Next day at School

Waking up, you were still pretty stiff from getting knocked over by Jennifer Marlow. After a long hot shower, black coffee, and a muffin, you stumbled out the door. After a quick 20-minute drive, you arrived at campus. Checking in at the office, Principal Smalley showed you to your classroom.

Four years of work, and here you were in your classroom. The previous teachers' personal items had already been gathered to be given to her next of kin, but the room still was more hers than yours.

Your daily schedule, until they could hire a qualified cheerleading coach, was four classes, then lunch followed by two more classes, then afterschool activities.

The school day started off well. You called roll and then introduced yourself to your students. You then went over your expectations with the kids and your classroom rules. They, of course, had questions like what happened to Mrs. Rodriguez. Not wanting a lie, you told them she had passed away due to an accident, and they, of course were shaken up.

By the time 4th period came, word had gotten out about Mrs Rodriguez, so the kids weren't asking that question. You were looking at the rollbook as the students streamed into class when you heard a familiar voice call out, "Hey, Mr. Clarkson."

Looking up, you saw Jennifer Marlow and two other senior girls stroll into class. Today, she was wearing a white button-down shirt that was slightly damp from the heat and humidity. Looking at her skirt, you could see it was definitely shorter than yesterday, if it wasn't bending the dress code, it was breaking it.

After putting their things down, the three of them came up to my desk. "Once again, Im really sorry about yesterday," you nod, and she continues, "Yesterday, when i got home, i realized something of yours got mixed in with my things."

Opening her hand bag, she hands you your ID. As much as you want to, you couldn't rightly accuse her of being a pickpocket, so you just say, " Thanks."

"Kat, Janna, from what I hear, Mr Clarksons our coach this year." The two girls smile at you. Jennifer continues, "Mr. Clarkson, these are my friends and cheermates Katenya Rucheko from Ukraine and Janna Torres. "

Katenya Ruchenko was maybe an inch taller than Jennifer, so 5'9". She had almost Whiteblond hair with high arching eyebrows that gave her an almost elfin look. Her breasts were not as generous as either of her friends looked to be in the B range.

Janna Torres like most cheerleaders was not a tall girl clocked in 5'6. She has long silky black hair and the complexion common among latinas. Her body, it was like, was custom made to have babies. Her breasts were a gravity defying D cup. Her hips were wide, and her ass was the type that rappers would obsess over.

After returning your ID, the trio took their seats in he final row of desks. What came next for you was won of the most surreal 55 minues of your life. As earlier you started by calling roll, and intriducing yourself.

Then, as you started to go over the syllabus and expectation, calmly with sexy little smirk, Miss Marlow undid the top button on her shirt and stretched. Not wanting to call attention to jer behavior, you kept on with what you were saying.

Apparently, taking this as a challenge over the next 15 minutes, two more buttons came undone on her shirt, showing off more of her clevage when my eyes passed over her side of the room.

Getting to the point where you asked if any students had any questions. Kat raised her hand as i engaged with her question my mind was derailed entirely. Miss Marlow, without my noticing, had managed to pull her skirt up to her waist.

All i could see was her well toned cheerleader thigh, the slut wasnt wearing panties. Babbling what was hopefully a coherent awnser, i walked around my desk not wanting my student to see there brand new teacher get an erection in front of them. Sitting down turned out to be a grave error which Miss Marlow took full avantage of.

Still sporting that sexy smirk of hers, she spread her legs enough to give you a good look at her bare pussy. In a full mental panic you tell your class, "listen i want you all to read chapter one tonight and ill release you early to lunch this time, how does that sound."

The class of course loved it and started to pack up. Miss Marlow quickly pulled down her skirt and rebuttoned her shirt. As your class started streaming out a full 10 minutes early you call out, "Miss Marlow a minute please ?"

"Ill catch up," she says to her friends.

The classroom door closes, its just the two of you.