Conversation with Miss Moreau and Preparing for Saturday

Friday went by smoothly, giving Zack plenty of time to think about how he would ask Miss Moreau about doing the interview. “Just go up and ask her Zack, the worst she can say is no, but I don’t think you need to worry about that.” Chloe was standing with Zack at his locker before his class with Miss Moreau. Zack looked at her, “Vicky said the same thing, you both seem pretty confident that Miss Moreau likes me that much.” Chloe rolled her eyes, “Zack, Miss Moreau couldn’t be more obvious with how much she likes you as a student. She couldn’t do more without straight up fawning over you.” Zack rolled his eyes, “Now I know you are overexaggerating.” Cloe shrugged, “Regardless, just ask her and stop stressing over it. It’s not like they will kick you off the paper for something outside of your control.” Zack looked thoughtful, “I suppose you are right, thanks Chlo.”

Chloe lightly punched him in the arm before they both headed to their classes. Zack sat through Miss Moreau’s class, doing his best not to think about what he would need to do after class was over. Miss Moreau didn’t make it easy as every time she looked at him Zack felt like she knew something. He did his best to pay attention and concentrate, but again Miss Moreau didn’t make it easy with the tight pencil skirt she was wearing. Every time Zack got a look at her tight ass his mind wandered to less than pure thoughts. Daydreams of them alone in the classroom, and his teacher giving him a striptease that leads to her giving him a blowjob and then to full blown sex. The bell signaling the end of class broke him out of his daydreams and back to the reality of what he needed to do.

As the rest of the class packed up and left quickly for lunch, Zack took his time until he was alone in the room with Miss Moreau. Mary tilted her head as she noticed Zack still in the room, “Is everything alright Zack?” Zack blushed as he looked at his teacher and rubbed the back of his neck, “Y-Yeah, I just needed to ask you something.” Miss Moreau smiled kindly, “What’s on your mind Zack?” Zack picked up his bag and moved to stand in front of her, “W-Well, I-I joined the s-school paper…” Mary held up a hand, “Take a deep breath Zack and calm down.” Zack did as she said before trying again, “Ok, I joined the school paper and I had an idea for something we could do for the first edition.” Miss Moreau tilted her head, “Ok? What did you need from me?” Zack took another deep breath, “W-Well I was wondering if I could interview you, so the students can learn a bit more about you besides that you are just their teacher. I felt it would help endear you to both your current and future students.”

Miss Moreau’s mouth had fallen agape in surprise as Zack rushed out his proposal, “Y-You want to interview me?” A slight blush came to her face as she fidgeted adorably, “I-I don’t know Zack…” Zack went on the attack with his sales pitch, “Come on Miss Moreau, the students already love you as their teacher and I am sure there are more than a few that would love to learn more about you, the person. I won’t make it overly long, just a few questions and I won’t write down anything you don’t want me to.” Mary Moreau looked at her favorite student’s eager face and bright eyes and she just couldn’t say no, “A-Alright Zack. Meet me after class Monday and we can discuss a good time to do this alright? That will also give me some time to wrap my head around this idea of yours.” Zack nearly jumped in happiness, “Thank you so much Miss Moreau! I promise this will be great! I will see you on Monday!” Mary watched Zack dash off to lunch with a bewildered smile on her face, “I hope he doesn’t come to regret this idea.”

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Zack was riding high the rest of school after his talk with Miss Moreau. He had sent a text to Vicky right after to let her know he had gotten the interview. Vicky had sent a text back, telling Zack they would talk a bit about tomorrow at the get together. So it was that Zack was on cloud nine all the way to Saturday afternoon. Chloe and Paris were in his room, trying to help him pick out something to wear. Paris giggled, “And boys say girls take forever to get ready.” The two girls laughed as Zack rolled his eyes, “I don’t want Heather to think I look like a bum and Vicky is going to be there, I want to look presentable and you both know how I have zero taste for what looks nice.” The two girls laughed harder at that causing Zack to toss his hands up in frustration.

After the girls had calmed down they both looked at Zack critically, Chloe was the first to speak, “I think you are overthinking things here Zack. I doubt Heather, Ash or Vicky expect you to show up dressed to the nines. Just pick out a nice pair of jeans and a nice polo shirt and you will look fine. We are just going to Alfred's, it's not like we are going to some fancy restaurant.” Paris nodded her agreement, “Yeah, you don’t have to get all dressed up. I bet you Heather is going to be wearing some kind of top that shows plenty of cleavage and pants that look like they are painted on. She isn’t going to be dressed like it’s some fancy gala. Don’t stress so much, or are you stressing for another reason?”

Zack sighed as he sat on the bed between the two girls, “I just don’t want things to go wrong and I am also a little afraid of my parents finding out who I am hanging out with tonight besides you two.” The two girls shared a sympathetic look before hugging Zack, their breasts pressing against his arms. If Zack hadn’t been so worried and if the two girls had been anyone else Zack would think he had died and gone to heaven. Chloe pulled back, “Zack, I still think you should at least tell your mom. I don’t think she would freak out on you. I could kind of see your dad freaking out, but I think Monica would support your decision to have a relationship with your cousin.” Paris nodded, “Chloe is right, it’s clear not saying anything is stressing you out, at least if you tell Monica, you will have gotten it off your chest.”

Zack sighed, “I know, I know, it’s just hard. I have spent my whole life thinking that the Ravers side of the family are some big evil corporate goons, because of some mysterious thing that happened between dad and my uncle, but I never thought it was fair that whatever issue those two have should affect me, Taylor or Heather. I want to make my own decision on how good or bad Heather or even Uncle Robert might be.” None of the teens had heard anyone come down the stairs so they all jumped in surprise at the new voice in the room, “Zack, your father and I never intended for you to feel that way.” Monica Bishop stood on the stairs, her eyes misty having caught what Zack had said, “I want you to be able to make your own judgements on people. Perhaps it was a mistake for Daniel and I to be so quiet about your uncle and his family.”

Zack looked over at his mom, “I-I’m sorry mom I didn’t want to keep my meeting with Heather from you, but I was scared at how you and dad would react.” Monica rushed down the stairs and pulled her son into a tight hug, “I can’t speak for your father, but I am glad you are trying to get to know Heather and you are right that what happened between your father and Robert should not affect you kids.” Zack hugged his mom back noticing that Chloe wiped away some tears causing Zack to smile and be thankful he had so many supportive people in his life. He pulled back from Monica, “Please don’t tell dad yet, I will tell him after I get to know Heather a bit.” Monica smiled and kissed her son’s cheek, “Alright, I can’t say I blame you. Don’t worry about your father and just go and enjoy your night out ok?” Zack smiled and nodded, “Alright mom, I will do my best.” Zack looked at the three women in the room as they bustled about trying to find a decent outfit, since they knew Zack would take too long on his own. He smiled once again and wiped away some tears himself as he was once again thankful for these three wonderful and supportive women he had in his life.