Love Lessons

The trio jumped back from the door and turned, all at once, to see Mrs. Harmony Griffin approaching. The 38-year-old Math teacher was a more recent addition to the faculty, newer even than Ms. Moreau, though she was mostly known to the students because her son, Leon, attended the school. Possibly because her son attended the school, she maintained a professional decorum with the students, though not so professional as to be considered as strict as Mr. Ward, but it meant that in her short time there she had failed to become quite as beloved as Ms. Moreau.

For that reason, Heather and Madison were unsure whether she would come down hard on them for being in the school or not, or let it slide with a warning. Peter completely lacking any idea who this woman was had no idea what to expect, though he figured from her presence at the school and her age that she was a teacher, and that probably wasn’t good for them. Still, she at least gave them a chance to explain as she approached, looking at the two students she recognized and the young man that she didn’t.

Heather stepped sideways, drawing Mrs. Griffin’s attention away from the door, and said, “Sorry, Mrs. This is my friend, Peter Zander.” She gestured towards the older boy, who smiled awkwardly. “He’s an alumnus of this school and he was visiting over Spring Break. We thought it would be fun to show him the old stomping grounds, so to speak, but we were surprised to find the school was open. As soon as we realized what was going on here today, we decided to leave. Though not quick enough, it seems.”

Harmony’s hazel eyes turned to Peter, assessing whether he looked like he could be a former student. He certainly looked college age, and handsome too. But she couldn’t let good looks fool her.

“So, you’re an alumnus?” she queried. “Where do you study?”

“At Green Hills,” Peter answered earnestly. “I’m studying English, though some day, I hope to be a writer.”

“Oh, literature? I bet you got into it because of Ms. Moreau,” Harmony said, eyeing Peter carefully, for his reaction. “I’ve heard a lot of students have a newfound interest in that subject because of her.”

Peter chuckled, slightly worried about being connected to Mary, but he banked on the fact that this was a trick question, intended to catch him off-guard. “Oh, no, I was gone before she came long. But Heather and Madison speak very highly of her. Maybe I’ll come back some time and meet her for myself.”

“Just so you know, even being on the grounds outside of term time is prohibited,” she noted, before her face softened and she let out a small shrug. “But I suppose I can understand, so long as seeing your old school is all you were here to do.”

“Of course,” Heather said. “Well, we’ll be going now. Thanks for being so understanding, Mrs. Griffin. I guess Ms. Moreau isn’t the only cool teacher around here.”

Harmony smiled to herself. She knew it was rather silly, that it shouldn’t really matter what her students thought of her; she was here to do a job, to educate them, not to be their friend. But hearing them call her ‘cool’ did give her a very clichéd warm and fuzzy feeling inside her chest, and it gave her a little pep in her step as she headed back to the classroom, back to teacher training, without watching the three leave. If she had, she might have seen Chloe and Coach Mueller, still in the parking lot…

The bulbous head of Mr. Ward’s cock pressed against her tight, wrinkled asshole. Ashley felt her ring resist him, initially but the twitching of her teased pussy made her darker hole spasm too, flexing and stretching around his very tip. He prodded at her hole with a little more pressure and it began to slowly open, for his cockhead. She gasped against the desk even though it wasn’t quite in yet, aroused more by the thought of the cock that was about to penetrate her ass. It would only be the third cock to ever enter her asshole, and it belonged to her chemistry teacher.

“Jacob?”

The voice called out clearly, echoing in the halls outside the classroom. It made the teacher pause, his cock just about to breach Ashley’s ass. He recognized the voice as Mary Moreau’s, his ex-fiancée and still occasional lover. It would be bad if anyone caught him punishing Ashley like he was, but worse if it was Mary. Still, he waited, holding his breath, listening for whether the woman was coming or going. If she left, maybe he’d still have a little time to punish Ashley a little further…

“Jacob?”

His name rang out again, this time louder and closer, and he knew his time was up. With a sigh of disappointment, he zipped himself back up while leaning over Ashley’s prone body. She too had been holding her breath, only gasping when she felt him pull away, but her body tensed again when she felt his body on hers, his palm on the curve of her ass as he brought his mouth near to her ear and whispered.

“Saved by the bell,” he quipped, letting her hear the disappointment in his voice. “Now, be a good girl, or perhaps I’ll have to ‘punish’ you again.”

Ashley felt a shiver run down her spine. He lifted himself off her and began walking towards the classroom door as if he hadn’t almost put his cock in her ass just seconds before. Her ass that was still exposed, red and tingling from where he’d spanked her, hard. Even in the dim lighting it seemed to glow. Her pussy tingled too, and glistened with wetness though that wasn’t so obvious in the dark of the classroom. She wasn’t sure whether to be glad Mr. Ward had been stopped before going any further, or frustrated that he’d gotten her so horny without getting her off. Perhaps that was the real punishment.

“In here, Mary,” Mr. Ward said, opening the door to the hall. “I was just dealing with a trespassing student.”

Ashley managed to straighten up and smooth out her skirt down over her ass just as Mary Moreau came to stand in the doorway. The cheerleader tried to lean back against the desk, but winced as her sore bottom came into contact with the table’s edge. She played it off as an awkward smile.

“Ashley!” she exclaimed joyously. “There you are. I wondered where you got to.”

“You...you knew she was in the school?” Mr. Ward balked, as he looked at the woman he wanted to be his wife up and down. “And why do you look so mussed? Your hair is all over the place.”

“Ah, yes, well, that’s because I, um, slipped, in the bathroom, you see,” Mary lied, as she waved for Ashley to join them by the door.

“Good heavens, are you okay?” He asked, leaning back and looking at her once again, this time checking for any harm. “I thought you looked a little unsteady on your feet.”

“Haha, yes, but I’m fine. Just a bit shaken,” she insisted, covering for the fact that it was a nice, young cock pounding her pussy that had left her legs weak. “I met, Ashley here, who said she had forgotten something in school, and asked her to fetch me a hairbrush.”

Mary wasn’t the only one who walked with uneasy footsteps. Ashley crossed the classroom to the door, joining her teachers by the door, the horniness and the sensitivity of her raw ass making each step a strange sensation of pleasure and pain. She bit her tongue and tried to look normal, not like she might collapse into a panting mess at any moment.

“Then why were you calling my name if you were looking for Ashley?” he challenged her, sensing that there was still something not quite right about their stories.

“Because I…I heard your voice, of course, and knew you must be nearby,” Mary continued lying, lying upon lies just to cover up the original lie. And when that didn’t work, she deflected. “What is this anyway, twenty questions? We should be getting back to the training now. If the two of us are missing for too long together, rumors will start.”

“Right, yes,” he agreed, not wanting their relationship to interfere with their personal careers. He looked sideways at Ashley. “But what about her?”

“I’m sure Miss Woodsen can find her own way out.” Ms Moreau hooked her arm in his and lead him away. She looked over her shoulder, staring pointedly at Ashley. “Run along now,” she said, just before she mouthed the words ‘thank you’.

Though it was only several seconds, it felt like a long time before anything was said between them. A light breeze passed by, making Chloe’s nipples even stiffer as if they weren’t hard enough from the sheer arousal of flashing her favorite teacher, and the innate thrill of publicly exposing herself. If her friends in the school were watching, they could definitely see her large, full tits completely bare. Anyone could see them right now. But the only person she cared about seeing them was the man in front of her, her coach, who hadn’t said a word since she pulled up her top. He simply stood, gaping repeatedly like a fish. She took that as a good sign.

“Well?” she pressed him again. “If I don’t hear you say it, I won’t believe you. You’re just telling me that I’m beautiful to make me feel better. There’s no way a real man like yourself could possibly like these big, overbearing things.”

“Ch-Chloe…fuck…” he stammered, his eyes bouncing between her face and her breasts, unable to even pretend to be making eye contact. He just couldn’t believe her naked breasts were right in front of him, that she was allowing him such a prolonged view so that he felt that the swell and the roundness and her pink, protruding nipples were burnt into his memory. “Can’t you see that I’m speechless?”

“Is that a good thing?” she teased him as she used her arms to push her breasts together, creating cleavage, while her hands kept her clothes pushed up towards her neck. “Honestly, it’d be more flattering to hear you say it.”

“You’re going to be the **** of me, I swear.” He swallowed as he continued to ogle her tits openly, since she was putting on such a flagrant presentation for him. He’d seen her chest, contained in sports bras and t-shirts, and even then he could tell by the magnificent swell in her chest that her breasts would be large, but, even so, seeing them up close and personal, before his eyes made it obvious that they much bigger and better than he had imagined. He could almost see himself, pushing his cock between her boobs, watching it getting lost as they enveloped his entire length. He relented, unable to stop himself from staring, and imagining, so he might as well admit it. “Your tits are spectacular.”

“Do…do you wanna touch them?” she asked, biting her lip as she propositioned her teacher, offering him a chance to cross the line. “You could tell me if they feel as good as they look.”

“Oh, fuck, oh Chloe, I…” He hesitated, bringing his hand up from his side, and just about to reach out, before he came to his senses and snapped his hand back to his chest. “I…I can’t.”

“If you’re worried about your job, don’t. I swear I won’t tell anyone. I’m not one of those girls who tricks a man into doing what she wants, then cries and plays the victim. Honestly…” She felt herself blushing, revealing herself emotionally causing her slightly more embarrassment than openly showing him her chest. “I’m only doing this because I think you’re hot. And if you think I’m hot too, then, well, really, we’re just two consenting adults, aren’t we? The school doesn’t really have to know. No one has to know.”

The logic made a lot of sense to Coach Mueller in that moment, though he couldn’t tell if it was because she was really making a reasoned argument or if it was just the erection in his trousers doing all the thinking now that the blood had mostly drained away from his brain. It was almost enough to make him reach out and touch her, but again, he stopped himself before his fingers could actually make contact. “No…no…you don’t understand. It’s not just the school. Chloe, I’m married.”

Chloe’s hands fell open along with her mouth, dropping her top so that it fell back over her breasts, covering them partially. The clothing hung upon the slopes of her tits so that a good amount of underboob was still visible. Though how much she was still exposing the man wasn’t high on Chloe’s list of priorities. She was much more concerned by how close she came to making a married man cheat on his wife. She already felt accountable, in part, for Gavin’s break up with Victoria. She wasn’t sure if she could handle being responsible for an actual divorce.

“M-married?” she repeated, confused as to how she couldn’t have known. She pictured his hands, rubbing her sore leg after a fall during practice. “I…I’ve never seen you wearing a wedding ring.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” he admitted, feeling sheepish and guilty that he’d even let it get this far without mentioning it. “I take my ring off when I’m coaching so it doesn’t get lost or scratched. I’m sorry, Chloe, I should have said-”

“You’re sorry?” she laughed as she interrupted him. “I flashed you. I’m the one who should be apologizing. Even if you’re not wearing a ring, I just kind of assumed…”

“I’m your teacher, and I’m the one in a relationship, so it’s really my responsibility,” he argued congenially. “Even so, since nothing happened, I mean, I feel like I’m being unfaithful by just having to ask this but…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep this to myself.” Though, even if she wanted to, the others inside the school would know about it. “It’s not like I want to go around spreading the story of how I embarrassed myself by showing my tits to my married teacher.”

Just hearing her say the word ‘tits’ made his cock throb and he had to consciously **** himself not to drop his eyes back to her half-covered breasts. Instead, he focused on reassuring her. “You didn’t embarrass yourself. If the circumstances were different, then there’s no way I’d be able to resist you, but..”

“Well, I have no intention of being a homewrecker,” Chloe replied, after leaving his ‘but’ lingering in the air for a moment. She stuck out her tongue and said, “If you ever want to trade in for a younger model though, you know where to find me.”

His cock was rock hard and practically pitching a tent by now. He knew it was time to get out of there while he still had the good sense to do so. “Shit, Chloe, I, uh, I better go.” He didn’t wait for a reply before turning and dashing away, paying no attention to his surroundings.

That he was in such a hurry to get back into the relative safety of the school building meant that he sped right past Heather, Madison and Peter as they crouched between two cars. They waited until the coach had left completely, disappearing into the school, and Chloe waved them out. They rejoined her just as she fixed her top and repositioned her bra back in place under her breasts.

“What did you do to that poor man?” Madison asked, looking back at the building. “He looked terrified.”

“Nothing. And nothing is going to happen, with you or me or otherwise,” Chloe explained, figuring that she could trust these three since they’d already seen what had happened. “He’s married.”

“Must still be a good man. Marriage wouldn’t stop a lot of men from cheating,” Heather said, stepping beside Chloe. “Especially not when you shove these bad boys in his face. I don’t know how he could resist.”

Heather shoved her hands under Chloe’s arms and grabbed her boobs, one in each palm Her fingers grazed over her sensitive nipples, and then she gave them a squeeze, causing Chloe to let out a rather erotic sigh, to the shock of everyone present. Heather had only touched her playfully, and hadn’t quite expected such an honest, aroused response.

“S-sorry,” Chloe said in a half whimper. “I got quite excited and then nothing happened, so when you touched me…”

“I figured,” Heather said, laughing as she removed her hands from Chloe’s chest. “Sounds like you’re as worked up as me now.”

“I’ll be fine, as soon as we get back to the cabin,” Chloe said, thinking of her blue dildo. It wasn’t as good as a real cock, but she could always fantasize about playing the other woman to Coach Mueller without any of the real-life consequences. “Are we just waiting on Ashley?”

“Yeah, and hopefully she gets here soon,” Heather noted while checking her phone. “Kendra sent a message while we were hiding. Gavin’s back at the cabin and apparently something big has happened that we all need to hear.”

“Oh, look, here she comes now,” Peter said, pointing towards the petite blonde, waddling slowly out of the school.

“Is she okay?” Madison asked, wondering if everyone else had noticed her gait. “She looks like she’s walking funny.”

With her slow pace, and weak legs, it took Ashley a few minutes to make it from the school to the others. When she finally reached her friends, she refused to explain, simply telling them, “I do not want to talk about it.”

Having successful escaped the school without getting expelled, a miracle really, they counted their blessings and made their way back to the cabin, the girls in Heather’s car, and Peter following in his own.