent two years in Devon, England, as an Assistant Pastor. Then about three years ago Clive was sent to Baltimore as a Pastor.

When Lily returned to Baltimore, Jen returned to the Church. She attended rather regularly and brought me along a couple of weeks ago. Although I was raised a Catholic, the Anglicans weren't that different, so if Jen went, so did I.

After the service, everyone would stay and talk. I was surprised to find that the School Chancellor, Peter Brant, was a parishioner. He was a bit surprised to see me there. And although he didn't say anything, I think that he was even more surprised to see me with Jen.

We talked about how I liked teaching and he told me that he was rather pleased to see the progress made by the Water Rats. Jen heaped praise on me about my work with them. We then talked about the school and other things.

As he and his wife were leaving, Mr. Brant turned to me and said, "Ron, a word of advice. If you want to impress your principal, I really don't think that it's a good idea to dump her in the water." He started laughing and his wife playfully hit him and said, "Oh, Peter."

When everyone was gone we had brunch with Lily and Clive. Naturally, Jen had to tell them the story of the Carnival. Down playing her dunking and building up the story of how she, with determination and skill, put that arrogant teacher who was dressed in a three-piece suit, in his place by dropping him into the tank of water.

Surprisingly, I got some sympathy from Lily, but only teasing from Clive.

Jen and I left for my apartment at about noon.

I had wanted to get back to my apartment. It was Marcel's birthday and I wanted to call him. It had been a while since I had spoken with them. For the last couple of months we had been playing telephone tag, leaving messages, but never connecting.

On the way back, I was telling Jen about making arrangements to go to Amsterdam for Spring Break. It was late this year, coming in late April.

Catherine was expecting and she was due in late March or early April. She and Marcel had scheduled the christening for the week of Spring Break, so that I was available. As Marcel pointed out, "We can't have a christening without the God-father."   

Jen put her head on my shoulder and told me that she would miss me terribly while I was gone. In a martyred voice she said, "I'll just be pining away, dreaming of you and being all alone."

I laughed and said, "No, you won't."

She looked at me and said, "I won't?"

"No, you won't, because I want you to come to Amsterdam with me."

"Amsterdam? Ron, I can't..." Jen started to say.

"Yes you can. You have nothing planned for the break and you have to meet the other half of my family."

Jen had met June and Bryan, when they came to New York City on business. Jen and my sister really hit it off and whenever June called she always had to talk to Jen.

Jen said, "Ron, I don't know...I've never been to Europe..." then she gushed, "I would love to come with you and meet Marcel, Catherine and the family." She hugged me tight and whispered, "Ron, I love you so much...you make me so happy."

We had to stop near Gitano's and pick up the car we left last night.

A PHONE CALL 

When we got to my apartment I tried to call Marcel but the lines were busy. I got a glass of soda for Jen and myself and we sat cuddling on the couch. Our arms were around each other and her head was on my chest.

The feel of her warm, soft body against mine was exquisite. Just laying there close to the woman I loved made me realize that this was the way I wanted to spend the rest of my life. Close to this wonderful, beautiful, loving women.

Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said. I could feel the love that Jen had for me. Never before had I felt so loved. I looked down at Jen and she lifted her head and we kissed. Our lips lightly touched. I gave her butterfly kisses, quick light kisses.

Jen then grabbed my head and kissed me hard. She moved her tongue to my lips; that opened, granting her entrance into my mouth. Her tongue explored my mouth and caressed my tongue.

I pulled her into me, holding her tight. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and caressed her tongue.

Jen took my hand and placed it on her breast. I softly fondled it and kneaded it. Slowly my fingers began to unbutton her blouse. I pushed the blouse from her shoulders and Jen lifted herself and took it off. I unhooked her bra and slipped it off.

I lowered my head and took her breast into my mouth. I kissed and then sucked on her breast, my tongue playing with her nipple. She was holding my head to her breast and was breathing hard.

Jen had her other hand on my crotch, rubbing my quickly hardening dick. She began to remove my pants as I returned the favor. In seconds we were lying naked next to each other. I was holding her close; my dick was pressed between our bodies.

Jen pulled me on top of her, opened her legs and guided my uncovered dick into her.

I slowly pushed my dick into her slick, hot vagina. Feeling her tight silken love tunnel wrapped around my dick started to drive me wild and I pushed my dick into her as far as I could.

She lifted her legs and gripped my hips tightly. She began to gyrate beneath me, as I began to pound my dick into her. Faster and faster we fucked each other. As we drove ourselves wild with lust and passion, it seemed like we continued this forever. We wanted to love like this, never stopping. Spending eternity in this lust filled, passionate but loving embrace.

Jen was holding me into her with all of her strength. As my orgasm approached, I told her I should pull out. Jen just held me all the tighter and moaned, "No, stay in me...please stay."

I yelled, "Oh Jen...Oh Jen," as I exploded into her unprotected vagina; firing my semen into her womb, not caring about the possible consequences.

As I began to cum into her, Jen let out a long high-pitched scream. She began to buck and shake as she fell into a chasm of pleasure and delight. We fell together, slowly floating deeper and deeper into our own private world of pleasure, love and devotion. No one else was allowed; all trespassers would be shot. This world was ours and ours alone.

The time we spent there was all too short. We came back up into the real world. Neither of us said anything about what we had allowed ourselves to do. At this moment, neither of us really cared. We didn't get dressed again; we just put on our robes and went back into the living room.

I was finally able to get my call through to Marcel and Catherine. When Marcel realized that I was on the phone, he just talked and talked. I couldn't get a word in edge wise.

Finally, I screamed, "MARCEL, ENOUGH."

He quieted down, and asked, "Was I talking too much?"

Mama said in as exasperated voice, "You always talk too much, but then you get that from your father."

That brought a laugh, because Papa is the quietest person I have ever met.

As the conversation had so far been in French, I said, "Please English, you all have to practice. First, How are you, Catherine?"

"I am fine, just as big as a house," Catherine answered.

Marcel jumped in, "She is beautiful and after the baby is born next week, I am going to miss my big wife."

"I have to agree with you, Marcel. I am sure that you are just as beautiful as ever, Catherine." I went on, "I got the package and money. Thanks so much..."

Marcel cut in saying, "So, Henry (pronounced On-rey) are you spending it on booze and loose women?"

"Well since you sent me a case of wine, I don't need the booze, so I'm spending it on a loose woman," I replied.

"Wonderful," Marcel shouted, "where is she, there with you?"

"Of course, she is sitting here right next to me," I laughed.

"Really, Henry...tell me, is she naked?" Marcel asked.

Both Mama and Catherine shouted, "Marcel, stop."

I laughed and Jen in a very sweet voice said, "No, Marcel I do have my clothes on."

Silence...total silence. We heard Papa burst out laughing and he said, "My dear, you must forgive my son's silence...he is trying to take his foot out of his mouth."

We all laughed, Marcel did too.

I said, "Okay, Mama, Papa, Catherine and Marcel; this is Genevieve...my loose woman."

"Genevieve, that is a French name, are you French, my dear?" Mama asked.

Jen said, "My mother's father was from Lyon, but my grand mother was Spanish."

"Good enough, my daughter and son live in Lyon. It is a nice city," Mama said.

They had a million questions for Jen. She laughed and answered them. When she told them about being the principal at my school, Marcel roared, "Yes that is just like Henry, if he can't date the boss's daughter...he dates the boss, herself."

She told them how I dumped her in the water and how she got her revenge, her version of the story differed from what I said, but they all believed Jen. And we told them about Gitano's.

We had talked for a time, when Mama, being her always-tactful self, asked, "So, Henry, when do we get to meet Genevieve?"

"That depends," I answered.

Mama snapped, "Depends...depends on what?"

"That depends on whether you are at the airport or whether you stay home and wait until we get there."

"Mon Dieu, Genevieve, you are coming to the christening?" Mama asked.

Catherine chimed in, "That's wonderful...wonderful. I can't wait to meet you in person."

Jen said, "Yes, Ron asked me to go. I hope that I'm not imposing on you."

"Imposing? Never, you are welcome in my home, isn't that right, Pierre?" Mama said.

"Absolutely, in fact, Genevieve, why don't you come and leave Henry at home...but no, he is the god-father so I guess you have to bring him," Papa said with a laugh.

I let out a loud groan and said, "Et tu, Papa. God the abuse I have to put up with."

They all laughed and Catherine said in a pittying voice, "You, poor abused baby."

Marcel spoke up, "If they weren't picking on you...it would be me. But, I do feel sorry for you, Henry...NOT."

We were on the phone for about two hours...the bill was astronomical. But I didn't care. It was family.

On Wednesday of the next week, I received a phone call at 4:00 am. It was Marcel. Catherine had given birth to a healthy baby girl, Yvonne. The mother was doing fine...can't say the same about the father. He sounded completely out of his mind...with joy.

I didn't call Jen, I went back to sleep.

When I got to school in the morning, I grabbed a bunch of reports that I had to give to Jen and went to the Principal's office. Jen's secretary, Marie, known as the Gestapo by the students was guarding the sanctuary.

"Can I help you, Mr. Fitzgibbons?" she snapped.

"I have some reports for the Boss," I said.

"I assume that you are talking about DR. NORTH. Just leave them on the desk and I'll bring them into her," she said as a dismissal.

I went on, "I really have to discuss something with her."

"And what is that?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom.

"The reports," I said with a sickly sweet voice.

"I'll see if she is available. She pressed that intercom and said, "Dr. North, Mr. Fitzgibbons is here and he would like to discuss something with you. Are you free to see him?"

"Let me check my calendar...Yes I think that I have a few minutes to spare for Mr. Fitzgibbons, send him in," Jen said. I knew that she was laughing.

"You can go in, MR. Fitzy," Marie said, giving me the evil eye.

I smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, Lovely Lady."

"HARRUMPH," Marie huffed.

I opened the door to Jen's office and said, "Good morning, Dr. North."

"Good Morning, Mr. Fitzgibbons, have a seat," Jen said as I closed the door.

"Why do you do that to her, she gets all upset and flustered. Now she is going to be nuts all morning," Jen moaned.

"All I did was come in and ask to see you," I said.

Jen laughed, "I know; now what's so important that you have to come in here and upset Marie?"

"I got a call at four in the morning, from Marcel. Catherine had a healthy baby girl, last night. Yvonne, she was seven pounds six ounces and is nineteen inches long, or as Marcel says tall, because his daughter is not LONG."

Jen got up from behind the desk and walked over to me and sat down on my lap and said, "Oh that's so wonderful, we should call them tonight. Why don't you come over after school and we can have dinner and call them."

I put my arms around her and lightly kissed her lips, "I like that idea."

Jen pulled me to her and kissed me passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I returned the kiss with lustful passion, accepted her tongue and caressed it with mine. When we ended the kiss I pushed her away. It took all of my will power to do it.

I said, "If you don't get up right now, I'm not going to be able to leave here this morning."

"Well if you really want to go...then go," she whispered as she returned to her desk.

AMSTERDAM and PARIS 

The next three weeks flew by. Before I knew it, Jen and I were in a cab going to Baltimore-Washington International Airport. We caught a 7:45 pm Business Class flight. With Jen seated next to me, I was in heaven. We slept most of the way.

We arrived in Amsterdam Airport at about 11:00 AM. Marcel and Catherine were there to meet us. It was like a family reunion. We were hugging, kissing, laughing and crying. Catherine clamped onto Jen and they were acting like sisters in no time.

After getting our bags we drove home. Believe me, going back to Mama and Papa's house was like going home. I had spent more time there that I had spent at any place since my enlistment.

When we got home, Mama and Papa were waiting by the door. I felt like crying. I had seen this so many times; Mama would come running out when Marcel and I would come up the front walk in our uniforms. She would throw her arms around us, smothering us with kisses.

Just like old times, but this time Jen was with me.

When we went into the house, we were introduced to Yvonne. And true to Marcel's description, she was beautiful. We all stood there admiring her with oohs and aahs, telling her how beautiful she was. Like she knew...like she cared...she slept. When she woke up, all she wanted was her mother and her mother's milk.

Mama and Papa fell in love with Genevieve immediately. They fawned over her, treating her like a queen; teasing me that she was far too good for me, that I must have cast a spell over her.

"Yes, Ron has cast a spell over me. And I wouldn't have it any other way," Jen giggled as she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss.

We settled in, I would be sleeping in "my old room" and Jen was in the room next to me. They were not adjoining. The rooms were mirror images of each other. They had a large four-post bed, a dresser and a closet or armoire against the wall. There was a small sink at the back of the room, in the corner next to the window.

That afternoon we sat talking in the living room. It was decided that Mama, Catherine and Jen were going into Amsterdam the next day to shop. As usual Papa would be going into the Store and Marcel and I would have to entertain ourselves.

A little later, Mama got up to start dinner and she said, "Henry, come and help me in the kitchen."

Jen started to get up, saying, "Let me help you, Mama."

Mama smiled and said, "No, Genevieve you stay here, don't worry, you will get your turn soon enough. But, today it is Henry's turn."

They all laughed as I got up and followed Mama into the Kitchen.

In the kitchen, Mama handed me a paring knife and a big bunch of carrots and said, "Here clean and chop these."

As I started to clean the carrots, Mama said, "Genevieve is a very beautiful woman."

"Yes she is Mama." I knew where this was going.

"She is very sweet and it is obvious that she loves you very much," she said softly.

"I know that Mama, and I love her very, very much."

She turned to look at me, "I can see that, Henry."

I smiled at her and said, "Mama, when you girls go shopping tomorrow, Marcel and I are going to visit Uncle Herve. (pronounced Er-Vay)."

Uncle Herve, was a diamond merchant and jeweler. He designed and made a lot of the jewelry that he sold. It was traditional that all of the Dejon men went to Uncle Herve to get their engagement and wedding rings. I could not break tradition.

With tears in her eyes, Mama threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. "Well I guess that means that I will have to break in a new daughter, won't I?" she wept.

I held her in my arms and said, "Oh Mama, I am so happy. I have a wonderful woman and a wonderful family. What more could I ask for?"

She pushed me away and said, "Dinner, now let's get to work."

At around 10:00 pm, we had finished dinner, dessert and a couple bottles of wine; both Jen and I were falling asleep. We said our good nights and went up to bed.

Jen went to her room. I walked her to the door. I put my arms around her and kissed her.

I whispered, "I don't know how I'll get through the night without you. I'm going to miss you so much."

Jen said, "You're insatiable."

"Only for you my love, only for you."

She was giggling as she gave me a quick kiss, said goodnight and went into her bedroom.

I went into my bedroom and changed into a tee shirt and a pair of flannel pants. I turned off the light. I got into bed and lay staring at the ceiling. There was a street lamp outside the window, so it was not totally dark.

As I lay there I saw the armoire door open and a dark form move out of it. The form moved toward the bed. I heard giggling, giggling that I was very familiar with. In fact, I was very familiar with that form moving toward me.

I started to laugh.

The form stopped next to the bed and said, "Well, am I going to have to stand here all night?"

I whipped the blanket and sheet over and Jen got into bed. She cuddled with me and kissed me.

"What's going on, Jen?" I asked.

"I'll explain in the morning, but now just hold me, Ron. That's what I need tonight," she said softly.

I put my arm around her and held her. In about thirty seconds I heard the deep even breathing of sleep. I smiled into the night, pulled her into me a little tighter and closed my eyes.

I awoke before the sun was up. Jen had her head on my shoulder and she was kissing my cheek and jaw. With my eyes closed I stretched and pulled her tighter into me.

"Good morning, sleepy head," Jen said softly. "I love you."

"Good morning, my love," I answered as I turned my head and lightly kissed her lips.

I got up and washed up, and then got back into bed with Jen. I leaned over and kissed her, long and hard. She returned my kiss with passion. Our mouths open, tongues exploring.

Jen was wearing a light nightgown. I reached down and began to pull it up. Jen lifted her hips and then sat up and raised her arms to make it easier.

Jen pulled my tee shirt off and then removed my pants. When she finished she lay back on the bed, I looked at her and marveled at her beauty. Her firm breasts, with their now erect nipples. Her firm flat abdomen and rounded hips were exquisite. The small triangle of pubic hair pointed toward that sweet delight that lay hidden between her shapely legs.

I was enraptured by her beauty. I couldn't believe my good fortune, that I was loved by such a beautiful and wonderful woman. I lowered my lips to hers and started my exploration of this paradise named Jen. I wanted to spend a lifetime exploring and learning about this perfect body.

I moved from her lips and spread kisses all over her face, her eyes, forehead, nose, cheeks, jaw and neck.




A Teachers Story Ch. 02



Jen was holding my head to her and was whispering to me, "Oh god, Ron, I love it when you kiss me like this."

I moved down to her shoulder, kissing down her arm, her hand and fingers; then to her chest and slowly up the slope of her breast, moving to the rose colored areola and to the erect nipple. Taking the sweet nubbin in my mouth and sucking on it.

Jen moaned and held my head to her breast.

I soon moved lower, kissing my way over her stomach to that aromatic patch between her legs. But first, I kissed my way down her shapely legs; finally kissing each and every toe, then moving up one leg and down the other.

After kissing as much of her body as I could, I arrived at the center of her pleasure. I breathed in her pungent aroma, breathing deeply, appreciating the bouquet of her nether region.

I reveled in the scent. The prelude to tasting the savory juices that already started to flow. Enjoying the banquet, I began to feast on the folds of her labia. Licking and sucking the free flowing juices that emanated from her vagina.

As I enjoyed my epicurean delight, Jen moaned in quiet ecstasy. My feasting brought her the greatest of pleasure. As I sucked up her juices and licked the lips of her labia, Jen pushed her hips up into my face. Her hands held my head to her.

I abandoned the lips of her labia and moved to her clitoris. I pushed the small hood aside and began to lick and suck on her magic button of pleasure. Jen began grind her hips into my mouth, pushing up as she told me of her love.

As I ministered to her clitoris, my fingers were slipping in between the lips of her vagina. I pumped them into her love tunnel. Jen was thrashing on the bed and then it seemed that she went into a seizure, shaking and trembling. Her body then stiffened and her back arched as she went into the throes of an orgasm.

She held a pillow over her face as she screamed out her pleasure.

Finally when she came down from the heights of her orgasm, she was panting. Jen pulled my head up to her and kissed my lips. She then licked all of her love juice from my face.

"Ron, I need you...I want you in me...I want you now," she said.

She spread her legs, lifting them high. I settled between her legs and guided my dick into her.

Jen wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. We were joined. We were united as only two lovers, who are completely and totally in love; joined not only in body but also in spirit.

I slowly began to stroke my dick in and out of her, easy and gentle strokes. I looked into her eyes, whispering my love to her.

Jen began to flex the muscles within her vagina, gripping and holding my cock inside her. The feeling was unbelievable. She was stroking my cock with her vagina, loving me like I had never been loved before.

The pleasure was unbelievable. I felt the pressure begin to build within my groin. It felt like my balls were going to explode. I started to pull out of Jen. But, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deeper into her body.

"Jen, I'm going to..."

"Stay in me, Ron. I want you in me," she whispered.

I didn't have to be told twice. I forced my dick as deep into her unprotected vagina and my sperm shot into her. Again and again my dick shot its fluid into her open womb.

We held onto each other with a desperation that knew no bounds. As my semen filled her she entered into her second orgasm, moaning into my shoulder. She bit into my shoulder in order to stifle the screams that were brought on by the immense pleasure she was experiencing.

We were lost to the world, Amsterdam...Baltimore? What difference did it make? I was with Jen and she was with me. We needed nothing else. We wanted nothing else. We were complete, a single entity, created by our total commitment and love for each other.

When our breathing was back to normal, I began to lift myself off of Jen. She held on to me and said, "Not yet, Ron, stay in me...just for a while."

I remained in her, refusing to worry about the possible consequences; just reveling in the closeness and intimacy of the situation.

Eventually, I moved off of Jen and lay next to her, holding her close. We lay like this until we heard someone...Mama?...moving around in the house. As Jen started to get up, I pulled her back into bed and held her.

"You are not getting out of this bed until you tell me how you got into my room AND how you found out how to do it." I laughed as I held on to her squirming body.

Jen stopped squirming and giggling said, "Okay, you forced it out of me. There is a "secret" door in the back of the closet. But it only opens from the other side. I had to chock it open so I can get back.

"And, I learned about it from MAMA! It is a Dejon Family tradition that the lady of the house tells her daughter or daughter about the door, IF she approves of the match. Well, she told me that I am considered her future daughter-in-law and that she most definitely approves of the match."

"That's Mama," I laughed.

In a mock exasperated voice, Jen asked, "Now can I get up and go back to my room? Some of us have to get up, as we have things to do other than laze around all day."

"Sure, just abandon me. Leave me here all alone." I moaned.

She blew me a kiss as she stepped into the closet. I heard the lock slip into place, locking me out of her room. I got up dressed and went down into the kitchen. Mama had brewed some coffee and was already working on breakfast.

"Good morning, Henry, have some coffee and then crack and scramble those eggs. But whip them lightly. I want the omelets as light as can be." Then Mama said with a big smile, "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept like a log, I was very tired and those couple of glasses of wine, really put me out," I answered.

"Did Genevieve sleep well?" she asked with a straight face.

"You'll have to ask her, I didn't see her when I came down," I answered with an equally straight face.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, sounding worried.

I couldn't tease her any more, so I said, "Mama, everything is just fine. And don't worry the secret of the closet is safe with me."

She looked at me and smiled, saying, "One of these days, Henry..."

"Yes, Mama, I know."

We were still laughing as Jen, Catherine and Yvonne came into the kitchen.

Catherine saw me whipping the eggs for the omelets and said, "Oh good, Genevieve, Henry is working, so we can be ladies of leisure and plan our shopping trip."

Mama spoke up right away, "You two can be ladies of leisure, AFTER you set the table."

Jen and Catherine were giggling as they went to work. After breakfast, cleanup and endless instructions from Mama, the women left for a day of shopping. Marcel and I jumped into Papa's car and drove to Uncle Herve's establishment in the diamond district.

Uncle Herve was a small, almost what you would consider a mousy man. That is until you talked to him. He had the deepest voice I have ever heard and he was possibly the best negotiator and haggler in the world.

With family, however, there was no haggling. Family would pay for the rings, Uncle Herve set the price and you paid it. He would first show you drawings of the ring he thought as the best. Very seldom would anyone look at anything further.

I didn't have to look at the second drawing. It was a beautiful one and a half karat diamond with a sapphire on each side. Uncle Herve was not sure if the sapphires should be dark blue or light blue.

I told him that the dark blue ones would be perfect, but he said that we would decide after he met Genevieve at the christening. He would start working on the ring right away.

The next two days were spent in a frenzy preparing for the beautiful Yvonne's christening. There were no two prouder people than her devoted father and god-father (Didn't expect that-did you?). But we were both insane about that precious little bundle of joy.

All of the food was homemade. Papa, Mama, Marcel and I worked all day making every sort of hors de ores, finger food, meats, fish, poultry, and desserts of every kind. I hadn't cooked like this in ages. I hadn't had so much fun in ages.

We had worked like this for Marcel and Catherine's wedding. But, then we had Marcel bitching about having to work for his own wedding. No such complaints this time.

I wouldn't want you to get the idea that Catherine and Jen had it easy. They probably had the hardest job. Setting up the tables, getting supplies for us, running for this and that. The only thing that Jen couldn't help with was breast-feeding Yvonne.

That night as Jen lay in my arms, I laughed about how hard she had worked. I told her that she was truly a member of the Dejon family, because they would never have a non-family member work so hard.

We both laughed and fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, Jen and I were awake, lay in each other's arms and quietly talking. We heard Mama knocking of the doors telling Marcel and Catherine to get up. She tapped on Jen's door and said, "Jen it's time to get up.

When she got to my door she pounded twice on the door and shouted, "HENRY, UP, NOW."

Jen broke out into laughter. Them Mama whispered, "That goes for you too, Jen...NOW."

The Christening was a wonderful event. Yvonne was perfect. She was awake during the whole ceremony, watching everything that went on. The only time she made a noise was when she whimpered when the priest touched the bitter herb to her tongue.

The party that followed the ceremony was great. Everything was prefect, the food, the wine, the company. Marcel's whole family was there. They fawned over Yvonne and they fawned over Jen and me. I knew them all, having attended weddings, christenings, and funerals for years.

I was family, and it was wonderful.

As the party wore on, as usual at such parties, Marcel and I wound up sitting next to each other toasting to the Legion, our fallen brothers, and all Legionnaires present, past and future. The more we toasted, the more mellow we got. Finally Cousin Renard, who served with the Legion during WWII came up and we sang.

We would stand at attention and sing the song of the Légion étrangère, Le Boudin (Blood Sausage). There would be total silence as we sang. After Le Boudin, Marcel and I would sing La Legion Marche the song of the 2e REP. When we finished, we toasted and drank.

Mama and Papa sent Jen and Catherine to us, as we had a tendancy to get very morose and would drink rather heavely. The girls prevented that and the rest of the party was a very happy event.

Near the ending of the party, Uncle Herve came up to Jen and I. I had introduced them earlier and we talked for a while. As he left he kissed both of Jens cheeks and mine. He whispered to me, "Yes, Henry, the dark blue."

We all slept late the next day...everyone but Yvonne...Hey, she was hungry.

Two days later we took the train to Paris.

The rest of the break was spent in Marcel and Catherine's house in Paris. Jen fell in love with the City of Lights, as I had so many years ago. We went to all of the sights and even visited my old professor, John Reynolds, the friend of Chancellor Brant.

While in Paris, Marcel and I talked about opening franchise stores in the U.S. We looked into exporting the wines and foods to the U.S. and what we would have to do with respect to getting things set up in the States.

Far too soon it was time for us to leave. There were many tears, some of them mine.

Back in Baltimore, we went back to our lives, Jen as Dr. North and me as Mr. Fitz.

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A Teachers Story Ch. 03



THE DANCE

In early May, Grant High School held what was considered the second biggest social event of the year, The School Dance. Only the Senior Prom was a bigger event.

All of the faculty would be in attendance. Spouses, significant others, girlfriends and boyfriends would be there. I went alone.

Jen sat at he VIP table. Peter Brant and his wife had come to the dance and were seated at Jen's table, as were Jen's secretary Marie and her husband Tony. . I was relegated to one of the lower teacher's tables; the ones who did not have spouses or dates.

My Water Rats had a table and were dressed to the nines. The four girls were in gowns of various tasteful colors and the guys were in tuxedos. Jamal and Tyler's tuxes were powder blue, Mitchell and Roberto's were red, Charles' was green and Maurice was in tails. They were a sight. They were MY Water Rats.

The evening was noisy. The music was loud and fast. The dancing was nothing I was interested in.

Some of the teachers were talking about Jen. One teacher, Morton Dilk, a Social Studies teacher was really ragging on Jen. He was arguing that Jen was a lesbian, because she never dates or never brings anyone to any event. In fact, she probably won't even dance with anyone tonight.

I pointed out that I didn't date anyone here, I never brought anyone to these things and I haven't danced...does that make me a lesbian? Everyone laughed. Needless to say Dilk was not happy with me.

Then Dilk played his trump card he told us that he had asked Dr. North out and she turned him down.

I responded, that only meant that Dr. North had good taste; again laughter. Then one of the young female teachers piped up, "Hey, Fitzy, why don't you ask North to dance, who could refuse you?"

Dilk picked up on that and really started to get on me. I tried to beg off saying I could never dance like those kids.

Dilk was going for the kill; he was going to make me pay, "I'll get them to play a waltz."

I laughed to myself, what did I have to loose?

I smiled at Dilk and said, "Let's see what I can do."

As I got up and walked toward the VIP table, the DJ announced at Mr. Dilk's request in honor of the principal, Dr. North, the next tune would be a waltz. All of the students moaned. Jen looked a bit confused.

I walked up to the table and asked Jen to dance. She laughed and said, "I don't see why not."

Peter Brant looked at me with a smile on his face and he shook his head. Marie gave me a withering look.

We walked to the dance floor and when we got there the DJ started the music. I took her hand in mine and place my other hand on her waist. Jen had her hand on my shoulder. We were a respectful distance apart.

We started to move with the music, in tune with the one, two, three of the waltz. At first we moved slowly and tentatively. Then as we once again became accustomed to the music and to each other we moved with more confidence. It only took a few moments before we were moving in unison, anticipating, knowing the others movements. Moving as one; completely coordinated, in sync with each other.

As we whirled around the dance floor, we no longer heard the music. We danced to the rhythm of our beating hearts: thump, thump, thump - the one, two, three of the waltz.

I no longer saw anything other than this beautiful woman in my arms. Her head was turned to the side and her eyes were closed. I pulled her slightly closer. I could feel her warmth, her excitement, all of the passion and love she had for me and me alone.

The music of our love played on and we danced. We danced the dance of our love, the dance of our devotion, the dance of our total commitment to each other. We danced on, stepping, turning, whirling, totally oblivious to anything outside this cocoon of love that we had created. I saw nothing, heard nothing, needed nothing other than this goddess in my arms.

On and on we went, as if dancing on clouds. Joined together, wrapped in the music of our love. We were moving in complete synchronization; the perfect union of music and movement that was choreographed by two people so completely in love that nothing else mattered.

We were no longer dancing but loving; holding on to each other never wanting to let go. Loving and dancing for eternity; forever embracing; melding our bodies and souls into a perfect union; becoming one, inseparable, silently making promises of eternity.

All too soon, the music ended and we stopped dancing and as we came out of our revere and realized that we were the only ones on the dance floor. It seemed that shortly after we started to dance, everyone else stepped to the side and allowed us to have the floor all to ourselves.

They all started to clap and cheer. Recovering quickly, I made a very extravagant bow and Jen curtsied. I made a show of holding her hand as I escorted her back to her table.

Getting back to her table she thanked me for a wonderful dance. I bowed and said, "The pleasure was all mine, Dr. North."

Peter Brant and his wife were laughing, she gave me a knowing smile and he winked. If looks could kill, Marie would have slain me on the spot.

I walked back to my table and upon arrival stated, "Well, I guess that Dr. North and I are no longer lesbians."

Dilk and the teacher, who had dared me to dance, were not happy. However, the rest of the teachers were ecstatic. Laughing and slapping me on the back. Everyone wanted to know where I learned to dance like that.

I told them that while I was working in France, my friend's family had adopted me and when Mama found that I couldn't dance took it upon herself to teach me. I learned the basics in their living room. At the first family event, Mama after dancing with Papa, pulled me up to the dance floor.

There I discovered that dancing the waltz on a dance floor, with all that room was so much easier. And not only did I like it but I became rather adept. By the end of the night I had probably danced with every one of Marcel's female relatives, and I had a great time.

So when Dilk said he would have a waltz played, what else could I do?

As I made my rounds of the tables, something all teachers were expected to do, I was greeted with laughter and cheers. Fitzy had danced with North.

Marissa didn't say anything when I got to the Water Rats table, but she was looking at me in a funny way. However, the rest of then didn't shut up, laughing at me and making fun.

The only drawback with the evening was that I couldn't get close to Jen again.

The dance ended about 10:30 pm. I drove alone to my apartment getting there at about 11:00 pm. Jen arrived shortly after.

When she came into my apartment, she ran to my arms and we kissed. She was laughing and hugging me saying that I was crazy to have danced with her like that. People were going to suspect and Peter was most certainly going to have to do something.   

I made some drinks and we sat and talked. We had been putting this discussion off for some time.

The import business was taking on a life of its own, taking up more and more of my time. We were now at the point where we would have to choose, either teaching or the import business. Knowing full well that Peter would be transferring me in September, we decided that I would resign from teaching and go into the wine and food business full time.

Even though Jen agreed that it was best, she seemed to be really unhappy. When we made love it was with a quiet desperation, like something was going to change and the change would be for the worse.

As I loved her, I could feel the sadness in her, like she was loosing me. There even seemed to be sadness in our pleasure.

In our minds, we knew that we would have to be apart during the day. I would be transferred or I would be leaving Grant, but in our hearts even that separation brought sorrow.

As we lay on the bed next to each other, holding hands, Jen asked, "So, when can I expect to get your resignation letter?"

"When do you want it?"

"Never, but I guess the sooner the better; I will have to put in for a replacement." She answered.

I leaned over and took something off of the night table and said to her, "Well, now I won't be sleeping with my boss any more, will I?"

Jen turned her face to the wall and softly and slowly asked, "Who will you be sleeping with, Ron?"

I rolled onto my side facing her, reached over and took her chin in my hand. I turned her face toward me and looking into her eyes said, "My wife?"

Jen looked confused, she said, "Wife? Wi..."

"Jen...Marry me...be my wife. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, being with you, loving you, marry me?" I said as I slipped the diamond ring onto the forth finger of her left hand.

She looked at her hand, at the ring on her finger. "Marry you...be your wife...OH GOD, RON...Yes, I will marry you...YES...YESYESYESYES!" she screamed.

She grabbed me and crushed her lips into mine; she pushed me onto my back. Straddled my hips and aligning my newly erect dick, she plunged down, impaling herself on me.

She began to ride me hard, forcing herself down taking as much of my dick into her as possible. Then rising up until only the head was still in her; then once again plunging down.

I began to push up into her as she dropped. We loved, pushing and withdrawing, rising and dropping, over and over, forever and ever; loving with all of the desire, passion and lust that we had in us.

Finally, exploding into a wondrous, fantastic orgasm; I stiffened and forced my dick up into her body and began to erupt into her vagina, sending my semen deep into her womb.

Jen threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm took control of her entire being.

The rush of pleasure was unbelievable. Nothing on earth could compare.

Years...hours...moments later, Jen collapsed on top of me. We were both totally spent.

We fell asleep still joined.

I awoke just as the sun was coming up. I lay on my side for a while watching Jen sleep. God, she is beautiful, I thought.

I slowly and quietly got out of bed, not waking her. I washed up and went into the kitchen and made coffee.

A short time later I heard Jen go into the bathroom. I was sitting at the table when she walked up behind me and put her arms around me, nestling my head between her breasts.

She slowly let me go and sat in the chair next to me. I took her hands in mine and lightly kissed her.

She had tears in her eyes. In a soft voice she said, "I would have been in sooner but I was in bed looking at my beautiful ring...my beautiful engagement ring."

I smiled, "Yes, Uncle Herve does wonderful work, doesn't he?"

"Uncle Herve...but when..."

"That first full day in Amsterdam; when you went shopping with Mama and Catherine."

"Mama and Catherine knew?" she asked.

"Mama knew, but Catherine probably didn't know until Marcel told her that afternoon. Since they know how to keep a secret, I don't think anyone else knew...except Papa, of course."

I went on, "I picked up the package from Fed Ex on Thursday night. I was going nuts all day yesterday and last night. I just wanted to drop to my knees and ask you to marry me in front of the whole school"

Jen smiled and said, "Well, on Monday morning they will all know...Oh, God...can you imagine what it's going to be like when the word gets out."

"It should prove to be an interesting day," I muttered, thinking of the uproar that this would cause.

We went into the living room and sat on the couch, sipping our coffee in silence. Cuddled together, basking in the warmth of our love. We then started with the phone calls, first to my sister June and her husband Brian, Marcel and Catherine, Mama and Papa, and Lily and Clive.

Everyone laughed and teased, saying that it was about time. Even June commented that it was good that her brother finally came to his senses, before Jen found someone better. Every one was so excited for us.

Then we made a visit to Jen's brother, Ben, and his wife, Nelly; where we were congratulated and teased. Jens nephew and niece wanted to know if they had to wait until the wedding to call me Uncle Ron.

We left Ben and Nelly's in the evening and decided to have dinner at Gitano's. Gitano and Rosa were overjoyed about the engagement. Treating us like royalty, insisting that we have the reception at the restaurant. I couldn't argue with that.

We got to Jens apartment late that night...or rather early the next morning and went straight to bed.

As it was Sunday morning, we were off to Church. Lily and Clive met us and there were hugs and kisses all around. Clive wanted to set the date for the wedding right away. Of course, we would be married at his church. It seemed that he was more excited that we were, not really but he is very excitable and hyper.

Peter Brant and his wife were at the service. They came over and congratulated us. Peter laughed and said we were creating paper work for him. I would have to be transferred.

I said, "You won't have to do that, I am going to resign."

He gave a small smile, "I had a feeling that was going to happen. It's the business with Marcel, right? John said that you had discussed the business when you were in Paris last month and he felt that you wouldn't be with us too much longer. And we will have to find someone to take over your little group."

"Yea, I wanted to talk to you about that," I said. "I was wondering if it would be possible for me to continue to hold the tutoring classes in Grant, even if I'm not on the payroll?"

Peter looked at me and laughed, "They really got to you, didn't they?"

"Yea, they sure have," I said, "They are a tough group, but they are good kids. They have it hard and they have had so many people make promises to them and then break them, the kids don't trust anyone. I don't want to be one of those people."

"Well," Peter laughed, "I don't think that this will be a problem. Where else can I get a certified teacher who will take a bunch like the Water Rats and teach them for nothing?"

He turned to Jen and said, "Jen, just submit one of the miscellaneous action requests. Fax it to me and I will sign it and fax it right back to you."

I said, "Thanks, this really means a lot to me."

"I know it does and that's why I hate to lose you. But, I'm not losing you completely and who knows I may get more out of you, in time," Peter answered.

As he and his wife walked away, he turned and said, "Once again, Congratulations. And Jen, let me know how tomorrow goes...it should be interesting."

Jen smiled and said, "Will do."

We had lunch with Lily and Clive, setting a wedding date for mid August. We could have a couple of weeks for a honeymoon and get back in time for Jen to get ready for the school year.

We got back to my apartment around 2:30 pm. I didn't have anything to do as I had prepared my lessons during the week. Jen sat on the couch reading reports. I lay down on the couch and rested my head on her lap. It was so relaxing, just laying there feeling Jen's legs under my head, her stomach along side my face. I rubbed my cheek against her stomach.

I said, "Do you know what we did today, Jen? We set a date for our wedding. We are going to be husband and wife on August 11th."

"Husband and wife; Ron, I don't believe that this is happening. I had given up dreaming of a wedding day, years ago. Now in about three months I will be married, to the most wonderful man in the world."

"And I will be married to the most wonderful, beautiful woman in the world," I said as I lifted off of her lap and kissed her.

It started as a soft, tender kiss, but I was seized by a deep, irresistible desire for this woman in my arms. I wanted her. I wanted her, now. I had to have her, now.

I grabbed her and crushed my lips against hers. I held her with all of my might, pulling her body to mine. I forced my tongue into her mouth, with a violence I didn't understand.

At first, Jen was taken by surprise. But, it seemed that she was infected by my desire. She wrapped her arms around me and ground her lips into mine. She literally ripped my clothes off of me, as I tore hers off of her.

Shirt, blouse, skirt, pants, bra and panties, briefs and tee shirt flew across the living room.

We crushed our naked bodies together. She pulled me down on top of her, spreading her legs as wide as she could.

I rose up and moved between her legs and slammed my dick into her. No foreplay, no warning. She wrapped her legs around me with a violence that was crushing. I began to hammer my dick into her vagina as she slammed her hips up meeting my thrusts with an equal force.

This was fucking at its most basic, rutting like animals, fighting our way to that peak of sexual pleasure. For only that pleasure would satisfy, sate this overpowering desire.

This was not a quiet coupling. We groaned and grunted as we fucked, getting louder and louder as our passion built.

We knew only our desire, passion and lust. The pleasure was unbelievable. As we kept rutting, the pleasure built. More and more, higher and higher, it was as we were chasing an unobtainable goal. Running faster and faster, fucking with more and more fury, until we finally reached the pinnacle, the acme, the height of our fulfillment.

It was if our orgasms were detonated by an atomic bomb. We screamed out, the raucous sounds of our voices resonated through out the apartment.

Jen started to shake and tremble as she held me in the vise like grip of her legs. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back in ecstasy, as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body.

I was unable to do anything but be carried away by the unstoppable torrent of my pleasure. My dick jerked and spewed its potent fluids into her vagina. I came with a force that I never achieved before.

My semen seemed to fire from my dick and splash against the walls of her vagina into her womb. It felt like I was empting my soul, my existence into my beloved Jen. I filled her to overflowing and still I came. The dam had burst and the flood was unstoppable.

After what seemed like hours, my dick ceased firing. I stayed in her. I never wanted to part. But finally, I rolled off of her and lay next to her.

"Oh my god, Ron...oh my god," she panted.

We just lay there in each other's arms. Not saying anything more.

Eventually, we got up and I made a light dinner. We shared a bottle of wine and went to bed around 10:00 pm. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

GRANT HIGH, MONDAY MORNING

We were up early, before the sun. We had a nice leisurely shower, this time making love slowly and gently.

I made breakfast and we left for the school in separate cars.

When I arrived at Grant, I immediately went to the cafeteria. I knew that my Water Rats would be there. As I approached, I spotted Marisa and I called to her.

I told her that I wanted all of the Water Rats in the classroom right away, because I had to discuss something with them. She started to complain and I said, "NOW, Marisa." She went to get the rest of them.

About ten minutes later all ten were in the classroom. They were grumbling that wasn't it enough that you harassed us in the afternoon, why do we have to put up with this in the morning?

I said, "Listen, I have a couple of things to tell you. It will be all over the school soon, but I wanted you to hear it from me. So if you have anything to say, you can say it to my face."

"This morning, I am handing my resignation to Dr. North. I will be here until June, but I will not be giving formal classes in September. I..."

Jamal screamed out, "MOTHERFUCKER, MOTHERFUCK YOU FITZY, fuck you, fuck you, you bastard. You're just like all the rest...you make all sorts of promises and then you fuck us. You ain't no different..."

Marisa, in a very calm voice said, "Be quiet, Jamal."

"FUCK YOU MARISA, I ain't gonna be quiet..."




A Teachers Story Ch. 03



"Jamal, SHUT UP," she said

Jamal went silent and Marisa stood up and looking like she wanted to kill me said, "You said you ain't givin FORMAL classes...are you gonna give INFORMAL classes?"

"In September, I will be here on Tuesdays and Thursdays, from 3:30 pm until 4:30 pm or there abouts and I'll be here on Saturday mornings from 8:00 to 9:00 am."

"You're gonna come here to keep doin this tutoring stuff with us?" Mitchell asked.

"You got that right, if you guys think that you're going to get rid of me, you got another thing coming. In just two short years, we are going to have to start looking at colleges and applying for scholarships. There is no way I am going to miss out on all that fun." I told them.

Kisha spoke up, "Yea, like their gonna let somebody who ain't a teacher come in here and tutor us, I don't believe it."

"Believe it," I said, "Dr. North has approved it and it has also been approved by Mr. Peter Brant, you know, the School's Chancellor. So it's a done deal."

"Why you doin this?" Jamal asked.

"WHY? Because I couldn't find a sweeter, nicer group of children to work with," I said in my most sarcastic voice.

Jamal started, "Fitzy, you're full o..." 

"That's MISTER FITZ, Jamal, and don't you forget it."

Marisa spoke up, "Okay, MISTER FITZ, you said you had a couple things to tell us. That was one, what's the other?"

I stood there smiling and laughing to myself. Then I said very slowly, "I am going to get married."

Silence, then all hell broke loose, absolute pandemonium. The kids were laughing, yelling and shouting out their disbelief.

Fitzy's getting married? Who would marry you? She must be blind. Not only blind, she gotta be brain-dead.

Jamal got up and shouted, "I can see it now; the bride walking down the aisle in her gown and her seeing-eye-dog in a tuxedo."

I laughed and then quieted them down.

Marisa asked, "So who you marryin, Mr. Fitz? Do we know her?"

"Yea, I think that you might have heard her name."

Come on Mr. Fitz, who is she?" they shouted.

"Dr. North." I answered.

Again total silence for about five seconds, then Marisa jumped up throwing her fist into the air and yelled, "YES; I told ya, see I told yas all. I told ya that they were gettin it on. And you didn't believe me. So, now ya gotta pay up, Suckas."

"What are you talking about, Marisa?" I asked.

She was still bopping around and she said, "After that dance with you and North, I told these suckas that you and North were getting it on. They didn't believe it. They all bet me five bucks that there was nothing there. I took the bet. Now ya gotta pay, suckas."

I said, "Wait, wait, wait, Marisa, you know that there is no gambling in School."

Marisa looked crestfallen and the others were agreeing, no gambling in school.

I went on, "So Marisa, make sure that you are off school grounds when you get paid...cause I know that these guys are not going to welch on a bet, Right?"

A voice came over the loud speaker, "Mr. Ronald Fitzgibbons, to the principal's office, STAT."

"The Gestapo wants you Mr. Fitz, ya better get moving." Charles said.

"Marie, just found out about me and Dr. North." I laughed as I walked to the door, "Now get to your classes, NOW."

They ran out of the classroom to their homeroom class. As he passed me, Jamal stopped, smiled and softly punched me on the arm, "You alright, MISTER Fitz." And he ran off.

Not having a homeroom on Mondays, I slowly walked up to the Principal's Office. I opened the door and walked in, Marie was standing by the inner door talking to Jen. I closed the door and Marie turned and ran over to me throwing her arms around me.

"You son of a...all that time. I should have realized after that dance...Tony told me that something was going on ...I didn't believe him. She is so happy and I am so happy," Then she pushed me away, "But if you think that you're going to get special treatment, you got another thing coming."

"I wouldn't think it," I laughed.

Jen came out of her office wrapping her arm around me and the three of us talked.

I told them what happened with the Water Rats and how they took the news. They laughed about Jamal's comment about the seeing-eye dog.

"Well, now that they know, the whole school will know. This place will be jammed in a few moments," Marie said trying to look forlorn.

I doubt that I got anything done that morning. My classes were wild with the shouting and laughing and teasing. By the afternoon things did quiet down and the school regained some semblance of order.

Dilk was a little upset, but he got over it when I assured him that nothing would be said about the lesbian comments. I didn't have to tell Jen, she had heard about his remarks from others. It seems that he had been making those comments for a while.

That evening Jen and I went to her apartment and I cooked dinner. We went to bed early and made sweet love.

The days flew by it was like a dream, trying to finish all of the work for the semester, preparing for finals and being with Jen. We did not sleep alone since the night we became engaged.

A CHANGE OF PLANS

One Saturday morning in early June, I awoke; Jen was not in bed with me. I figured that she got up and went into the kitchen, to make some coffee so I was just lying there. Then, I heard a sob come from the bathroom.

I jumped out of bed and hurried over to the bathroom and threw open the door. Jen was kneeling on the floor in front of the commode. She was retching and crying.

I ran to her and took her in my arms. "Jen, are you all right?"

"Oh Ron, I feel so nauseous, I don't know why."

I held her tight. "I don't understand, I ate what you ate last night, how come you are sick and I'm not?"

"I don't think that I'm sick," she said

I looked at her and held her tighter into me. "Oh, Jen, oh my love, my Jen."

She started to weep. "I'm so sorry, oh Ron."

"Sorry? Sorry my love? There is nothing to be sorry about. If what we suspect is true, then I will be the happiest man in the world."

She looked at me and smiled, "Really? Do you mean that, Ron?"

I started to laugh, "Jen, if it turns out that you are not pregnant, I think I will now be terribly disappointed."

"Oh Ron, I love you so much," she said as she kissed me.

"Now, we are going to get you something to eat, to get rid of the nausea, then off to see Dr. Ross and see what she says. Then, of course depending on what Dr. Ross tells us, we go and talk to Lily and Clive." I said as I picked her up off of the floor and took her into the Kitchen.

About forty-five minutes later we were sitting in Dr. Ross' office. After a quick examination and some tests, we were informed that we were, in fact, going to be parents. Jen was about six weeks pregnant.

I grabbed Jen and spun her around and then kissed her hard. I was so happy. I hadn't thought about a family...well maybe I did. Especially, after I saw Marcel and Catherine with Yvonne. But, me being a father; I just didn't think. Now it was a done deal. Jen and I were having a baby.

I was laughing and so was Jen.

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Oh Ron, oh DADDY, I love you."

I held her and said, "Oh MOMMY, I love you."

Dr. Ross laughed, "When you two are finished telling each other that you are in love...make an appointment for Jen, in one month. We have to get on a schedule."

"Ooh yea," I said, "We better get over to Lily and Clive's place. We have to move the date up."

Jen looked a little worried and said, "Do you think they will be upset?"

"They will be happy for us and there will be no problem changing the date."

My prediction proved right, both of them were happy. Clive did comment about putting the cart before the horse, but Lily interrupted him saying, "Jen is just going to have a premature child... just like our first, Clive."

Clive laughed and tried not to look embarrassed.

We decided on July 3rd as the new date for our wedding. It was only a month or so earlier. We didn't stay long at Lily and Clive's; we had phone calls and plans to make.

Surprisingly, no one questioned why we were moving the date of the wedding up. But, Mama did comment that it was good, as we would now have a honeymoon baby. My sister June was thrilled she was finally going to be an aunt; Auntie June. Everyone was able to figure out why.

Things finally quieted down around 6:00 pm. After a light dinner we got into our robes and sat on the couch and cuddled. Jen was talking about her sister Nelly's pregnancy and how Ben danced around her and wouldn't let her do anything.

"Is this your way of telling me what you expect?" I asked.

"Are you nuts? He drove Nelly crazy. She was constantly telling him to 'Let ME do that, I'm not broken you know'. If you try to do that to me I'll brain you." She laughed.

I pulled her to me and kissed her lips, softly, lovingly. She came into my arms, moving to sit on my lap. We just sat and kissed and we whispered sweet nothings to each other.

I reached over and untied the belt to her robe, opened up the robe and ran my hand over her soft belly.

Jen smiled as she untied my belt and opened my robe. She reached in and took my dick in her hand and began to stroke it. I was fully erect in three strokes. She rose up straddled my legs and slowly lowered onto my steel rod. When she was completely impaled she just held still, smiling at me.

She leaned forward and kissed me; quick, soft kisses.

I held her close. I could feel the beating of her heart, as I knew that she could feel the beating of mine, for my heart beat for her and only her. She was my love, my reason for living. I loved her with all of my existence.

All the while, I was in my Jen. Every once in a while she would flex the muscles of her vagina, squeezing my dick.

After sitting like this for a while, I began to push up into her. She began to undulate on my dick. Pumping up and down, taking it into her and rising above until only the tip of my dick was in her.

Nothing was rushed, nothing was quick. We loved slowly and easily. She rose and dropped ever so slowly. It was so loving and wonderful. We looked into each other's eyes as our bodies moved.

Eventually, Jen's movements began to speed up. Not going too fast, just a gradual quickening. I knew that her orgasm was building by the look on her face. But, still we kept our movements slow and deliberate.

Jen wrapped her legs around me, pushing them between me and the couch; pulling me deeper into her, squeezing me tighter and tighter as her orgasm built.

Then Jen threw her head back and let out a long high-pitched whine. Her legs locked into a crushing embrace as the passion and pleasure took control of her body.

This was what sent me over the edge. I pushed into her, lifting my hips off of the couch. I was trying to force my whole body, my whole being into my beloved Jen.

Again and again my dick spewed its white, hot fluid onto my Jen's body, filling her to overflowing, as she writhed on my lap taking everything I had to give and demanding more and more.

I kept giving her all I had, until I was completely drained, both physically and emotionally.

Jen fell against me breathing deeply. We held onto each other for the longest time, until our breath was slow and easy and our hearts were once again normal.

Jen got up and tied up her robe as I did mine. She sat down on the couch and we cuddled as we watched the news on TV. We went to bed around 11:00 pm.



A Teachers Story Ch. 04



Sorry that this took so long. Things came up that were out on my control. Will try to get the final chapter out soon. Hope that you like this chapter. Let me know what you think. Thanks 

Baron

It's like deja-vu, all over again. Yogi Berra

THE WEDDING

We sent out invitations, but not really that many, as we wanted to keep it small and Gitano's was not that big.

I did, however, send invitations to all of Mama and Papa's family. Knowing full well that the only ones who would make the trip were my best man Marcel, Catherine, Yvonne, Mama and Papa. All the others would be happy getting an invitation, in fact they would probably be insulted if they did not get one.

The time flew by. Review for the Final Exams, preparing the exams, proctoring, marking and getting the marks in on time. As well as arranging for the wedding, getting the tuxes for Jen's brother and arranging for Jen's gown. Jen was going to wear her mother's gown, I was told, a rather simple white lace dress. Marcel and I had our own tuxes. He had insisted on buying them for his wedding, and "You never know, we may be going to a lot of formal balls." Right!

Finally, the last day of classes arrived. Nothing went on that day except a lot of hollering, fooling around and saying good-bye for the summer.

I had the Water Rats in our after school classroom. I gave them a pizza party, eight pizzas and gallons of soda. I also got a hold of their report cards. Officially they were sent home to the parents by mail. But, I had friends in high places.

It was a real celebration. The marks were good all around and in a few cases, great. There was a lot of laughing and backslapping as we said good-bye and all of them privately asked me if I was really coming back in September. I assured them that I would be here to harass and annoy.

That afternoon, Jen and I went to the airport to get Marcel and family. Jen had borrowed her brothers van and we filled it with people and bags. 

Marcel and company stayed at my apartment, I had two bedrooms. Jen was staying with her brother Ben. My sister June and family were staying at Jens apartment. I was forbidden to go near Ben's house.

"You must stay away from the bride, now I don't want to hear any arguments, you are going to have the rest of your lives together, so you can stay apart for another day or so."

It doesn't matter who said it this time; Mama, June, Catherine or Ben's wife Nelly, they all said it at one time or another.

Marcel was enjoying this far too much. He would just smile and shrug his shoulders. "Don't look to me for pity, mon frere, we all have to go through it."

Papa just laughed, "Welcome to married life." 

So for the next three days, I was CELEBATE.

It's amazing, there were times in the past when I would go months without seeing a woman and no problems. Just a few nocturnal ejaculations or a quick jerk off, but no real suffering.

But, now just a few days without Jens touch and I was a basket case.

Finally, about one hundred and fifty years later, actually, three days, seven hours and 27 minutes, I was standing by the altar of the Trinity Church, with Marcel next to me.

The church was packed. Not just standing room only, but there was a crowd outside the church. It seemed that everyone Jen had ever taught in all of her years as a teacher and now as a principal was there. It was quite obvious that I was not the only one at the church who loved Jen. 

All of a sudden the crowd outside got very noisy. A few moments later they went silent. I was going crazy with anticipation. The organist started to play. I was straining to look down the main aisle. Trying to get a glimpse of Jen. 

As I looked back I saw my sister June, she was leaning on Brian. He had his arm around her. She was crying, but when she saw me looking, she smiled.

Marcel pulled me back to the side and laughingly whispered, "Relax, Henry, she will be here soon. You will have the rest of your life with her, so you can wait another minute or two"

All of a sudden all of the rustling in the church stopped. Only the muted music from the organ could be heard. I knew that Jen had entered the church. I wanted to lean over to catch a glimpse of Jen, but I refrained. 

The organ swelled aa Mendelssohn's Wedding March blared out. My heart was trying to beat out of my chest. I was breathing fast and shallow. Marcel put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Deep breaths, slow deep breaths, Henry."

I took his advice and it helped, a bit. I stood there looking up at the altar. I could hear the click of her high heels on the stone floor and the swish of her dress.

I just stood there in a trance like state until Marcel said, "Now you can look."

I turned and looked. Jen was about four or five steps away, walking slowly, holding her brother's arm. She was looking at me and smiling.

I always thought that Jen was beautiful and I know that they say that all brides are beautiful, but when I saw my Jen coming toward me, I was astounded. She was a vision of loveliness, beauty personified, more beautiful than ever.  And she was walking toward me. She was going to marry me. In just a few moments we would be man and wife.

She was wearing her Mother's wedding dress. It was two layers, the inner was like rayon that draped over her showing off her shapely body, but wasn't exactly form fitting and it was cut rather low. That was covered by lace that went from her neck to around mid-calf. She had a short veil that flowed down from a flowered crown.

They stopped about a foot away from me. Ben kissed his sister's cheek and gave me her hand; there were tears in his eyes.

Lily, who had been standing across the aisle from me moved in and stood next to Jen. Then Lily, Marcel, Jen and I walked to the altar and stopped just in front of where Clive was standing. 

Clive raised both hands and the music stopped. There was silence in the church. In a deep sonorous voice Clive began, "We are gathered here today, to join this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony..."

It's amazing the things that went through my mind as Clive went through the ceremony. God, I have known this woman for less than a year and now I'm pledging that I will be with her for the rest of my life.

I glanced over at Jen, just as she glanced at me, we smiled. I thought, what is she thinking about? Is she getting cold feet? Does she really want to go through this? 

Well she has to marry me; she would never let me live with the stigma of being an unwed father. I almost laughed out at the silliness of that. 

We were still holding hands and I gave her hand a slight squeeze and she immediately squeezed mine.

I looked up at Clive. He was looking down at me and I heard, "...until death do you part?"

Without any hesitation I said, "I do."

I really have to start to pay attention to this ceremony and I heard Jen say, "I do."

Somewhere along the line we exchanged rings. Repeating after Clive the things he told us to repeat. 

It was like I was watching the whole ceremony from somewhere else. Like I was drifting in and out of my body. Being there when I needed to do something or say something. But, the rest of the time not really there.

Clive held his arms up and in his most senatorial voice filled with authority and piety said, "By the power invested in me by our Good Lord and the State of Maryland, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife."

Then he smiled and said in Clive's voice, "You may now kiss the bride."

Jen and I turned toward each other. She lifted her veil and for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgibbons kissed. It was a passionate kiss, but not all that long, as the place went wild with cheering and clapping.

We walked up the aisle to the front of the church and set up a receiving live. It took over two hours for everyone to go through. We must have has ten thousand pictures taken of us, the wedding party and us with various people.

Finally, the last group came up to give us their congratulations and best wishes; they were my Water Rats. Saving the best for last.

I was flabbergasted, the guys were dressed in very conservative suits, white shirts and ties. The girls were all in lovely dresses. I couldn't believe my eyes, they looked great.

They made fun of us, asking where Jen's Seeing Eye dog was. We had to take pictures, individually and as a group.

Finally Maurice, Lily, Jen and I got in the limo to go to Gitano's, but only after being pelted with tons of rice, birdseed and bubbles. 

Jen looked at me and said, "Ah, Ron, you know that we had an extra table at Gitano's, so I sort of asked the Water Rats if they wanted to come to Gitano's."

I smiled at her and said, "I know..."

"You do, how?

"They told me when I went back into the church and asked them to come."

We both laughed and then we kissed.

Marcel looked at us and asked, "Are you two sure about this. If they are as tough as you say you could have a problem."

Lily agreed. But, then she added, "They were good at the ceremony and they are dressed for the occasion."

I just looked at them and said, "I'm not worried."

Gitano's was closed today. They would open up for business in the evening, "If we are through partying...and if not then we won't open."

When we were all seated, Marcel gave a wonderful toast. Telling about all of the time he and his brother have been to together, how we got in and out of trouble, how we saved each other's lives and how the Danjou family took me in and have made me a son and brother. All about the family and now Jen was part of that family and how we deserve all the happiness in the world.

When he was done everyone clapped and toasted us.

Then as we started to return to talking among ourselves, we heard a loud "Ahem, excuse me."

Jamal was standing with a glass of soda in his hand, looking a bit nervous.

When he had everyone's attention he started to speak. "Now, I know that it really ain't my place to say anything here, but we all talked it over and they sort of made me the spokesman here."

"You may be wondering why we are here...well so are we...but we are. I want to tell you about these two people here, Mr. and Mrs. Fitz. We are all Sophomores at Grant High, Dr. North's... uh, Mrs. Fitz's, you know, her School. 

"We don't know how all of us got into Grant, probably Dr. North pulled the short straw. The first week, she spoke to the ten of us and told us that we were going to learn and that we would succeed. She told us that we were gonna be tutored, that two afternoons a week we had to be there and a teacher was gonna teach us. We all laughed and Marissa said, "Bring them on," and Charles added, "We'll chew em up and spit em out."

"What Dr. North didn't tell us, was that she had a secret weapon. Two days later we met that secret weapon. Mr. Fitz walked into the classroom with that pretty smile of his. I got up and said, "I ain't stayin." Mr. Fitz said, "I'm afraid you are."

"Well, I sorta challenged him and I never saw anyone move so fast. He sorta neutralized my challenge. And then he quietly and calmly explained the rules of his class, using me for emphasis."

"After that, we were all there when we were supposed to be. He even had swim classes on Saturday mornings. That's how we got the name Water Rats."

"Well, after one year, we are all doin a lot better. As you all know Mr. Fitz ain't gonna be a teacher any more, that he is goin into that business that he and Mr. Maurice have. Well, what you probably don't know is that Mr. and Mrs. Fitz have arranged it so that he is still gonna teach us on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons and on Saturday mornings."

"In our lives a lotta people have made a lotta promises to us and Mr. and Mrs. Fitz are the only ones who kept all of them. They are good people."

They all now stood up and raised their glasses and Jamal said, "I would like you all to join us in toasting the two most wonderful people in the world, may they have all the health, happiness and joy possible."

Everyone in the restaurant stood and started to clap. I had my arm around Jen and we both had tears in our eyes. I was so proud of them, MY...OUR Water Rats.

The food was served and as usual it was absolutely wonderful. Jen and I went over to the kid's table and heaped praise on then and thanked them. They teased us and wouldn't stop thanking us for having them here.

The party ended around eight thirty. Marcel and Catherine drove us to my apartment and we changed. No, nothing happened, not with Marcel and Catherine, Mama and Papa, June and Brian and Ben and Nelly there with us. Well nothing much.

We said our goodbyes and left them there to continue partying. Jen and I caught a cab to the Sheraton, where we would spend our wedding night.

We arrived at the hotel, went to our rooms and washed up and got ready for bed. Jen was wearing a see through short negligee. We turned down the bed and laid on the king sized bed. I lay next to her holding her hand and we talked about the wedding and the day.

I was telling her about how I felt about Jamal and party. When I turned to kiss her, her eyes were closed and she was breathing slowly and evenly, fast asleep. I smiled down at her, pulled the covers over us, put my arm around her and went to sleep.

I awoke and it was still dark, it was only 4:05 am. I gently got out of bed and washed up. I didn't see a reason to wake Jen, as our flight to Madrid wasn't until 5:30 pm. We would arrive in Madrid at 7:10 am.

The first week of our honeymoon would be in Santa María del Arroyo, a small village about eighty or so miles North West of Madrid. Jen's grandmother lived there. She had been born there and left when she married Jen's grandfather. After he died, she returned to Santa María del Arroyo. Jen hadn't seen her in years.

Our second week would be spent in Santa Angela, Italy. Jen said that there was no way that we were going to Europe again and not spend time in Santa Angela. She wanted to see all of the places that she heard about and she wanted to meet Pasquale and Mina. We would finally go back to Paris and spend some time with Marcel and Catherine and Yvonne.

I sat in the room with the light off, looking out of the picture window. Watching the City of Baltimore sleep.

A short time later a pair of hands ran over my shoulders and down my chest. I reached behind me and grabbed Jen and brought her around and sat her on my lap. She was smiling and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

"Good morning, Mister Fitzgibbons," she said.

I gave her a quick kiss and answered, "Good morning, Misses Fitzgibbons."

"Mrs. Fitzgibbons, Mrs. Fitzgibbons, Ron I'm Mrs. Fitzgibbons. Me, Genevieve North is Mrs. Ronald Fitzgibbons. Ron, I'm married," she gushed.

"Oh Jen, that's wonderful, but tell me who's the lucky man?" I laughed.

"You are, you silly man."

We kissed, long and hard.

When the kiss ended Jen said in a low wavering voice, "I sorta missed our Wedding Night. I was just so tired and couldn't keep my eyes open. Ron, can you forgive me?"

I laughed and said, "Well you are sleeping for two, you know. And anyway, it's still our wedding night. See, the sun hasn't come up yet." I pulled her to me and once again kissed her.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid her on the bed and untied the belt of her robe and spread the robe wide. 

Once again I gazed on her naked body. She is gorgeous, beautiful. Every time that I look at her naked body I am amazed just how wonderful she looks. I swear I will never get tired of looking at her. I laid next to her and put my arms around her and pulled her close.

I nuzzled my face into her hair, enjoying the feel and smell of her reddish tresses. I kissed her cheek and jaw. Moving down to her neck, kissing and sucking my way lower and lower. Slowly moving to her wonderful breasts. Drinking in and savoring the aroma and taste of her body.

As I kissed my way up the mound of her breast Jen moaned and pulled me into her. I took the breast into my mouth and sucked. Playing my tongue over her erect nipple. 

Jen reached and caressed my head in her hands as she whispered, "Soon you will have to share that with someone else."

"I will be happy to share this with our child, knowing that I will have the rest of your body to myself." 

"You will always have my body, forever and ever."

At that moment I wanted to take her. Just mount her and fuck her with abandon. In a whisper filled with lust and passion, I said, "I want you, Jen. I need you so badly, I want you." As I moved up to kiss her lips.

Jen smiled, "Take me, I'm yours...oh god, Ron I need you. I need you and want you in me, now, Ron, now."

She spread her legs and I moved between them. I took my erection in my hand and guided it between the lips of her labia. I thrust forward pushing my dick completely into her vagina. She was so wet that I slipped into her with ease.

Jen gasped as I rammed into her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and crushed me into her pulling me as deep into her as possible.

She was holding me so tightly that is was an effort to withdraw my dick and then plunge it back into her. But, after a moment or so we began to get into a rhythm. The rhythm of love, of sexual desire, of mutual pleasure. 

I was slamming my dick into Jen. I wanted to have her, to make her mine totally, to become part of her and have her part of me. To become eternally joined, one with the other. For the first time I was loving her as her husband, her life mate, the yin to her yang. We were one in harmony with the universe. This was the ultimate goal of our loving.

Jen spread her legs wide and pushed her hips up as I pounded into her. She lifted her hips and thighs off of the bed and screamed as an orgasm started to manifest. Her arms hugged me to her. She searched for my mouth with hers and finding it passionately kissed me. Her tongue shot into my mouth and I sucked it as her vagina sucked on my dick.

Her screams were muffled by my mouth. Her body shook and spasmed as I continued to piston my dick in and out of her vagina. Again and again Jen shook and twitched as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body.

I began to feel the start of my own orgasm and redoubled my efforts. Then I was overwhelmed as the approaching climax sent me into that place of passion, pleasure and love where everyone hopes to attain and once attaining it, desires to remain forever.

Jen and I, wife and husband, lovers, soon to be parents reveled in our all too short stay in that paradise, but we were thankful to have been able to taste it again, hoping that we have a quick return.

Finally spent, we lay next to each other and slowly our hearts and breath returned to normal. We held each other close and I pulled the sheet over us. We lay there and watched the sun come up. 

As the new day dawned, I realized that a new life was dawning for us. A new life as Mr. and Mrs., as husband and wife.

After cuddling for a while, we got up and showered; had room service bring breakfast and spent the rest of the morning and well into the afternoon making sweet and wild love. 

We left for the airport at about 3:00 pm. Our plane actually left on time. We were both able to sleep on the flight and we landed in Madrid at 8:00 am, about fifty minutes late. 

We got our rental car with only a little hassle and started our journey to Santa María del Arroyo. We took our time, taking the longer more scenic route, driving through the Spanish countryside. We stopped to take pictures and had a late lunch in Avila, a city on the way, about 130 km from Madrid and about 25 km from Santa María del Arroyo.

We arrived at Jen's Grandmother's home around 4:00 pm. Grandma (Abuela) Maria lived with her widowed twin sister Aunt (Tia) Nadavia. There were hugs and kisses and after some talk about the family we spent the rest of the evening meeting and talking to all of Jen's relatives, Great-Aunts and Great Uncles, cousins and a myriad of other relatives and friends. It was a joyous event, with a lot of eating, drinking and laughing.




A Teachers Story Ch. 04



ANOTHER WEDDING?

At around 9:30 pm things quieted down and Abuela Maria and Tia Nadavia made some tea and we sat and talked. Abuela Maria wanted to know how far along Jen was into her pregnancy. There were no questions, just a statement of fact. We told them and the two women just smiled and shook their heads. 

Abuela Maria laughed and said, "Well, I will be a Great Grandmother again. That is good, very good."

What she asked next took us by surprise. "Tell me Genevieve, were you married in your Father's church?"

Jen's father was British and a member of the Church of England. Jen's mother went to his church and Abuela Maria had accepted it. "At least you are going to church."

Jen answered, "Yes, were married in Trinity Church. You remember my friend Lily? Well, she married an Anglican minister and he married us."

"That is what I thought. You realize that, in the eyes of The Church, you are not married. But that is no problem. I have arranged with Padre Diego to have him marry you in The True Church on Wednesday," Abuela Maria said laughing.

Then Tia Nadavia said, "Why don't we show them to their rooms."

"Rooms?" I asked.

"Of course, rooms. We couldn't allow you to sleep in the same room, since you are not really married, yet," Tia Nadavia said in a serious voice..

Jen and I looked at each other in surprise, as we went up stairs to our ROOMS.

Tia Nadavia pointed to a door and said, "Ronald that is your room and that Genevieve is your room," Pointing to the next door.

I went into the room and found a large bed, a dresser and a closet. Near the back of the room was a door that led to Jen's room.

Abuela Maria laughed, "We must keep up appearances, but we are not unreasonable...and you are sort of married."

Tia Nadavia and Jen came through the door and Tia Nadavia was laughing, "Maria, did you see the looks on their faces? It was a sight to behold. Thinking that they would be parted for a week. Ah to be young again..."

The two of them were still laughing as they left the room and went off to bed.

Jen came over to me and I held her in my arms. "Oh Ron, I'm so sorry," Jen giggled.

"Sorry? For what?"

"Another wedding. They are serious about us getting married on Wednesday. Do you think that you want to marry me again?"

"I'll marry you a hundred times. Just think, another wedding night."

"Well, this time, I will try to stay awake," she laughed.

"This wedding will hopefully keep Father Guiseppe from making us get married in The True Church again. But, we really have to expect an argument from him," I laughed.

I put my arms around her and we held each other tight and kissed. We slowly undressed and got into bed. We made slow sweet love and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, we were taken to the local church, Parroquia Santo Tomas de Apostol in Solosancho a nearby town and met Padre Diego. He was a young priest, very understanding and thought that us getting married again was very funny. "But, there is no arguing with Abuela Maria and Tia Nadavia, so I will be more than happy to marry you again," he laughed.

Everything was set for Wednesday. We spent the next couple of days sight seeing and visiting long lost relatives, accompanied by Abuela Maria and Tia Nadavia. They are two of the loveliest women I have ever met.  They both had a wonderful sense of humor and both were practical jokers. They would make little jokes and tease, always with the most innocent looks. They would work together and it was like they had an understanding of each other that was more than sibling closeness.

The days flew by. On Monday night the door between our rooms was locked. "You will not see the bride on the day before the wedding." Again...

I spent the day with Jen's cousin Juan. I had met Juan and his wife, Martha at the get together that first evening and really hit it off. He was going to be my best man (Marcel was unavailable). We spent the day hiking in the hills around Santa María del Arroyo. 

It is beautiful country and I really enjoyed the hiking and the company. Juan having grown up in the area knew more about the hills and dales than anyone around. He was a great guide and the day flew by.

That evening Juan, Martha and I had dinner in a local café. Sitting under the stars eating good Spanish food and drinking a wonderful local wine.

Although I wasn't drunk, I had a slight buzz. I went back to the house and up to bed. I was escorted upstairs by Tia Nadavia, who thought that keeping us apart was just the funniest thing. I went to bed alone and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I think that it was hiking out in the Spanish sun and in the fresh air that tired me and the wine knocked me out.

Abuela Maria woke me at 6:30 am. She wanted me to be up and dressed before the day became too hot and I began to sweat. She didn't want my wedding suit to be wrinkled. "Not after I spent all day cleaning and pressing it." The suit belonged to Jen's grandfather; he was married in it. 

It was old. Probably from the nineteen twenties or earlier. The shirt had a high collar and it came with an ascot. It was a gray pinstripe suit with a vest and it was wool. But, there was no smell of mothballs. Abuela Maria and Tia Nadavia did the alterations and it fit perfectly. I was a sight to behold.

Juan and I left for the church at 9:30 am. The ceremony was supposed to start at about 10:30 am. We had to be away from Santa María del Arroyo long before Jen made her exit from the house and got into the limo to come to the church. There was no chance I would see her before she walked down the aisle.

This time I was a lot calmer about seeing Jen. True, I missed her terrible last night, but I wasn't the basket case I was in Baltimore.

Juan and I were in the front of the church talking to Padre Diego. He was a very jovial priest, laughing and loving his job. Other than Clive, I have never met a priest or minister who got so much joy out of doing what he did.

The church was a big stone building. The walls were very thick and it was cool inside the building, even without air-conditioning. 

At about 11:00 am the organist started playing. Padre Diego looked at his watch and said, "Your bride is here and fashionably late, wonderful."

The organist started playing louder and I realized that Jen was in the church. The place was packed with probably every one from Santa María del Arroyo there. Abuela Maria and Tia Nadavia were seated in the first row. Abuela Maria was sitting on the bride's side and Tia Nadavia was sitting on the groom's side.

The Maid of Honor, Jen's cousin Graciella walked down the aisle first. She was followed by Jen holding her Great Uncle Pedro's (Tio Pedro) arm. Jen was wearing Abuela Maria's wedding dress that she and Tia Nadavia had altered. The dress fit perfectly. It was silk and tight in all of the right places.

God, she is so beautiful, my wife, Genevieve North-Fitzgibbons, was going to marry me again. I stood there just smiling at her and loving her with all of my heart.

They stopped at the head of the aisle and Tio Pedro kissed Jen on the cheek and gave me her hand. He then sat next to his older sister, Abuela Maria.

Jen, Graciella, Juan and I walked to the altar where Padre Diego was waiting. He raised both arms and the music became very low. In a deep pious voice he started, "We are gathered here to join this couple in Holy Matrimony."

At the right time I said, "I do" followed by Jen. Finally, Padre Diego raised both hands and in a loud voice said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife." Then, he smiled at us and said, "You may kiss the bride."

I took Jen in my arms and kissed her, everyone in the church started to clap and cheer.

We went out and stood in the Spanish Sun while everyone congratulated us. We got into the limo and went back to the house. After refreshing there, we went to the local inn where everyone in the village was partying. The party lasted all day and well into the night. There was eating, drinking and dancing. It was a party like no other I had ever been to. But, I had very little to drink and Jen didn't drink at all. 

Finally at about 12:15 am all the married men of the village carried Jen and I around the plaza and deposited us in front of the local inn. It was traditional that every newly married couple in Santa María del Arroyo spends their wedding night in the honeymoon suite. After a lot of laughter and some off color remarks and a half dozen oysters, we went up to bed.

We went into the honeymoon suite and I carried Jen over the threshold. We were pleasantly surprised. It was a rather large neat room. It had a big dresser, armoire, a kitchenette and bathroom with a shower. But the center of attraction for the room was the bed. It was huge four-posted bed with a canopy and curtains. It looked bigger than a king-sized bed. And the mattress was wonderful, not too firm but not soft. It has a red satin bedspread and red satin sheets. I wondered how many girls gave up their virginity on this bed.

We got undressed, I had to help Jen with the laces in the back of the dress and with the corset. 

Finally, after about ten minutes we had the suit and gown hung up in the closet.

I looked at her and it looked like she was beginning to show. That her belly was just a hint rounder that it had been. She saw me staring at her stomach and blushed.

"I think that I'm beginning to show, but just wait I will probably be a big as a house. Oh god, I am going to be fat," she sighed.

"You are not going to be fat, you are pregnant and you will look pregnant and I will have more and more to love," I said as I took her in my arms and hugged her naked body to mine.

I lay her on the bed and got in next to her. I took her in my arms and kissed her. She then pushed me onto my back and began to suck on my dick. I pulled her legs and settled them above my face, looking at that beautiful vagina. 

Jen took my dick in her mouth and began to bob her head up and down on it, sucking and licking with all of her might. I began to suck the lips of her labia. Sucking the free flowing juices into my mouth, savoring the pungent, savory taste. After sucking and licking her lips, I moved my hand and stuck a finger into her vagina. My tongue traveled down to push that little hood back and began to caress her clitoris. 

Jen began to moan and bounce her groin on my face as I pushed my hips up, ramming my dick deeper into her mouth.

Her moans became louder and hither in pitch. She began to bounce her hips on my face with more and more vigor, pushing her vagina into my face and mouth. She abandoned my dick as the pleasure mounted. She was saying I love you over and over, getting louder as the orgasm began. 

She pushed herself up with her arms and slammed her hips down, smothering me with her sweet, wet vagina. I licked and sucked on her like I was possessed, trying to drink up all of her nectar. She let out with a screech and pumped her hips into my face for what seemed like hours.

Then she fell forward and just lay on top of me for a moment breathing hard.

She once again sat up and turned around. She took my dick in her hand and stroking then she moved above it and dropped down impaling herself on my steel hard erection.

She panted, "Oh Ron, I don't know what had gotten to me, but I want you in me now, I need your dick in me now." She started to ride me as I began to hump my hips up into her. She rode me hard and long. I have no idea how long we screwed like that. 

Jen went from one orgasm to another. She was shaking and crying out for the longest time.

She finally fell on top of me as I continued to fuck my dick into her. I rolled her over and began to pound my dock into her in earnest. She put her feet on the bed and lifted her hips off of the bed slamming herself into my crotch.

She then pushed me off of her got on her hands and knees and turned her ass to me. "Ron, take me this way, please."

I did not have to be asked twice. I stood on the floor and brought her to the edge of the bed. Once again I shoved my dick into her vagina. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her into me. I stood there ramming my dick into her. Pulling her hips as I plummeted into her. Getting deeper into her than ever before.

I was moaning and grunting as I pounded into her again and again and again. Jen was babbling and making noises as if in answer to my grunting. We were beyond words, so overtaken by our passion and desire that we were incapable of coherent speech.

As I loved her I reached down and began to fondle and squeeze her breasts. I bent forward and kissed her back and neck. Jen then threw herself forward pulling away from me. She spun onto her back and spread her legs for me.

"Come, love and kiss me," she said as she opened her arms and her legs for me.

I went to her and mounted her. Pushing my dick into her vagina. I bottomed out in an instant. I kissed her hard and lovingly. I began to hump into her and she wrapped her arms and legs around me and answered every one of my pumps with her own. 

I went crazy fucking her with all of my might, loving her and fucking her, making love to her. She was my wife...twice. She was my love forever and ever.

We loved forever.

Finally we fell into the bed, totally spent. Lying there exhausted. Totally in love and slept

I was awakened. By my wife kissing my chest. I was immediately erect. I wanted this woman, my wife, my love, my mate, my Jen. And I pulled her up and kissed her, hard and passionately. I pushed her onto her back and she smiled up at me and spread her legs

I lay between them and pushed my dick into her. She immediately wrapped her legs around me and locked me into her vagina. We immediately got into a rhythm of loving and we loved for hours. It seemed that the pleasure was never ending. Just being in my Jen and having her legs and arms around me was everything I ever needed. Nothing mattered but being united with this woman, my love, my wife.

After and eternity of loving we came to a screaming climax. Shouting out our love for each other and being united in our orgasm.

We lay in bed and waited for the sun to come up. After about a half hour, Jen started to kiss me once again. She was kissing my face and neck and shoulders. She reached down and began to stroke my hardening dick. Once I was totally erect she mounted me and dropped down onto me, impaling herself. 

She had a big grin on her face as she began to ride me. Lifting and dropping on my dick. Fucking me with abandon. I was just laying there, enjoying the sensation of my love, my mate, my wife.

Then I began to respond to my loves ministrations. I answered each and every thrust. Losing my self in our love making, becoming one with this wonderful woman.

Our pleasure was increased by the knowledge that we were experiencing it as one, one in spirit, one in being.

Once again I filled my love with my essence, once again she accepted everything I had to give. Finally spent, we slept.

A couple of hours later, when the sun was high we awoke. Once again we made love, but this time it was slow and loving.

We went down into the dining room and had breakfast. While there we were greeted by many of the people of the village. They were laughing and slapping me on the back calling me "hombre" and hugging Jen. They told us that we would have many children and that we were blessed.

Jen and I were completely confused. When we got back to the home of Abuela Maria and Tia Nadavia, they were laughing and told us that we were definitely having a girl, because that's the way mother's of girls act when they are pregnant.

More confusion.

For the rest of the day we were greeted with cheers and slaps on the backs, laughter and praise.

At about sunset that day Jose came to us and laughingly took us to the inn. He said that it was time that we learned the secret of Santa María del Arroyo. Juan and Martha were giggling as they took us to the inn.

When we got there they sat us down at the bar and just looked at the innkeeper and they all laughed. Then Martha ran up stairs. 

All of a sudden bells started to ring. There were a set of bells in the corner of the ceiling, hanging by a hook. They rang like crazy. Juan was laughing and pointed to the ceiling. I looked closely at the bells and saw a string attached to them. The string went into a small hole in the ceiling. I looked at Juan with wide eyes.

He laughed, "Yes Ron the string is tied to the springs of the Honeymoon bed. Almost every married couple was here at the inn last night. You are EL HOMBRE, you beat Martha and I. Two hours and seventeen minutes. You beat us by thirteen minutes.

"I believe that you will be on top for a long time. You are 'EL HOMBRE.'"

Jen was red with embarrassment, she looked at me and said "Do you mean that those bells rang when we were..."

Martha, who was coming down the stairs said, "No my dear, they rang all night long. You will be a legend in his village for many years to come."

Jen looked at me and said, "Ron, did everyone hear us making love?"

"Yes my love, the bells rang."

"That's why Abuela Maria and Tia Nadavia said I was having a girl?"

Juan laughed and said, "Of course, they were here all night."

Martha went over to Jen and put her arm around her. She said, "Genevieve, I know that you are embarrassed now, but soon you will see the humor in all of this and love it for what it is worth."

Jen looked at me and giggled, "El Hombre? Oh god, what will Marcel say?"

"Jen, you wouldn't do that to me, would you?" 

"Well, "EL HOMBRE" if it's that important, what is it worth for my silence?"

I laughed and we went through the village accepting all of the praise and adulation that was given."

We enjoyed the rest of our time in Santa María del Arroyo. Then the time came when we had to leave. We cried as we said good-bye to Abuela Maria and Tia Nadavia, two of the most wonderful women in the world.

We drove into Madrid and boarded a plane to Rome.

SANTA ANGELA ...

Three hours later we landed in Roma. We got a car and started the drive to Tuscany. About six hours later, with various stops in between we arrived at the El Duce. 

Yes, we were in Santa Angela. Pasquale and Mina were there soon after we arrived. We weren't even checked in when they came into the Inn, there was a lot of hugging and kissing. Both of them fell in love with Jen and started to tell her stories. They brought us a bottle of wine. However, when Mina saw Jen she refused to let us open it. You will wait until the bambino is born, then you can enjoy.

And a short time later, Father Guiseppe, strutted in. Where were you married? In Baltimore. What church? Trinity Anglican. That is not a Catholic Church. So you are not married. We were also married by Padre Diego Cardenas, in Parroquia Santo Tomas de Apostol, Solosancho, Spain. We were married in the Catholic Church.

As I expected, Father Guiseppe began to scream, "IN SPAIN? What do the Spanish know about Catholicism?"

I looked at Jen and started to laugh. "When do you want to marry us?"

Father Guiseppe looked at me, in shock. "What, you are not going to argue?"

I looked at him and laughed and said, "What and miss a chance to marry my wife again? NEVER."

He looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Well then you will be married on Tuesday. So you will be apart until then!"

Josephina, who ran the Inn, said, "Si padre, I will see that they are apart."

Father Guiseppe smiled and left. Josephina, smiled, brought us up stairs and said here is your room. "If you think that I will keep you apart then you are crazier than that nutty priest." 

I went through the first floor of the Inn, looking for bells or flags, anything that could be suspicious. I also looked under the bed for string, etc. Jen thought that my checking was the funniest thing, but she didn't tell me to stop.




A Teachers Story Ch. 04



Jen and I slept together and loved that night and the next.

However Sunday evening as Jen and I were in the sitting room, Josephina came to us and advised us that as Monday was the day before we were to be married, I would not be permitted to see the bride at all that day...Bad luck you know.

I began to protest when I heard a very familiar voice say, "No my dear brother, you will not see your bride tomorrow. You did it to me and now I will do it to you."

I turned and looked at the door and there he was, big as life, Marcel, my brother, with a big shit eating grin on his face. "I hope you didn't think that I would miss this, did you? I may have missed Spain, but I couldn't possibly miss this one." 

I ran and threw my arms around giving him a big bear hug. Catherine was standing behind him with Yvonne in her arms.

Jen saw them and ran to them and hugged Catherine and Yvonne and then Marcel. We sat at a table and Catherine told us that she and Marcel knew that there was no way that Father Guiseppe was going to allow us to get away with just being married in Spain. "Look, she said, "We were married in a Catholic Church in Amsterdam and we had to get married again, in Santa Angela. We knew that it would be the same for you."

Marcel laughed and said, "Anyway, I owe you."

Jen looked at him questioningly and said, "Owe us?"

"Well, him," he said pointing at me. "He brought us here for our First Anniversary and was my best man again here in Santa Angela. Could we do any less for my brother?" 

Jen shook her head and laughed.

"It's a bit late to have second thoughts about getting involved with such a crazy group, even though you will be getting married to Henry on Tuesday, you are already married to him... twice," Catherine giggled.

"I will never have any second thoughts about marring Ron. Even if it means that I have to be a part of this crazy group," Jen said as she threw her arms around Catherine and the two hugged. Jen looked at Catherine and said, "Catherine, will you be my Maid of Honor?"

Catherine beamed and hugged Jen again saying, "I would love to be your Matron of Honor. Because with my beautiful daughter, I may have a hard time convincing anyone that I am still a maiden."

Jen said that she was getting a little hungry and Catherine said she was too, so the five of us got up and went across the road to the Tuscany Café. Pasquale and Mina danced around us and fed us like royalty. And after dinner we sat and told them about the wedding and the reception at Gitano's. 

Catherine asked about our time in Spain, with Jens grandmother and aunt. Jen and I looked at each other and I laughed and Jen giggled and turned red as a beet.

Marcel picked up on it, "Okay, tell us what happened. You know that we will not let up until we learn everything."

Catherine, Mina and Pasquale picked up on it and told us to come clean "Or else."

Knowing that we wouldn't have any peace until we told them, I went through the whole story of the bells on the ceiling. However, I left out the part of "El Hombre." 

Jen looked at me and said, "I think that you should tell the complete, unedited story...El Hombre."

Everyone looked at me and Catherine giggled, "EL HOMBRE? Out with it Henry, the WHOLE story, NOW."

Red faced and laughing, I went into the story of the next day. They were all laughing so hard that people looked into the café to see what was going on. Needless to say, I was El Hombre for the rest of our stay in Santa Angela.

It was a wonderful evening. Then at about 11:50 pm, Mina got up and took my hand she pulled me out of my seat and led me to the door. "It is almost midnight. We cannot allow El Hombre to see his bride after midnight tonight. Off you go and tomorrow you and Marcel will work at the Chapel of Santa Maria. There was a leak in the roof, recently."

I leaned over and kissed Jen, long and hard. Then I went with Marcel back to the Il Duce and went to our room. Jen and Catherine would be together, tonight. When we got to the room, Marcel broke open a bottle of wine and we drank toasts until the bottle was empty. Then to bed.

The next day, Marcel and I were up early and went to the Chapel. Marcel called me Hombre, he dropped the El. We spent the better part of the morning repairing the damage to the interior of the chapel. The roof had been fixed soon after the leak was discovered. 

We left the chapel a little before noon and walked back to the inn for lunch. We were covered in plaster dust. White from heat to toe. The only place that wasn't white was over our mouths, noses and eyes; where the dust mask and goggles covered.

As we approached the Inn we saw two metal chairs. This was the usual scenario; we would come back to the Inn, covered in dust. Naturally, Josephina wouldn't allow us in the Inn, "You will make dust and dirt everywhere."

We were to wash in the fountain and sit and dry in the sun. The idea was wonderful; we would get cool from the water in the fountain and then warm in the lovely Italian sun.

As I said, the IDEA was wonderful. But, the first time Josephina sent her eleven-year-old son out with a bucket for us. Marcel and I were sitting with our backs against the wall of the fountain. Angelo filled the bucket and dumped it over my head. I screamed and started to chase him.

He was screaming and laughing and running around the fountain. He dropped the bucket. I picked it up and as I ran after him I dipped it into the fountain. As I chased Antonio, I passed Marcel, who was doubled over laughing. Of course, I dumped the bucket over him.

In about two minutes we had all of Antonio's friends in the square, splashing, laughing and fighting with us. We all had a wonderful time. A tradition was born.

Thereafter when we returned from working somewhere covered in dust, Josephina, would leave two chairs if front of the fountain and Marcel and I would sit in them. The children of the village would come out with buckets and the battle would start. In a few minutes, everyone was laughing and everyone was soaked. We would be clean and after drying we were allowed back into the Inn.

Nothing was different today, we sat, we were soaked, we splashed and we laughed. God, this is the good life.

In the afternoon we painted, the plaster had dried enough to be painted. We did the work in the fresco technique, which consists of painting in pigment mixed with water on a thin layer of wet, fresh, plaster. Tomorrow no one would be able to see that the Chapel had been damaged. We finished just in time for the wedding.

That evening, Marcel and I had a late dinner. Jen and Catherine had eaten earlier. We sat, ate, drank and talked to Pasquale and Mina. Just like old times, the Godless Legionnaires were home.

We went up to our room and went to bed. This was when Jen's absence really hurt. I have become used to sleeping with Jen and missed having her body next to mine while I slept. I didn't sleep well, I wanted my Jen.

Finally, it was Tuesday, my wedding day...again. It was also the feast of Santa Angela. Thus, no one was working and nothing was open. The whole village would be in church today.

I dressed in a dark suit as did Marcel. We set out for the Chapel of Santa Maria early. We were there about 45 minutes early, so we sat in the chapel looking at all of the things we had worked on over the years and reminiscing. Santa Angela and the Chapel have a very special place in my heart, I love the place and love the people.

As we sat there, the chapel began to fill up. Everyone wanted to be at the wedding. The Godless Legionnaire was getting married...for the third time. After all of these marriages you would think they would drop the "Godless," but I guess that would always be out titles.

Father Guiseppe came in all dressed in his robes, looking splendid, almost regal. He came over to us and began to ask Marcel about Yvonne and if she had been christened. Marcel had been ready for this.

"Yes Father, Yvonne was christened in St. Nicholas Church in Amsterdam. She was baptized by Father Angelo Carione, two weeks after her birth," Marcel answered.

"Angelo Carione? Is he Italian?"

"Yes father, he was born and ordained in Rome."

"Good, good...then we know that everything was done properly," Father Guiseppe said with a smile on his face.

The wedding ceremony was scheduled for 10:00 am. Jen and Catherine arrived at 10:30 am. "Well, it's a bride's prerogative to be late."

Marcel and I stood at the front of the church and waited as the rustling and whispers of the crowd went silent and the music began to play. Josephina's husband Enrico began to sing. His wonderful tenor voice filled the chapel with "Ave Maria".

Catherine stepped out and Jen followed. She was escorted by Pasquale. Mina was holding Yvonne sitting in the first row on Jen's side. They reached the head of the aisle and Pasquale smiled at me and took the seat next to Mina. 

The four of us stood there until the music and singing stopped. We then went up onto the altar and stopped in front of Father Guiseppe. He was in his glory, he raised both arms and in a resounding voice started, "We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony." Marcel whispered, "Once again." We all giggled. Father Guiseppe just smiled.

The ceremony was not long, Jen and I said, "I do" at the right time and once again I put the ring on my wife's finger. 

Finally, Father Guiseppe put his hands on our heads and in a loud voice intoned, By the power invested in me by our Lord Jesus Christ, the Holy Roman Catholic and the state of Tuscany, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife." And then with a smile he added, "Or should I say, godless Legionnaire and wife." Everyone in the Chapel laughed.

Without being told, I turned to Jen and we put our arms around each other and kissed, as husband and wife...again.

When we got outside, everyone threw rice and the children blew bubbles. We lead a procession to the village plaza. It was done up with streamers and there were tables of food, wine and every dessert imaginable. Everyone in the village had made something for the feast and wedding.

The party was wonderful. We were given small presents by everyone. We danced, and ate and drank, Jen drank tea and I did too. I did have a glass of wine with Marcel and Pasquale, but I didn't want to drink while Jen had tea.

During the evening some of the older women came over to Jen and rubbed her belly for luck. 

Jen and I went up to our room around one in the morning. The party had gotten quieter but most of the adults were still there. When we started for the Inn, everyone got up and wished us luck and happiness. There was a lot of teasing and off color remarks and the mandatory oysters.

Jen was exhausted, she had dozed off a couple of times during the evening. When we got to the room Jen flopped onto the bed. I heard a clanging sound. Jen looked at me and bounced on the bed. Again a clanging noise.

I got on my knees and looked under the bed. A small cowbell was tied to the springs. I untied it and showed it to Jen.

"Marcel," she laughed and she said, "We will get him."

She got up and we undressed. I pulled the bed spread and the top sheet back off the bed. Jen gasped. There was a small red spot in the middle of the sheet. I started to laugh but Jen was perplexed. 

"What is that?" she asked. 

Laughingly I told her, "Josephina, wants everyone to know that you are an honorable woman."

Realizing what it was, Jen looked at me in shock. "Ron, everyone in the village has to know that I am pregnant." She began to giggle, "Well I guess that it is our wedding night. So I guess it is appropriate." We got into bed and I put my arms around her and we slept.

The next morning after spending what felt like hours making love, we went down for a light breakfast.

Marcel, Catherine and Yvonne were there waiting for us. When we got to the table I threw the cowbell on the table and said, "Nice going buddy, you didn't think it would work, did you?"

Marcel truly looked surprised and stammered, "Henry, I don't know anything about that and believe me had I thought of it I would have."

Jen asked, "You're going to deny it?"

Marcel really looked puzzled and said, "Honestly, I know nothing about it."

At this point Catherine burst out laughing. She was doubled over, laughing so hard.

We looked at her and Jen blurted, "Catherine? You?"

Catherine was still laughing too hard to talk but she was nodding her head.

Marcel began to laugh and put his arm around his wife and said, "My love, you are the perfect wife. You watch out for me, take care of me and now fill in for me when I forget something. I love you so much."

When she calmed a little, Catherine told us that as Marcel was so busy with working in the Chapel, she talked to Pasquale and Mina. They gave her the cowbell. It wasn't meant to be a secret and they knew that we would be found. But it just had to be done.

After eating, we all went out for a walk around the village, doing some shopping and just enjoying the day. Marcel and Catherine would be leaving in the afternoon so we just wanted to spend as much time with them as possible.

As we left the Inn, we couldn't miss a white sheet hanging from our bedroom window. The red stain was very conspicuous. Marcel and Catherine laughed as Jen turned red. 

Marcel said, "Jen, don't be embarrassed. Josephina did the same thing for us. She will have it all wrapped up for you tonight."

Catherine giggled, "Jen, I was definitely not a virgin when we came to Santa Angela, but my sheet is in the closet."

Jen moaned, "Yes but you weren't pregnant at the time."

We enjoyed the rest of our time together and they left in the early afternoon, going to the local airport and flying to Corsica and then on to Paris.

Jen and I spent three more days in Santa Angela, just enjoying the people, the sun and hiking through the countryside. I did spend one afternoon, working with Rufio, Gitano's brother fixing a gate behind his house. Rufio is married to Concetta, who is Gitano's sister.

While we worked Connie and Jen sat having iced tea and talking. She gave Connie, all of the news about Gitano and Rosa. Connie and Rosa had been classmates and the best of friends. Connie had been the Maid of Honor at their wedding.

Two days later we drove to Pisa, to the Galileo Galilei Airport and took a flight to Aéroport International de Bastia-Poretta on Corsica. We drove to Calvi and had dinner with my old Commanding Officer with the 2e Rep and his wife. 

The next day we visited with some of my old comrades. They teased me about getting married, saying that I must have put a hex on Jen to get such a lovely woman to have anything to do with me. In the evening we flew out of Aéroport International de Bastia-Poretta to Paris. 

Of course, we stayed with Catherine and Marcel. Marcel and I worked, getting export licenses and meeting with distributors and signing contracts. 

After four days we took the train to Amsterdam. We were met by Mama and Papa and spent three days with them. They loved "El Hombre" and couldn't stop giggling when they called me that.

It was hard to leave, but Mama said that they would be in the U.S. soon for the christening.

The christening, that was something that we had avoided thinking about. Who would be the god parents?

Marcel, my brother, was the one who brought up the subject. He told me in no uncertain terms that Jen's brother, Ben should be the godfather and that June should be the godmother. He assured me that he would not be hurt at not being the godfather. What a guy.

Finally, after what seemed to be a lifetime, we boarded the plane to Baltimore.

We got back home to my apartment, Jen had given hers up as it was smaller and only had one bedroom. We didn't even unpack, just fell into bed and slept.

TO BE CONTINUED



A Teachers Story Ch. 05



A GROWING FAMILY

Three days after we got back we went to the doctor's office. Jen and the baby were both in the best of health.

The next few weeks were busy ones. Jen was getting ready for the next semester. Meetings to go to, schedules to make and finalizing the curriculum, etc. I was setting up meetings, getting franchise contracts ready. As I said, it was a busy time. 

But, we would always make time for us. Jen wouldn't have dinner until I was home. She would have snacks before I got home, sometimes enough that she wouldn't eat dinner. But she would be there with me. 

Slowly our lives began to quiet and become...what shall I say...mundane? No, not mundane, we were reaching a quiet contentment. Happily in love, happy with each other, just happy.

In early September, just before school started, Jen had her next doctor's appointment. As I had a meeting that morning, I told her that I would meet her at the doctor's office. 

When I got there, I was informed that Dr. Ross and Jen had rushed down to the Radiologist's office.

I just I turned from the desk and walked to a waiting room chair, then...Panic ...Fear... something's wrong. Jen...the baby...something is wrong.

I bolted out of the office, down the hall, tore open the door to Dr. Greenfeld's office. The secretary looked up and said, "Mr. Fitzgibbons, room three."

I ran through the office, room 4, 5. 6...shit I passed it. Back to three. I ripped open the door and rushed in. I stopped in my tracks. Jen was sitting there with Dr. Ross and they were laughing. Jen looked up at me and held her arms out to me; I ran to her and hugged her tight.

She looked at me and said, "Ron, what's wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost."

I stammered, "What's wrong? Why are you here? Is anything wrong with you? Is anything wrong with the baby? Damn it why are you here?"

Dr. Ross put her hand on my shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, I should have told Marianne that everything was all right."

That was not enough for me and I panted, "If everything is all right...then why are you here!"

The two of them laughed and Dr. Ross said is a very calm voice, "A couple of months ago I thought I heard an echo in the baby's heart beat. But the next time it wasn't there, so I thought that it was my imagination. Today there was a definite echo, nothing bad, it was good and strong but there was an echo. So, I called Greenfeld and he wasn't busy, so we came here and had a sonogram."

This did nothing to ease the worry. "So what did you find...is everything alright with the baby?"

Jen hugged me and said, "Yes Ron, the babies are just fine."

Finally, I was able to calm down a little. Then, I looked at Jen, "Oh, thank god, I was so worried...Babies...did you say babies?"

"Yes, Ron the twins are just fine." She giggled.

Just then Dr. Greenfeld came into the office and handed Jen some papers, "Your children's first photos," he said.

As Jen and I looked at the sonogram printouts, Dr. Ross and Dr. Greenfeld stood behind us and pointed out what the sonograms showed. I was fascinated. You could see the children's head, the feet and the hands, even some fingers.

"Would you like to know the sex of the children?" he asked.

"No!" Jen said, just as I said, "Yes!"

"Okay, I guess I'll wait," I said as Jen said, "Oh I guess I really do."

Dr. Greenfeld laughed and said "Typical new parents."

I looked at Jen and said to the doctors, "We want to know."

He smiled and said, "Good, well you are having one of each. A girl and a boy."

Jen wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. I pulled her close and hugged her. We were both laughing. I looked at Jen, "I don't think that there have ever been any twins in the family, what about you?" I asked Jen.

"None that I know of. Well... Duh! Abuela Maria and Tia Nadavia, I guess what they say about skipping generations is true. But this time it skipped two" Jen laughed.

The doctors looked at us smiling. Dr. Greenfeld muttered, to on one in particular, "These are the times that make this job so wonderful, too often I have to give bad news, but you guys have made my day today."

We smiled at him and Jen said, "We're glad, because you have definitely made our day, today."

After finishing up with the doctors Jen and I drove home. It was around 2:00 pm. Jen was tired and didn't feel like making anything to eat. I made a light lunch for the both of us. "Can't be missing any meals my love, you are eating for three, now," I giggled like a schoolgirl. 

We were still giddy about the news and realized that our once spacious apartment had just gotten a lot smaller. With two children we would have to start looking for a bigger place or a house.

God, I was becoming a family man. No longer a single, carefree, happy go lucky guy. I am a husband, soon to be a father, maybe even a homeowner. I'm getting Old. Well, I shrugged ...it sure beats the alternative.

Jen brought me out of my reverie, by saying, "Now we can have Lily and Marcel as godparents. We will have to let them know." 

I hadn't thought of that. We would have to call Marcel and ask him. But, I told Jen, "I'm not going to make it easy for him."

She laughed and said, "You two will never grow up, will you?"

I grinned, "Where Marcel is concerned, never."

As it was only 3:15 pm in Baltimore, it would be 9:15 pm in Paris. There would be no chance that Marcel and Catherine would be in bed...well, probably no chance. It took a while but we finally got through. 

Marcel answered and when he realized it was me, he started to ask questions. I could hear Catherine in the background. Then the speakerphone came on. They were both worried that something was wrong with Jen or the baby. After assuring them that everything was okay, Marcel started to talk business.

I stopped him and told him that this wasn't a business call; that I had to ask him an important question. "Jen and I want you to be the baby's godfather. Will you do it?"

"Of course, I will, But what about Ben, Henry, I thought he was going to be the godfather," Marcel asked. 

I smiled and said, "Yea, he is going to be the godfather too."

Marcel went silent. Catherine said, "Henry, you are going to have two godfathers? What and no godmothers?"

"Oh, no we intend on having two godmothers. Can't have two godfathers without two godmothers, now can we?"

Marcel shouted, "Henry, you are either drunk or you are completely insane."

I laughed, "I'm not drunk and as for insane, I thought that went without saying."

Marcel was going on, "You can't have two sets of godparents. It's just not done, its crazy"

In the background we heard Catherine laughing and then she said over Marcel's ranting, "Is it true, Jen? Really?"

Jen giggled and said, "Yes, Catherine."

Marcel was still going on, "True, of course it's true, Henry has gone completely crazy."

Catherine asked, "When did you find out?"

Marcel said, "Find out? We have always known that he is nuts."

"Today, after the doctor's examination," Jen said.

"You didn't need an examination to tell you that Henry is crazy. We have known that for years."

Catherine quietly said, "Marcel, my love, Henry has done it to you again. Jen and Henry are having twins, so they need two godmothers and two godfathers."

Marcel burst out laughing, "You got me again, my brother. Twins? Well that's wonderful and of course I would be proud to be the godfather. Imagine that; twins."

Jen giggled, "Well since I was starting late, we had to make up for lost time. I'm not getting any younger, you know."

Marcel said, "You will always be a sweet young thing to me, Jen."

Jen actually blushed at Marcel's compliment and said, "Why thank you, Marcel. You are so kind."

Catherine laughed, "Ah, my silvered tongued husband, now you know why I love him."

We talked for a while longer. Catherine said "We will call Mama and Papa tomorrow. They will be in bed at this hour. I just know that they will think that it is wonderful." I told Marcel that I would call him in the next few days to talk about the business. We ended the call with love and kisses.

After hanging up with Marcel and Catherine, we called Lily and Clive. We didn't get too far with the teasing them, as Lily picked up on it right away. Clive was starting to get flustered when Lily said, "OH MY GOD, Jen, you are having twins." 

Clive started to laugh, "You guys will never stop kidding, will you?"

"No Clive, we will never stop, except maybe with our children. But then again, why let them off easy," Jen laughed.

Lily was thrilled that we wanted her to be the godmother. And Clive was so happy that he would be doing the christening.

We talked for a while and then decided that we had to call Jen's brother and my sister and let them know that they would be double aunts and uncles.

Ben thought that it was wonderful that we were having twins and he was unaware of any others in the family, until Jen reminded him about his grandmother and his great aunt. "It just goes to show that good things come to good people."

June thought that this was the funniest thing that could have happened, her brother, the father of twins. "This is payback for all of the years you were laughing at me for getting exasperated with your niece and nephew. I can't wait to see how you handle TWINS."

We called Abuela Maria and Tia Nadavia, we had been calling them every couple of weeks since we got back. We started to tell them about Jen having a sonogram and they told us that they didn't want to know about those new fangled tests, "We will find out the old fashion way...when the baby is born."

After finishing with the phone calls, we sat on the couch and cuddled. I just sat there looking at my beautiful pregnant wife. I loved her more than life itself. She was lying on the couch with her head on my chest, telling me what new things she wanted to institute at Grant. She also reminded me that I would have to get the syllabus for each of the classes that the Water Rats would be taking so that I could be ready to help them with their classes.

I was really looking forward to seeing that bunch again. Only god knew what antics they would try. But, it should be fun trying to keep a step ahead of them.

We sat there on the couch, I had my arms around Jen, holding her close. She turned in my arms and brought her face to mine and kissed me. Her lips softly pressed against mine. I returned the kiss just as softly. The kiss went on becoming more and more passionate. 

Jen slipped her tongue into my mouth and explored with it. I cupped her breast with my hand and then I slowly moved my hand inside her blouse and slipping it under her bra. I love Jen's breasts, I love holding them, seeing them and kissing and sucking them. They are perfect in every way.

I turned her around and after unbuttoning her blouse I removed it and then unhooked and slid her bra off of her shoulders. She looked down at her body and said, "Ron, I'm getting big, Oh god, I will be a big as a house soon. I have two babies growing in me, I will be huge."

I held her tight and whispered, "You are beautiful and you will get more and more beautiful as the babies grow. I love looking at you and always will."

Jen looked into my eyes and sighed, "You always know what to say to make me feel better." She mashed her lips into mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

I pulled her body into me and I felt my dick becoming erect. As I began to unzip Jen's skirt, she started to unbuckle my belt. I stood and pulled Jen up next to me. I pushed her skirt off and pulled her panties down. Jen pushed my pants and briefs off in one movement then she layback on the couch and pulled me on top of her. I lay there on my side, my leg over hers, my arms around her waist. She had her arms around my neck, softly kissing me.

I was luxuriating in the warm closeness of my wife. Breathing in the perfume of her body and feeling her soft smooth skin against mine. Fully aware of the love and devotion that she was bestowing on me. Wanting me and no one else as I only wanted her.

My erect dick was pressing into her stomach and she was rubbing up against it in a slow undulating motion. She then pushed me to my back and moved on top of me. She just lay there looking down at me with a smile on her face. 

I could feel her bulging belly pushing into mine. It felt wonderful. Then all of a sudden it felt like there was an ever so slight movement in my stomach. I felt something. I felt the babies move.

Jen laughed and said, "It looks like the children are getting restless. Probably wondering why their world is getting squashed." And she wriggled her stomach on mine.

I pulled her into me and kissed her hard. She then moved, sat up, took my dick into her hand and guided me into her. Lowering herself onto me, I slipped into her with ease. She was wet and hot and I was hot and stiff. She sat there, impaled on my erection and messaged me with the vaginal muscles.

I lay there with my hands on her bulging belly running my hands over it fondling and caressing it. Jen laughed and said, "You used to play with my breasts like that."

I smiled up at her and said, "This is my new toy, but don't worry I will never give up these lovelies." As I reached up and cupped her breasts with my hands, playing and tweaking her erect nipples. Jen closed her eyes and started to move on my dick, as I lay still under her. The feeling of my wife grinding her hips into mine was marvelous.

I lay there feeling wonderful, knowing that I was loved, that I was wanted and that nothing in this world was more wonderful than this woman who was making love to me. I began to push up into her as she rotated her hips on my dick. 

As if by mutual agreement, we were slow in our lovemaking. Enjoying the easy, almost sedate pace we set. Jen was undulating her hips as I slowly pumped my dick into her. Pushing up and slowly retreating. We were loving in slow motion.

As the moments passed our movements became more and more erratic, our pace quickened and soon we were pounding into each other, with wild passion. Jen was bouncing on me like she was riding a mechanical bull. She was the cowgirl who would break this wild animal.

I felt like a wild animal slamming my dick up into her. Humping and fucking like there was no tomorrow. She rode me hard and wild and I was the bronco trying to throw this cowgirl off. But this bronco held onto his rider keeping her firmly ensconced on his dick. 

Both rider and bronco were moaning and panting as if in harmony, riding up the slope to the very top of that mountain of ecstasy, where they would find the release and joy that resulted from the mind blowing orgasm they were working toward.

And orgasm we did, Jen cumming again and again as she sat on top of me. She stiffened and quaked as her body was wracked by her orgasms. Knowing that I was pleasuring my wife invigorated me and I seemed to be able to last forever.

But that forever soon came to an end as I felt my dick begin to jerk and twitch in preparation for that explosive release that was coming on like a tidal wave. And when it hit, I stiffened and forced my dick into her and wave after wave of my cum shot into her. Again and again I shot into my loves womb, filling her with my seed until our combined nectar was flowing out of her and puddling on my crotch.

After a long while Jen fell on top of me, completely spent. We lay like that her on top of me as we slowly got our breath back and our hearts returned to normal. Jen rolled off of me onto her side and then onto her back. I lay on my side putting my hand on her belly. The children were really active. It seems that Mommy and Daddy got them excited. But, soon even they were calm and we, the four of us, slept on the couch.

On the Saturday before school started, Jen and I decided to have one last fling before starting back to school. Being the mad adventurous couple that we are, we decided on dinner at Gitano's. Although we had stopped in to see them after returning from Europe, we hadn't had dinner or had a chance to talk.

We were greeted like royalty when we walked in. Rosa hugged and kissed both of us and brought us to "our" table. The one that we had that first time Jen brought me there, less than a year ago.

Not for the first time, I thought about the last year. I looked over the table at Jen, as she talked to Rosa and thought my god, I have only known this woman a little over a year. Yet, here I sit, married to her and we are expecting twin children in a few months. In reality I have only known her a short time. Yet, I feel that I have always been with her, like life before Jen was a distant hazy memory.

"Ron? Is everything okay?" Jen asked with a look of concern on her face.

I came back to reality and smiled at her and said, "Just daydreaming."

Rosa smiled and said, "By your smile, it must have been a good one."

I looked at my wife and said, "Absolutely wonderful."

Just as I was going to go on, Gitano came out. He practically ran to the table, "Genevieve, you're as beautiful, how have you been and the baby?" He then looked at me with a big shit-eating grin said, "And how are you... El Hombre?" He and Rosa broke into gales of laughter.

I gnashed my teeth and groaned, "Pasquale, I swear that I will get you for this." Jen was laughing as hard and Gitano and Rosa.

I asked in an exasperated voice, "Okay, what did he tell you?"

"Nothing, he just told us to call you El Hombre and have you tell the story. Mina said that we had to hear it from you. They couldn't do it justice," Rosa told us.

Gitano said "You can tell us the tale of El Hombre after dinner because we have to feed you, especially Genevieve." He headed back to the kitchen.

Rosa giggled, "Yes she is eating for two, now." She hugged Jens head into her more than ample breasts.

I smiled at her and said, "Not two...three."

Rosa's eyes got big and she gasped, "Three? Oh my god, twins, Jen? That's wonderful, then we really have to feed you. Eating for three."

As she ran to the kitchen we heard, "Gitano, Gitano, you will never guess..."

As Rosa ran off to the kitchen, I looked across the table at my beautiful Jen. It was like I was seeing her for the first time. She was radiant, her hair shone, her face was alight. I thought of that time, the first time we had dinner sitting at this table. I realized that I had fallen in love with her that night.

To think, that an evening swim and having nothing in the refrigerator would change my life so completely. All I could do was send a special prayer of thanks to the gods for blessing me so.

I reached over the table and took Jen's hands in mine and kissed them. Jen looked at me with a question in her eyes. I shrugged and said, "I just love you so much." She smiled and brought my hands to her cheek and whispered, "Oh my darling."

The rest of the evening was fantastic. Rosa danced around us, not letting anyone else wait on us. After a long leisurely dinner, and after they closed up the restaurant. They came out and we sat and had coffee and dessert. 

Naturally I had to tell the whole story of Santa María del Arroyo and El Hombre. After that we told them about Santa Angela, Pasquale, Mina, Father Guesippi, getting married for the third time and a thousand other things. It was laughter and giggling for the rest of the night. Rosa couldn't wait until she could tell Pasquale and Mina about our twins. We headed home around 12:30 am.

SCHOOL DAYS – AGAIN

The next day, Sunday, Jen and I just hung around the apartment, neither one of us was going to do any work. We would have enough to do tomorrow. We had a lazy day all we did was lay around and make sweet gentle love.

Monday morning I drove Jen to Grant High, I would pick her up in the late afternoon. This way I would make sure that she didn't stay too late. I returned around 4:30 pm and she was ready to come home. The day wasn't too bad, sort of controlled chaos.




A Teachers Story Ch. 05



It seemed that all ten of the Water Rats found a reason to come in and see Dr. North... ah Dr. Fitz...whatever, the principal. They asked about her health and stuff and they left just as soon as Jen told then that I would be there tomorrow.

After dinner, we sat on the couch and talked for a while. Until Jen fell asleep on my shoulder. I carried her into the bedroom, changed her into her nightgown and put her to bed. 

The next morning I drove Jen to Grant, as I would be there in the afternoon there was no reason to take two cars. I went off to a meeting with the licensing bureau to finalize another import license.

I got back to Grant around 3:00 pm and went to Jen's office. Marie looked up and smiled at me, now that I wasn't a teacher and just Mr. Dr. North, I was okay. I went in to see Jen and we talked for a few minutes, then I quickly kissed her and went to my class room.

As I heard the Water Rats coming I went to the back of the classroom and stood in the corner. They came into the classroom and when they didn't see me behind the desk, Jamal said, "See I told ya, he ain't commin. He was always here before we got here and HE AIN'T HERE."

The others just stood there in silence looking at the desk. Then in a loud voice I said "Oh ye of little faith," as I walked to the front of the classroom. Needless to say, pandemonium ensued. First they all yelled at Jamal and then came to me shaking my hand and pounding me on the back. 

They were full of questions and I had to tell them about our travels in Europe. They thought that it was hilarious that we had to get married all over in Spain and again in Italy. Aurora laughed and said, "Mista Fitz, you betta not ever think about divorcing Dr. North, cause it will cost you a million dollars to get three divorces in three different countries." They asked about Mr. Maurice, Miss Catherine, Yvonne and Mama and Papa. 

Of course, there were comments about Jen looking a bit heavier, "I guess that all of that good European food puts on the pounds. Well she is married now so she doesn't have to worry about her figure." They giggled and guffawed. 

I spent about an hour and a half talking. We stopped when Jen came in and then they had a million questions for her. They had to confirm that we really did have to get married two more times. Nothing was said about her weight. We didn't get out of Grant until almost six o'clock.

SWIMMING

On Saturday, I was there at the pool. I was expecting that they would need a lot of work after laying off for the Summer, but I was pleasantly surprised that they had all been swimming in the public pools and were even better than when we finished in June. We started working on dives and racing starts. It was fun, we would race each other and fight over the results. They could argue with everyone but Charles.

Charles was our big guy. He stood about 6'6" was about 250 lbs, all of it muscle. He was a bit awkward, that is until he got into the water. In the pool he was graceful and fast. None of the others could come close to him. I always thought that I was rather fast, but he left me in his wake.

I wanted him to try out for the swimming team, but when he showed up for try-outs they laughed at him and he was so embarrassed that he left before he even got into the water. I was pissed but he asked me not to say anything, "Really, Mista Fitz, if they don't want me, then I don't want to be swimming with them." Against my better judgment I didn't say anything.

Grant's swimming team, the Crusaders were good. They had been to the state competitions a couple of times and did rather well. They had a couple of great swimmers on the team. Great and arrogant swimmers.

Well words were exchanged during the day and after a few weeks a challenge was made. The swimming team and the Water Rats were going to have a competition. This was something that I didn't want. But it was done.

So, right before the Thanksgiving break, I was in the pool coaching the Water Rat swimming team(?) in their first competition. I really didn't think that we stood a chance.

BUT...after three heats we were behind by one point. My Water Rats were holding their own against the swimming team. And again after three quarters of the races we were only three points behind.

They were definitely holding their own. The Crusaders were not happy. But with the biggest part of the school was there, they acted like ladies and gentlemen, sort of. Everyone was there to see what the Water Rats did.

The seventh heat was a 200 free style race. The swim team had their number two man there. I knew that he was fast. But the Water Rats had Charles 

When Coach Rossi fired the starters pistol, Charles leapt forward and never looked back. And he would have had to look back to see any of the others. No one even came close to him. As I said Charles was fast.

Not only that but Jamal came in third, a very close third. We were now tied with the Crusaders. Charles swam in the next three races and although he came in first the Crusaders finished second third and fourth. So the score was still tied. Finally, the last race came it was a 400 free style.

Rossi had her number one man, Walter Monroe in this one. Everyone was sure that he would clean up. Especially because Charles had been in he last three races and was a bit tired, but refused to admit it. "Don't worry, Mista Fitz, I'm fine just give me a minute and I'll be as good as new."

This last race was just between Charles and Walter. At the shot they both were off. It was neck and neck for most of the race. But then in the last lap Charles fell about a half a stroke and that's the way the race finished. The Water Rats lost by one point. The Crusaders were ecstatic. The Water Rats took it very well, they were more than happy with their performance.

As every one walked back to the lockers, I went up to Charles and put my arm around his shoulder and said, "Charles, you did your best, you just swam three races and you were tired. You did your best."

Charles stopped and looked at me and said, "Mista Fitz, I could have won that race."

I looked at him, "What? You could have won?"

"Yea, I held back. I didn't want to win. We had to lose."

"Charles what are you talking about?"

"Mista Fitz, if we won the Crusaders would have been humiliated. We have been humiliated too many times to do that to someone else. They would have never forgiven us, and probably more people would have hated us."

I looked at him with a new sense of respect. "Don't worry, I won't tell the others."

He laughed and said, "Oh, they know. They all know, we discussed it and every one agreed that I would lose."

"We talked about it before the last race. Look, Mista Fitz, we know what a lot of people in this school think that we're a bunch of retards, because we have to have you, teaching us. If we were to win, a lot more people would hate us. This way we made a good showing and they still won."

I started to laugh and said, "You guys are the best."

Jen and I flew out to California for Thanksgiving. We wanted to spend the holiday with June and Brian. As Jen was due in mid February, we didn't want to be flying out for Christmas. June was really excited, she seemed to be acting more like a grandmother than an aunt.

"Well, I did practically raised you. In fact when you were just a baby, I would pretend that you were my baby and that I was your mother." She put her arms around me and softly said, "Mom would have been so happy, her baby having a baby, I mean two babies. So I guess I will have to be happy for me and Mom."

When we returned from the Thanksgiving break, Coach Rossi approached me. "Fitz," she said, "Do you think that it would cause any problems with your little group is I were to talk to Haney and Taylor about coming on to the Crusaders? We could really use them."

I smiled and said, "I don't think that will be a problem Rossi, but if you want I will talk to them this afternoon."

She gave me a big smile, "I'd really appreciate it. With the two of them to round out our team, I think that we would have a shot at the State championship."

That afternoon when we were about to start, I said, "I've been thinking. You have to start preparing a resume for college. What that means is that you have to start doing something other than coming to school and then going home."

I looked around at all of them and asked, "Who here are in some form of extracurricular activities?"

Six of the ten raised their hands, it seemed that Jamal, Charles, Mitchell and Maurice were not involved with anything. I knew this but I didn't want let them know. I said, "Look, gentlemen, I use that term loosely, you have better get involved in something. You are going to have to show schools that you are interested in something other than yourselves."

"Maurice you are always talking about flying and space, why not get involved with the Science club. Mitchell, you are our Math wiz, why not the Math club. Charles you and Jamal sort of know how to swim, maybe you two should try out for the Swimming Team. I think after your performance last week no one is going to laugh at you."

Charles looked away and said, "Ah, I don't know, Mista Fitz."

"Why should I do anything for them? What have they done for me?" Jamal asked.

I smiled and said, "You wouldn't be doing it for them, it would be for Grant."

Jamal sneered and said, "What do I care about Grant? What did Grant ever do for me?"

"Well, maybe it wasn't Grant, but someone closely connected to it. I can think of someone, who will go nameless, who is very connected to Grant and if you did something for Grant you would be doing it for her."

It took a second, but then both Charles and Jamal looked at me and Charles said, "No fair, Mista Fitz, that's hitting below the belt."

I smiled and said, "Yup."

The next afternoon both Jamal and Charles showed up at the pool and at the end of the practice session were on the team.

By the time of Christmas break, the Crusaders were a team to be reckoned with. The Fearsome Foursome were putting Grant on the map. Walter, Edward, Charles and Jamal were unstoppable. 

Jen was really happy. First that the team was cleaning up, but even more importantly, that the Water Rats were becoming integrated into the life of the school. I promised that I wouldn't tell them that. The outcasts were becoming mainstream.

By the Christmas break, the Crusaders were close to qualifying for the State championships that would be held in the beginning of February.

Charles was Charles, no over active ego, "Au gee Mista Fitz, I guess I'm just good at swimming. It's really fun."

Jamal, however, was MISTER BIG. That is until he got into the Water Rat classroom. Then he was Jamal, who was a lot slower than Charles. Kisha explained to him, "So when you are faster than Charles then you can try to be MISTER BIG, but now just sit down and shut your big mouth." I love my Water Rats! 

WAITING AND WAITING...AND WAITING

Christmas was wonderful, we spent Christmas Eve at Brian and Nellie's. We told stories of how we celebrated Christmas Eve as youngsters. Clive brought us through a British Christmas Eve and I told of the Christmas Eves that I spent in Amsterdam. Jen and I had Christmas at our apartment. Brian, Nelly, Clive and Lily and all of the children were there. It was a noisy, fun affair. We made the traditional British Christmas goose for dinner.

As the festivities were going on I sat and thought that next year there would be two more at Christmas dinner. Wow, twins and they were coming fast, in a little over a month I would be the father of two children. Me, Ronald Fitzgibbons, and/or Sergent Henry Duval, the godless Legionnaire would now and forever after be Daddy. I loved it.

I was sitting there with a smile on my face and Jen sat next to me and with a questioning look said, "A penny for your thoughts. Sitting here with a big grin on your face, I can't imagine what you are thinking about."

I laughed and said, "I didn't think that I was so obvious. I was thinking that we are going to need a bigger goose next year with all of the new mouths to feed."

Jen shook her head and said, "I think that we will have a few years before we have to worry about a bigger goose. They won't be eating much until they are teenagers and then your son will probably be eating us out of house and home."

After everyone left, we sat on the sofa and cuddled. The only light in the room came from the small lights on the Christmas tree. I pulled Jen into me and held her tightly. She rested her head on my chest and soon she was breathing deeply and evenly, fast asleep.

I picked up my beautiful, pregnant wife and carried her to bed. I lay her on the bed and undressed her. After putting a flannel nightgown on her and covering her with the blanket, I got in next to her, put my arms around her and held her to me. Soon I joined my love in a deep restful sleep.

The next week was rather busy. Our first store was opening on New Year's Eve. It was a gala affair. Ben and Nelly, Clive and Lily were there and so were many others. It was going to be a good New Year. Believe me New Years Eve was a good time to open a spirits store.

Jen and I got back to the apartment around six and had a light dinner. After cleaning up, we took our tea and went into the living room. Around seven thirty Jen got a call from Coach Rossi and was informed that after today's meet the Crusaders had qualified for the State Champs. You could hear the team screaming and hollering in the background. 

After hanging up Jen, put her arms around me and held me tight. I looked into her eyes and kissed her. The kiss broke and Jen began to tear at my pants. Unbuckling the belt and fighting with the button and zipper. She got my pants open and shoved her hand into my briefs and began to roughly stroke my dick. 

"Oh Ron, oh god, Ron, I want you ...I need you...I need you right now."

By now she was practically tearing my shirt off. I had her blouse unbuttoned and had unhooked her bra. A few moments later my pants were on the floor, next to her skirt and panties. 

My hands were all over her body, petting and caressing her breasts, belly and her ass. Jen was jerking my dick with such passion and force, that for a moment I thought that she would pull my dick off.

She was moaning, not saying words, just inarticulate sounds of lust and love. I hand my hand between her legs and was playing her labial lips and every once in a while stroking the clitoral hood.

I then lifted her up and had her kneel on the couch leaning over the back. He beautiful round firm ass was there in front of me. I bent over and kissed her ass cheeks, then stood up and positioning my dock at the entrance of her vagina, I began to slowly enter her. However, as my dick began to spread her luscious wet lips, I was taken by a mad desire and I had to have her right now. 

I grabbed her hips and pulling her back into me, I rammed my dick completely into her with one lunge. Jen let out with a scream as she pushed back into me. I groaned as I started to pound my dick into my wife's cunt. I hammered into her with out any thought, just animal lust and desire.

Jen matched and even surpassed my insane fucking. She was pounding back into me, forcing my dick deeper and deeper into her hot wet cunt. We were oblivious to everything. Completely consumed by our carnal endeavors. Trying to reach that apex of pleasure and that all consuming orgasmic release.

Without any warning, Jen began to scream, to quake and whine. Her body went into spasms as she started to orgasm, crying out her love and desire for me.

As she did the muscles of her cunt squeezed and throbbed on my dick I knew that it would not be long before I sprayed the inside of Jen's vagina with my hot semen. I began to pound into her with renewed vigor and then I rammed my dick as far into her as possible and discharged volley after volley into her baby filled womb.

It seemed that we went on like this for hours, fucking and cumming, screaming and groaning. Until, finally being completely spent I fell over her back, holding most of my weight off of her. Jen slumped into the couch and reached back and put her hand on my cheek.

I put my hands around her chest and took her breasts in my hands. I fondled them, playing with and squeezing her nipples. 

"Ron, I love it when you play with my breasts. It feels so good and it makes me so hot. Please don't stop."

"Oh Jen, I won't ever stop loving your breasts, to me they are perfection." I whispered as I slipped out of her and sat on the couch.

Jen got up and sat on my lap. She wiggled her ass on my crotch and put her arms around my neck. She started to give me butterfly kisses all over my face saying, "Uumm that's good, I like that, delicious. That tastes really good."

She turned to face me, but her belly kept us apart. I really hadn't realized just how big she had become. I didn't say anything, she might start crying. It seemed that she would cry at the drop of a hat. Both Brian and Ben warned me about that.

I leaned over her belly and kissed her. I smiled at her and in a very serious voice said, "Excuse Ma'am, did I ever tell you just how beautiful you are? Well...if I haven't... I will tell you now. Genevieve North Fitzgibbons, You are the most beautiful woman in the world."

Jen looked at me and started to cry, "Oh, Ron, I love you so much." She put her arms around me and pulled me into her.

All of a sudden I felt the babies move. I looked down and I could actually see the skin on her belly move. "Look, your children are trying to kick me for making their mother cry."

She started to laugh through the tears and pushed at me. "You're insane," she giggled.

"Yes, I am. But it doesn't make me a bad person."

We got up and went into the bedroom, got into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.

THE STATE MEET and/or Welcome To Our World

The State Championships were held in mid February. It started on Friday afternoon and ended on Sunday afternoon. It was the weekend before the President's Week break. Jen was due any time now. Not quite past due but getting close. 

The meet was being held in Baltimore this year, actually the pool was closer to out apartment then Grant was. We were there for the opening ceremony to cheer the Crusaders on. All of the Water Rats were there, cheering for Grant and hooting at the other teams.

Friday wasn't a long day, ended around five thirty after a few heats were run. Saturday and Sunday would be the crunch days. 

We were there early Saturday morning. The day was long and the pool was hot and humid. But taking a break and going out was a shock. The mid February weather was cold. Jen and I stayed inside. I didn't find it all that bad but my poor wife was suffering. She was hot and sweaty, but her team was here and there was no way in hell that she was going to leave.

As the day wore on the Crusaders were holding their own. Not blowing everyone away but well in contention.

We were sitting in the bleachers. In the last row, so that Jen could lean back on the railing. We had the Water Rats and some of their parents with us. Ma Taylor (Jamal's Grandmother) was there, as were the Haney's, Charles' parents, making sure that their Dr. North was okay. Giving her water and juice and seeing that she ate.

Around 2:30 pm, Jen put her head on my shoulder and dozed off. I put my arm around her and held her close. All of a sudden, Jen jerked awake and said in a panicky voice, "Ron, I think that it's time. I think that my water broke."

Before I could react, Ma Taylor was there next to Jen and said, "Nothing to worry about, my dear. There is plenty of time. Nothing to worry about."

There was a large puddle of water under the bench and Jen was so embarrassed. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, my dear. All mothers go through this, it's the only way babies can be born," Ma Taylor laughed.




A Teachers Story Ch. 05



"But my pants are soaked," Jen whispered.

"I'll walk behind you," I stammered.

I had been all cool and calm the past few weeks, but now that it was time, I was trying not to go into a panic. I was forcing myself to breath deep and slowly, trying to think of one thing at a time.

It was working, until Jen stopped and said "Ooohhhh," and stiffened up, grabbing my hand and squeezed.

Ma Taylor, who was enjoying herself far too much in my thinking, laughed and said, "Oh yea, that baby is ready. But, don't worry my dear, we have plenty of time. All he is doin is letting you know that he wants out."

Coach Rossi appeared out of nowhere and started to ask Jen all sorts of questions. Rossi has a degree in nursing but decided that she didn't like it so she went into education. 

After talking to Jen and Ma Taylor she turned to me and said, "I think that you had better call your doctor and get Jen to the hospital. Oh yea, Fitz, call me as soon as that baby is born. Everyone here is going to drive me crazy wanting to know when it gets here."

Jen held Rossi's hand and said, "Thanks Anita."

"No problem, Jen," Rossi laughed, "Now get out of here before anyone realizes that you're leaving. If they see you they will go nuts."

The back of Jens pants were soaked, so Ma Taylor walked behind her and I held her arm as we slowly went towards the exit. I held her and said, "Don't worry love, we will make a quick and quite get away and be out of here before anyone notices that you are gone." YEA RIGHT.

As we got about half way to the exit, I heard someone yell, "Hey, Dr. North." Then it was like the place went wild, The Crusaders started to chant, "Dr. North... Dr. North... Dr. North..." and it was picked up by all of the Grant fans.

"So much for our quick, quiet get away," Jen laughed as she stopped, turned, put one hand on her belly and waved at the team. They went absolutely wild.

We could still hear the chant out in the parking lot. Ma Taylor drove Jen and I to the hospital and Andrew Haney drove my car. Even though I protested, Ma Taylor didn't want the expectant father to get behind the wheel.

We got to the Hospital in no time. Ma Taylor knows Baltimore and I think she learned to drive at NASCAR. Both of them walked us to the maternity ward where Dr Ross was waiting. Ma Taylor and Andrew left shortly after we arrived, but not before giving Jen hugs and kisses and wishing her a quick labor.

We were put into a room and after an examination by Dr Ross; she told us that we should take a hike. Literally, that we should go for a walk. She said that walking was the best thing Jen could do now. It would lessen the pain of the contractions and quicken the labor.

So, we walked, around the maternity floor, the main floor, into the cafeteria, the gift store, back to maternity only to start all over again. We would stop when Jen had a contraction and then continue when it stopped. While we walked we called Ben and Nellie and June and Brian, I would call Marcel and Catherine after the babies were born.

Around 11:30 pm, Jen really started to have contractions. Dr. Ross examined her and said, "Well ready or not here they come."

We went into the delivery room and Jen got into the birthing chair and sort of laid back. The nurses dressed me in those ugly green pants and shirt and put green cloth slippers on my feet and of course a hat and mask. Jen and Dr. Ross laughed when I walked into the delivery room, "You can take the mask off, your not fooling anybody, we know who you are."

The Nurses were giggling. "Thanks," I said to them, and they laughed even more.

I stood next to Jen holding her hand and wiping her brow. God it was terrible and it was wonderful. I hurt when Jen would scream out in pain as the contractions intensified. I would say all of the things that they told us to say at the Birthing Classes. I have no idea if it helped, but I said them anyway.

Then at 12:17 am, we welcomed James Michael into the world. Exactly nine minutes we welcomed his sister, Sandra Lois. Dr. Ross had Daddy cut the umbilical cords. After being examined, weighed and wrapped they were handed to me and I brought them to their mother, my wife, our Jen.

The nurses took photos of the four of us in the delivery room and then in Jens room. It was well after one when we were settled in the room. The children were taken to the nursery and Jen was finally able to relax. We made phone calls to June and Brian, Ben and Nellie and Clive and Lily and now I did call Marcel and Catherine and then Mama and Papa. We also called Abuela Maria and Tia Nadavia. They were so happy; their Jen was a mother and a mother of twins. Tia Nadavia laughed and said, "Well, we would expect no less from, El Hombre." 

As she laid in the bed, after all the calls we made, Jen held her arms out to me and I got into the bed with her. I put my arms around her and held her until she fell asleep. I slowly got out of the bed and spent the night in a lounge chair. One of the nurses must have thrown a blanked over me because I was covered when I woke up. 

I woke up a little before 6:00 am and called Coach Rossi. "Fitz, did Jen have the baby yet? Are they okay?" she asked.

"Jen is fine and James and Sandra are wonderful and beautiful."

"James AND Sandra, you guys have twins? When did that happen?" she gasped.

"Probably about nine months ago," I answered in a very serious voice.

"Very funny. Wow that's great Fitz, I'm really happy for the two of you. Give Jen my love and congratulations. The kids are going to go nuts when they hear about this."

"Oh yea, after you guys left yesterday, the team went wild, they started to clean up. Seeing Jen and having her wave must have inspired them. Let's see what they do today with the news about the twins."

"Well I better get going, and you have to get back to your wife and the twins. Wow, twins, that's great Fitz. See ya," she finished.

"Thanks Rossi, give our best to the team and tell them we are rooting for them...all four of us. Good luck today," I said and hung up.

When I got back to Jen's room, I found that the nurse brought the twins into the room so that they could be with their parents. She told Jen that she could try to nurse them, but not to expect much as her milk wouldn't come in for another day. But the children could start to suck. 

I sat there fascinated. Watching my children suck at Jen's breast. They didn't suck too long, they fell asleep.

Jen just sat there with them in her arms. She smiled at me and said, "Here, my love hold your children. I can see that you really want to."

I took the two precious bundles from Jan and sat in the lounge chair, put my feet up and cuddled with my children. My eyes got all misty as I looked at Michael and Sandra. I could feel them move in their sleep. I looked up at Jen and smiled. 

I could see the tears in her eyes. I got up out of the chair and sat on the bed next to her. I gave Sandy to her and I kept Jimmy. As we lay there, a woman's head poked in the door, Nellie.

"Are you guys decent?" she giggled and then said, "Oh Ben the babies are here."

Nellie ran over to Jen and hugged her cooing and ahhing over them. Ben came in and wanted to take photos. We spent the next ten minutes or so posing and having our pictures taken. The children woke up and started to cry, but soon quieted when their mother held them.

Just as Ben and Nellie were leaving, Lily and Clive arrived. Again cooing and photos. They left in the late afternoon. After dinner, when the babies were back in the nursery, Mommy and Daddy sat on the lounge chair and cuddled. Jen fell asleep on my lap and I started to doze. 

I woke up when we heard sort of a ruckus in the hallway. All of a sudden Jamal, Charles, Walter and Edward stormed into the room, Edward was carrying a huge trophy, which he placed on the windowsill. Charles and Walter ran behind Jen's bed and started to tack up a banner that read STATE CHAMPIONS – SECTION A – GRANT HIGH SCHOOL.

Rossi was standing in the doorway laughing and shaking her head. She said, "Don't worry the rest of them will be here but they had to stop and see the twins."

The four young men were all talking about the meet and how they blew all the other teams away. They didn't stand a chance and how they were dedicating the championship to Dr. North and their twins. 

The rest of the team were herded past the door by the nurses. Most just stuck their head in and wished us the best as we congratulated them. Naturally the Water Rats had to come in and see us, accusing me of holding back on them by not telling them that we were going to have twins. 

Slowly things quieted and Rossi started to push them out of the room saying that they had to get home and Dr. North needed to rest. She practically had to drag Jamal, Charles, Kisha and Marissa out. As they left, Kisha said, "Okay Coach, we're goin, but we have to go see our twins again."

I looked at Jen and she looked at me and we both said, "Our twins?"

Rossi was laughing and said, "You bet. The Crusaders have laid a claim on their twins." Then she looked at Jen and said, "Jen, remember when you first started as principal, you told me that you wanted to be part of your students lives, well you are there and they are also part of your lives. Your kids are now Grants Twins."

Jen smiled and said, "I guess your right, Anita, I guess your right."

To be continued, soon I hope.

In response to one of your inquiries, Yes, I am still alive. I apologize for taking so long to get this out. Ssome health problems sort of slowed me down. As I have heard it said, if I knew I would live this long I would have taken better care of my self when I was young. I would like to promise that I will have more soon, but based on the past I can't promise. But, I will really try.

Please let me know if you like it, the comments are very important to me. Again, please accept my apologies.