Goes great!

She cleaned the last bit of drool from her cheek and sat up straight in the chair. The clock on her laptop said 11:52. Lunch was already underway. Principal Flowners stood, smoothed her light green blouse, and tugged at the waistband of her pants one more time. They still sat lower than usual. She tucked the blouse in and left.

I need to get down there before the noise gets out of hand. I know how those kids can be.

She locked her office and walked the familiar hallways. The closer she got to the cafeteria the louder the sound became. Voices overlapped. Trays clattered. Laughter bounced off the high ceilings. When she pushed through the double doors the full wave of it hit her. Hundreds of students filled the long tables. Some stood in groups near the walls. Phones glowed in almost every hand.

Principal Flowners raised her voice the way she always did. “All right, volume down. We can talk without shouting across the room.”

A few heads turned. Most did not. She walked between the tables, stopping at one where three boys were laughing so hard one of them almost spilled his drink. “Gentlemen. Inside voices. Please.” She didn’t even want to acknowledge that they were all watching a dark skinned girl in a bikini shaking her breasts around on Hablo

They quieted for a second, then one of them muttered something she did not catch and they started talking again the moment she moved on, but quieter at least. When you lead a school of thousands, it’s the small wins. She kept going. At the next table a group of girls had their phones propped up and were watching something together, mouths open, eyes locked on the screens.

Dance videos. Of course. Hablo again.

She cleared her throat. “Phones away during lunch if you are going to be that loud about it.”

One of the girls looked up, startled, then quickly tilted the screen down. The others did the same. Principal Flowners felt a small flash of satisfaction. It did not last. The rules were going to change, but for now, nothing had been announced so it was important the she keep up the current social standing until after the Pep rally.

From the far side of the room she heard a burst of adult laughter. She turned.

A cluster of teachers sat at their usual table near the windows. Mrs. King was there, along with Coach Ellie, Mr. Johnson, and two younger teachers she did not know as well. They were leaning in, talking fast, smiling. One of the younger ones was showing something on her phone and the whole group cracked up again. Coach Ellie slapped the table lightly. Mrs. King covered her mouth but her shoulders still shook. Flowners was surprised that Mrs. King was laughing so hard, but the internet was full of all sorts of surprises.

When was the last time I sat with them like that? Heck, when’s the last time I laughed like that?

She walked over. The conversation stopped the second they noticed her. Mrs. King straightened, while Mr. Johnson set his sandwich down and Coach Ellie wiped a smile off her face and nodded politely.

“Principal Flowners,” Mrs. King said. “Everything all right?”

“Fine. Just making the rounds.” She stared at the empty chair at the end of the table waiting to see if anyone would offer her the chair, but no one spoke for a few seconds.

Coach Ellie cleared her throat. “We were just talking about the pep rally. The band is ready. Cheer is ready. Should be a good one.”

“Good,” Principal Flowners said. She tried to sound casual and talk about anything other than school. “We have an exciting plan set to restructure our learning program to help us focus our students. We will have each of you try to build deeper connections with our student body.”

The younger teachers exchanged a quick look. Mr. Johnson nodded slowly. “That is an interesting idea. Is there anything else we can help you with?”

Mrs. King folded her hands. She smiled. “We can try it. Of course.”

The conversation did not pick back up. Principal Flowners asked about their classes. They answered in short, polite sentences. She asked if the scores in their departments had shown any improvement this week. More short answers. Someone mentioned a new lab experiment. Someone else mentioned a paper deadline. Then silence settled in again.

They do not want me here.

She felt it in the way they held their trays a little tighter and the way their eyes kept drifting past her toward the rest of the room. She had been the principal for fifteen years. She was the one who evaluated them, the one who signed off on their schedules, the one who called them into her office when something went wrong. Friendly lunch chat was not part of the usual routine. She could be like them though. If she really wanted to. She felt it in her body, in her mind. There was something in her that could be young and relatable again. She was sure of it.

Principal Flowners stood up. “I should keep circulating. Enjoy the rest of your lunch.”

They all nodded and said the right things. The moment she walked away she heard the soft return of their earlier laughter. It stung more than she expected.

She moved along the edge of the cafeteria, scanning the tables without really seeing them. Her pants slipped again. She yanked them up and kept walking, but she did notice that her breasts slightly lighter as if they had found an old strength. With two massive tits on her chest, they went down pretty young, but there was a feeling like wearing a more supportive bra. It was odd.

Near the middle of the room a group of girls in matching practice shorts and tank tops sat together. Cheerleaders. Emily Charleston was in the middle of them, blonde hair in a high ponytail, laughing at something on her phone. Beside her sat a tall boy in a Fairmont football shirt. Broad shoulders. Easy smile. Dark hair that fell just a little over his forehead. CJ. The wide receiver everyone talked about. Even Principal Flowners had heard the coaches mention him in meetings.

Her eyes stayed on him longer than they should have. The eighteen year old had a certain easy going charm as he smiled unabashedly.

Cute. Really cute.

She blinked and forced the thought away. She was the principal, she shouldn’t show interest in a high school senior unless he was super-duper cute. She walked over anyway.

“Emily. Good to see the squad together.”

Emily looked up, surprised, then put on a polite smile. “Hi, Principal Flowners.” She gave her friends ‘a look’.

The other girls quieted and giggled. CJ glanced up from his own phone and gave a short nod. “Principal.”

“Mind if I sit for a minute?” She did not wait for an answer. She took the open spot at the end of the bench. The cheerleaders shifted to make room. CJ stayed where he was, one arm resting on the table.

Principal Flowners folded her hands. “I wanted to ask you all something. The school has been looking at ways to improve how we connect with students.” For the life of her, she couldn’t pin down exactly why she was talking to this random group when she had already dealt with a controlled sample of the student population yesterday, but so much of her felt like it was moving from an instinct that she still couldn’t fully understand. “If you could change one thing about Fairmont, what would it be?”

Emily tilted her head. “Like, for real? Is this about the issue from yesterday?”

“For real and yes.”

Emily glanced at the other girls. One of them, a shorter girl with dark hair, spoke first. “A longer lunch, please. We barely have time to eat before the next bell.”

Another girl nodded. “And the dress code is so random. Some teachers care. Some don’t. It’s just confusing.”

CJ finally spoke. His voice was lower than she expected. “I hate the Hablo rankings. You post something and if it does not hit right away your score drops. Then you feel like you have to post more just to stay visible. It’s fucking exhausting.” The surrounding noise died at the sound of the bad word. Nobody cursed in front of or near Principal FLowers. She was adamant that what we say is who we become and had suspended students for less. And the game was on Saturday. If there was a time to set a precedent it was here and now.

“Umm, yes.” She looked at his pretty eyes and the way his feathery hair framed his cute face.

OMG he’s such a dreamboat!

Principal Flowners leaned in a little. “That does sound exhausting. Is the rest of the team in on it too.”

Nobody at the table could believe it. CJ knew better than to question it. “Yeah. Most of the team is. Sponsors like football guys, so I got a small local gym deal last month.”

Emily held up her phone. On the screen, she was doing a sharp dance routine in the school hallway. The caption had the Hablo logo and a string of fire emojis next to the words ‘It feels good to be young.’

“This one is blowing up right now. Half the squad tried this shit at practice yesterday.”

Principal Flowners knew that the young girl was doing it on purpose, but to correct her now and not CJ made her seem weak and undecided. She bit her tongue and took the abuse. She watched the short clip. The girl on the screen moved with easy confidence, hips sharp, arms clean. She tilted forward and put her hands around her breasts, pushing them together to make them look bigger with a pouty face. Instead of feeling angry, Abigail felt herself grow jealous at the attention as comments flew across the screen talking about how good her breast looked, her toned legs, her athleticism. She could do that.

She pulled her eyes away, and quickly tried to change the subject, “What about the actual classes? Do you feel like the teachers are connected to you?” Emily laughed. She was enjoying this- making her Principal squirm.

The shorter girl answered. “Most of them are fine. Some of them talk at us the whole period, so that makes it suuuper hard to care or whatever.”

Emily looked at Principal Flowners with a knowing look. Her voice was slightly igh pitched and perfectly annoying like one of the Mean Girls from the movie.“Why are you asking us this? Usually you just make the announcements over the intercom and now your sitting here… like what’s the point.”

Principal Flowners felt heat rise in her face. She tugged at her blouse. “I am trying something new.”

CJ spoke again. “That’s lowkey kind of cool, actually. I’ve never had a principal talk to me about what I want.”

She blushed, despite herself and almost smiled. “Well, what you want is important.” She clarified, “You as in the student population. Not, you specifically.”

A bell rang in the distance. Five minutes left of lunch, so students started packing trays and standing up. The cheerleaders gathered their bags. Emily stood and gave a small wave. “See you at the pep rally, Principal Flowners.”

CJ rose too. He was taller than she realized when he was sitting, and he looked down at her with that easy smile. “Thanks.” He winked at her.

She stood and adjusted her pants one more time. It was only then she realized that the way she was sitting had left her belly button and stomach poking out because of the way the pants were set. The seniors had seen it, her exposed navel.

She walked toward the exit, but her steps felt lighter than they had that morning. She caught a glimpse of herself in the glass of the double doors as she pushed them open. She had the same blonde hair, same face, but the lines around her eyes looked softer.

* * *

10 minutes until the pep rally, she looked in the mirror. She could do this. Her plan was solid and she knew it. There was just one thing missing.

She went to her mirror and thought of the athletic senior cheerleaders in their sexy outfits where they show so much skin. She was a respected principal and wasn’t trying to impress anyone. Especially not CJ with his cute smile and towering height which definitely did not make her weak in the knees.

Regardless it was a fairly hot day, and there was nothing wrong with showing a little bit of skin, so the MILFY principal undid the top button of her blouse, and made her way to the gym.

AUTHORS NOTE: An ongoing story, that’s getting Chapter 6 and Chapter 7 this weekend on Patreon and SubscribeStar!

If that’s not your style, I hope you’re still able to enjoy this one on its own and, as always, I appreciate your feedback.