Mr. Robinson has a shift, and you and Sarah intend to relax

"It's been a busy week already. Honestly, I was just going to sit and home and relax all day," I tell my old teacher.

"That's not a bad idea. I picked up a full shift today, so the two of you will have the place to yourselves." He serves me a plate of food. "Go ahead and eat. It'll help with the hangover."

"What about Sarah?" I ask, the warm plate of food looking so enticing, I almost lick my lips.

"I've got a plate for her," he says. "I'll give it to her in bed. Don't wait up." That will be easy enough to do as you dig in to your plate. It's a good thing I covered up Sarah. That would have been bad. I hear a loud slap from the bedroom, followed immediately by a yelp from Sarah. What a prankster, waking her up with a loud noise like that. I manage to eat two full plates before I realize that Mr. Robinson is walking back. "She's up. It'll take her some time to digest what I fed her." He has a self-satisfied smirk on his face, no doubt from his little prank. "I'm off then. I'll be back in time for dinner."

"Good luck at work," I tell him. Sure enough, it takes a while before Sarah emerges from the room. She is bleary eyed, carrying the sheets to the washing machine. I'm a little dissapointed that she is back to wearing her baggy shirts, until I realize that the only other thing she has on besides that is a pair of panties. "I thought we just put those sheets on the other day," I say, trying to distract her from my eyes staring at her ass earlier.

"They got dirty. Really dirty," she says throwing them into the washer and starting the timer. She leans against the machine and lets out a long yawn. Even hungover, I feel worse for her, so I start to collect the dishes. When she sees what I'm doing, it's like she got shocked by a live wire. She jumps up and runs over, taking them out of my hands. "No! I will do those!" She says firmly.

I back away. "Uhhh, sure. If you insist." I sit back down at the table and watch her work. I basically just stare at her panty covered ass the whole time. Even with her ass bruised up and turning more purple, it still looks beyond amazing, and she is scrubbing so ferociously that her ass jiggles deliciously while she works. I feel myself getting hard, and usually I would leave or distract myself at this point. I'm too hungover right now to fight my urges, so my eyes stay glued to her fantastic ass until the last dish is done.

Afterwards, she puts clean sheets on the bed. Her eyes have deep circles underneath them, and between that and my hangover, when she goes to keep taking care of some chores, I stop her. "Let's take a break and just cuddle in bed, okay? Maybe watch a movie. A chick flick this time," I reassure her, remembering her reaction to the last movie selection.

"I'd like that," she says, snuggling up to me. We jump under the covers and put on a movie. Unsurprisingly, both of us are asleep before we hit the halfway point. Sarah wakes up to a text and groans. "Mr. Robinson forgot his lunch here and he wants me to bring it to him at the school."

Sarah still seems pretty tired, and the school isn't too far, so I tell her, "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. Just finish up your chores and I'll be back before you know it."

"Really Liam? It's not too much to ask?"

"For you, nothing is too much." I know it's corny, but we like corny and she rewards me with a deep kiss. I grab the paper bag from the fridge and head out. It's a short walk to the school, and a lot of old memories flood back as I set foot back on campus, most of them bad, but a few bright ones in there as well. I head over to the room number that he told Sarah he would be working in, and knock on the door. "Hey, it's me," I loudly announce myself. "I brought your lunch." I try the door handle, and find it locked.

"Just a second!" Mr. Robinson's voice comes back, slightly strained. I wait outside for a few minutes and can hear some scrambling until he finally opens the door. "I thought Sarah was coming," he says with a bit of confusion.

"She was going to. I offered to go for her instead," I tell him. "I hope that's okay."

"It's fine kid. I wanted something else from her, too, but I found someone else." That's when I see that he wasn't alone in the room. There is a female student that I recognize. Her name is Emily. She was a sophmore when Sarah and I were seniors, which would make her a senior now. She is a quiet, shy girl, who leans into the semi-goth asthetic, with black leggings, a short skirt, and a long sleeve shirt, and she keeps her black hair in a shorter cut. She looks like she got dressed in a hurry, as her clothes are all in a jumble, and her hair is a bit of a mess as well, not to mention her makeup.

I make a motion of wiping off the corner of my mouth when I see that she still has some mayo from her sandwich she must have eaten for lunch, and she quickly wipes it off and blushes and hurries out without a word. "We will finish what we were doing after school. Don't be late," he calls out after her.

"Poor girl," I say when she is out of earshot. "I know she has a lot of trouble at home, and she was getting bullied when I went here."

"Oh, I know," he said, but he almost sounds happy about it.

"It must be a lot for you to take her and Sarah under your wing," I tell him. "You must be exhausted doing all that at your age."

"Oh, it's more fun than you'd think. The trick is to stay hydrated." Then he gives me a wink. "I also make the girls do most of the work."

I don't really get it, but I laugh along with him. "I should head back. Enjoy your lunch," I tell him as I walk back to my apartment. He might downplay it, but having two young women to tutor like that, taking up a lot of his free time must be really taxing.