Open House

Tonight was your first open house. Looking around, your classroom was ready as the parents with their ambivalent offspring arrived. You could definitely sympathize; they would much rather be playing C.o.d., and you'd rather be plowing a certain cheerleader's pussy.

The first three groups of parents mostly were asking the same questions. Wanting to meet me to talk about how gifting their child may, or may not be, the usual. The outlier was Beth Anne Rillies' parents.

The mother, like most parents, just wanted to chat. Beth Anne must be a daddy's girl, because the first thing out of his mouth was a quite hostile, "Who the fuck are you to deny my baby girl the head cheerleader spot when she was the best fucking cheerleader in the city?"

I replied with a diplomatic "fuck off" by saying, "I apologize that you feel that way, but my decision was final. Please feel free to take it up with the principal." Suffice to say the man hates your guts.

The fourth period, parents had started to stream in. Katenya and her mother approached you first. Sofia Ruchenko was your age but had a sadness about her that was almost palpable. Her English wasn't the best, so Katenya ended up translating for us. Her mother wanted me to know her daughter was a hard worker and that she hoped that Kat wouldn't be too proud to ask for tutoring. Smiling, I assured her that Kat would get all the support she needs to succeed. Apparently she loved your answer because she said something in Ukrainian that caused Katenya to blush. As her mother wandered off, she said in a low voice, "Mama said you were a good man, like my papa."

Most of the parents out tonight were wearing mostly jeans and a jacket orsweaters. On a scale of 1 to 10 for being overdressed, Jennifer and her mother would be a 13. Rebecca Marlow had a face and body that either bespoke of the best genes or the priciest plastic surgeons. Sheathed in an expertly tailored burgundy cocktail dress with 3-inch heels, no less. She looked like she should be on the Hollywood red carpet, not at a local high school's open house. Her only problem is she looked just cold.

Your eyes devoured Jennifer in her little black dress and fuck me heels. The only disappointment, in your opinion, was the black choker that covered the hickey you gave her. Jennifer's mother paused after entering your classroom, almost blocking the door, and, for lack of a better word, posed as if there were paparazzi here to photograph her.

Puzzled, you glanced at Jennifer, who rolled her eyes, before walking over to talk with Katenya.

Another of the parents sidled up to you and whispered, "She does that whole 'you peasants should worship me' act since she moved here from New York."

You nod, and they moved off as Jennifer's mother approaches you. "Mr. Clarkson, Jennifer tells me you named her head cheerleader."

"This woman was high on her own supply," you think to yourself.

"I'm glad someone in this school recognized her superior abilities as an athlete."

Over her shoulder you could see Jennifer wince and then say something to Katenya.

"I'm happy Jennifer was able to finally outdo her brother and sister for once." The woman boasted.

Bottling the urge to call this woman a raging bitch, instead you say, "It must be heartening to have such accomplished children."

With a self-satisfied smirk, which from Jennifer was sexy, her mother, who was not, turned commanding: "Jennifer, come here."

"Yes, Mootherrrr." She replied.

"I'm leaving for the airport. If you stay, either Uber yourself home or get a ride with one of your friends."

The woman didn't even wait for her daughter's answer; she just turned and left the classroom.

At a loss, you look at Jennifer, and she says, "This is her in a good mood."

"Jesus Christ," you blurt out, your mind full of questions.

Grasping you by the arm Jennifer says, "Mother can be trying on her best of days, but I will make it up to you all. Night. Long."

Perking up, your dick started getting excited as if asking, "Do we really need to wait?"

Seeing you change your stance, Jennifer smirked, saying, "Hope you took your little blue pill; I wouldn't want to wear you out too quickly."

Your mind went into reset mode as the fourth-period parents left and those from fifth period entered.

The last hour of the event went by in a blur of names and faces. Come 10pm, you were more than ready to leave. Hurrying to your car, excitement thumping in your veins. 20 minutes later you turned onto the darkened street. You noticed that another streetlight had burned out recently. Pulling into your carport, you cut the engine. Looking around, you don't see Jennifer yet. Looking over your keys, you find the one you want opening your door.

"Surprise," you hear from behind you.

Spinning, you notice that Jennifer had snuck up on you in the darkness.

Grabbing your tie, she yanked it, kissing you. Grasping her ass, you lift her up, her stocking-clad legs wrapping around you. In between kisses she growls, "I've wanted another ride on this cock for two days. I hope you're ready."