Notes on a Scandal

“Yes, yes, fuck me, keep fucking me, I’m close, I’m so close, I’m gonna come.”

Ms. Moreau’s eager voice penetrated the air. Part of her knew that she’d been down here for too long. The more time she spent away from the teacher training, the more likely it was that they’d send someone to look for her. But though that knowledge lingered in her head, it wasn’t really the reason that she was encouraging him, urging him on. She just really wanted to cum, to orgasm around his young cock, his thrusts driving her closer and closer until she needed it like she needed air to breathe. It didn’t matter how long she’d been gone, she just needed to cum.

“Fuck yes, cum, cum for me…Heather? Chloe?”

As one might imagine, it irritated the young teacher that he called out another girl’s name while fucking her. And not just one, but two. True, they weren’t official or exclusive, but she didn’t imagine Peter as they kind of guy who fucked around so much that he couldn’t keep his women straight. But something about his tone, more shocked than aroused, made her open her eyes. She saw him, looking not at her but at her door. Following his line of sight, she saw for herself, her own eyes widening as she scrambled to straighten her clothes and cover herself, her students standing, watching from the door.

She hadn’t heard the door open over the sound of her own moans, the wet noise her pussy made as his cock expelled the water within, or over the squeaking, scraping sound of the desk as it was shifted back and forth in time with Peter’s thrusts. Peter hadn’t heard it either, but he had felt a sudden draft of air, and curiously looked around, only to see Heather Ravers and Chloe McRose looking back at him. Just outside he could see Madison Cole too glancing into the room while she kept watch from the hall.

“W-what are you doing here?” She demanded, closing her legs as Peter stepped back and pulled up his pants. “Students aren’t supposed to be in the school today.”

“Heh, yeah, sorry. I’ll tell you about it, but, later,” Heather said, clearing her throat and looking out the door to Madison, who nodded to indicate the way was still clear. “For now, we gotta get both of you out of here first and foremost. Mr. Ward is on his way.”

“Jacob?” Ms. Moreau looked up from fixing her skirt down around her thighs, covering her askew panties and dripping pussy. “Shit, shit, shit. I knew I shouldn’t have talked you into this, but seeing you here, so suddenly, I…I couldn’t help myself.”

“No, it’s my fault,” Peter said, shaking his head, as he put a hand on the teacher’s face and turned her to look at him. “I couldn’t wait until later either.”

“Listen, I hate to keep interrupting, but we don’t have time for this,” Heather insisted, feeling more awkward about intruding on their emotional dialogue than having walked in on them having sex. “I don’t know how long Ashley will be able to keep him pre-occupied.”

“Ashley?” Ms. Moreau replied, as she ran her hands over her hair a couple of times, flattening it into some kind of shape, though it wasn’t quite as neat as she usually preferred. “Miss Woodsen is here too?”

“Yeah. She volunteered to run interference with Mr. Ward,” Heather explained, as she looked back at Madison, constantly expecting her to alert them to the chemistry teacher’s approach. “You know what he’s like though. He won’t be distracted by her for long.”

“Okay, you kids get out of here,” Mary ordered, putting on her teaching voice, though it was off-set by the fact that her blouse still hung off one shoulder. “I’ll find Jacob, I mean, Mr. Ward, and make sure he isn’t too tough on her.”

“Can I see you later?” Peter asked as he reached out and adjusted her top. “You haven’t gone sour on me because of this, have you?”

The teacher shook her head, her auburn hair bouncing along. “I’m soured on ever doing anything like this in public again, but, no, not on you,” she confessed, and added. “I’ll text you when I’m done today.” Peter leaned forward to kiss her goodbye, but she leaned back, glancing at the teenagers. “Not in front of them.”

“I think we can handle a little tongue on tongue after what we just seen,” Heather said, though she still wheeled around so that her back was to the couple. Chloe followed suit, and Madison outside kept her eyes on the corridor.

“Oh, lord, I’m never going to live this down. I won’t be able to look at any of you girls in class without thinking about…this…” Ms. Moreau admitted, though even amidst her apparent guilt and shame the girls still heard the sound of lips smacking behind them, proof of the deed done.

“Trust me, I don’t think any of us will be forgetting any of this any time soon,” Heather said, looking around at her teacher’s flushed face, just as her lips parted from Peter’s. “But you can also trust that we won’t tell a soul. We like you. You’re one of the coolest teachers at this school, which is why he didn’t want to leave you just to be caught by Mr. Ward.”

“I appreciate that,” she said, with a small smile, as she led them out of the classroom. “Alright, go on, get out of here then. I’ll find Miss. Woodsen.”

“Thanks,” the three girls said in unison, as they began sprinting down the hallway, back the way they had come in, with Heather’s hand on Peter’s wrist, dragging him along. Even though he knew he had to get out of there, he also didn’t want to leave Mary. He took one last glance over his shoulder, and caught her glimpsing him once more too before she turned the corner, the pair sharing a look before slipping out of sight.

“Alright spill,” Madison said, bossily. She didn’t know Peter well, but she was far too curious to care about niceties. And besides, she had just seen him with his pants down and getting his cock wet.

“Yeah, how did you manage that?” Chloe asked, with a little more tact.

“There’s not much to tell,” Peter laughed, the attention reminding him of when he dated Hannah. People used to ask how he’d pulled that off too. “We met at a conference for ‘English language and Writing’ last month. She was there as part of her training, and I was there to network with other people in the field, particularly publishers and agents. We sat next to each other at a seminar and hit it off, and well, one thing led to another.”

“Wow, sex on the first date. I’m impressed, Ms. Moreau,” Heather said with a chuckle, as if the woman was right next to her. “But it was clearly more than a one night stand.”

“Well, we stayed in touch after that, but things were more complicated than they seemed. She was still engaged to Jacob at the time, and I’m an alumni of Azure Rock High. I mean, there’s nothing expressly forbidding it, and she never taught me, but it is frowned upon, and it might bring her repute into question among the parents and other teachers,” Peter continued as their steps slowed, nearing the main doors out of the school. “But she did take a break from her relationship with Jacob, and drove up to see me at Green Hills. We agreed to take it slow, and see how things went, without any pressure or commitment.”

“But, you really like her, don’t you?” Chloe said, thinking back to how caring they’d been just a few moments ago. “So, what about last night? With…um…Hannah and uh…”

Peter frowned as he came to a stop. “Hannah was necessary. And, like I said, there’s no commitment. We’ve talked about it, and there’s no expectation for either of us abstain when we’re not with the other, since we’re still figuring things out. She was on a date with him last night, so for all I know, she could have had sex too. I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”

“Given how insatiable she was back there, I doubt it,” Heather teased him with a nudge to the ribs. “Or, maybe you’re just that good. Maybe I need to test his Zander dick for myself…”

“Honestly, Chloe’s right though. I do really like her, and nothing feels as good as it does when I’m with her,” He confessed, followed by a sigh. “I’m hoping that once I graduate, we might be able to start dating properly.”

“I wish you both the best of luck,” Heather said, reaching for the door. “Though, let’s get out of here. It’s not going to do any of us any favors if we get caught in the school.”

“Shouldn’t we wait on Ashley?” Chloe asked, glancing back down the empty hall.

“We can wait in the car,” Heather insisted, aware of the risks of hanging out in the corridor for too long. “It’ll make for a faster getaway.”

“No good, there’s someone out there,” Madison said, pointing out through the clear, glass panels in the doors that overlooked the entrance path that led down to the school parking lot. A man, older and well built was crossing towards one of the cars. “I think it’s a teacher. Oh, actually, it looks like...”

“Coach Mueller,” Chloe said simultaneously. The two girls glanced at each other, knowing the other wanted the opportunity, but Chloe was the quickest. “I’ll distract him while the rest of you sneak out of the school.”

“Wait. Why do you get to go?” Madison asked with her hands on her hips. “I saw him first.”

“And it’s my plan.” Chloe countered.

“Calm down. It’s not a date,” Heather told the quarreling pair. “You only need to distract him for five minutes.”

“But we get to decide how we do it, right?” the redhead asked, biting her lip as she looked out at the teacher, watching as he took off his shirt and swapped it for another, fresh top that he hadn’t sweated through.

“Uh, sure, I guess,” Heather conceded, unsure what Chloe was planning.

Chloe didn’t answer. She simply opened the door and took off running towards the parking lot, before anyone had a chance to stop her.