Billy comes home

Billy had a great first day. He’d deliberately avoided letting Miss Singh—Maxine—know he’d applied so he could surprise her when he got hired. He hadn’t seen her in years of course, but he’d always remembered her as the one who sparked his love for nature.

Besides that, he’d jerked it to her pictures a million times during high school—in secret of course, wouldn’t want to let anyone know you viewed your teacher as a friend or something—so his love for older women might’ve been because of her too.

Her deep dark eyes stared warmly into his, her kind gaze turning him on even more. He let his eyes wander the lines on her face, especially the ones that were the result of her kind smile. Streaks of gray had formed in her black hair.

“I’ve thought about this so many times, Maxine,” he admitted, still not adjusted to the sound of her first name coming from his mouth.

“That’s-uh— that’s so sweet of you.”

He didn’t last long, which embarrassed him at first, until he felt her legs shake around him.

“Oh my, Bill,” she gasped afterwards. “You’ve had some practice, didn’t you?”

“Well, I have some great roommates,” he laughed.

#

I should find a place closer to school, get thought, as he stepped off the bus after a long trip. Or buy a car. That would probably cheaper. He was definitely not going to back in with his parents; his students wouldn’t take him seriously. Then again, even they would understand how ridiculously hard it was for someone his age to buy a house. Even if that someone just got a decent job.

“Hey, it is professeur Stevens!”

Amanda lifted her head from the old, worn-out couch to greet him. “Hey mister teacher man. How was your first day?”

“Banged any students? Some of them are eighteen no?” Pierre asked, completely serious.

“No man, that would be really inappropriate.”

“Really?” He shrugged and adjusted his grip on Amanda’s hips. “I did all of my professeurs in my last year. It is normal.”

“Not here, dude,” Amanda said. “They’re afraid teachers can’t be impartial if they’re too friendly with students.”

“Pff, prudes.”

“Doesn’t your president have twenty children?” Amanda teased.

“17,” Pierre said, and he rammed into her a bit harder in retaliation, causing her to moan involuntarily. “Not his fault he has a big heart.”

“Well anyway,” Billy said, unzipping his pants. “I did have sex with Maxine Singh.”

Amanda looked up in surprise. “You did? I can’t remember the last time I saw her naked. That’s so sweet of you. By the way, is that dick for me? I could really use a good spitroast.”

Billy grinned and got on the couch with his roommates.

“It was nice, I was hot as fuck for her back then.”

“Who is this Maxine?” Pierre asked.

“My former biology teacher, she’s good friends with Amanda’s mom.”

“Ah, and you only got a chance with her at this moment?” Pierre shook his head. “This is a sad country.”

After Pierre had come, Amanda settled onto Billy’s lap.

“I’m glad you gave Maxine some attention today,” she said, pulling his face into her chest. “Yeah, bite it a little. Damn, that’s good. Anyway, I get a feeling she’s been really lonely since Gordon died, you know. And she doesn’t really ask for anything, so you know, I’m happy you can look out for her a little.”

He hadn’t thought about it like that. He didn’t consider Maxine as someone in need of help, like some kind of charity case. He really enjoyed spending time with her. Besides, he was eager to learn from her experience in teaching.

“Ah, madamoiselle Anneke, come to join us?”

Anneke sighed. Billy and Amanda halted their tryst for a moment to watch Pierre’s famous Anneke-teasing.

“No Pierre, I’ve got church.”

“On a Friday night?” Pierre shook his head. “Come on cherie, live a little!”

“My life belongs to Jesus,” she started, eliciting a barely concealed moan from Amanda. “So if you want to come along you are welcome.”

“Too bad,” Pierre said, gesturing at Billy and Amanda. “I am very busy right now.”

“Suit yourself,” she said with the smile of someone who has life all figured out. “See ya.”

“Shame,” Pierre said after she’d left. “She has a perfect derrière. I would love to fuck her again.”

“You sure?” Amanda said with a grin. “You not an afraid you’ll fall in love and have a dozen good little Christian kids with her?”

“Not a chance, cherie.”

“Ah,” she said as she started grinding on her roommate again. “So sad that you can’t have her ass tonight. If only there was another one available.”

“You offering?”

“Yes, you idiot. I want to be a little sandwich.”