Another runner

You get into your run, lengthening your stride and feeling the strong beat of your heart. The trail is not perfectly smooth, but it's clear of obstacles and you have not trouble with your footing. You're perhaps halfway around the lake when you see a blob of colour approaching you.

Slowing, you see that it's another runner, a young woman dressed in bright spandex running gear. She's lithe and quick, running with an economy of motion that speaks of long practise. As she see's you she slows, smiling at you, and you recognise Miss Fulton from last night's faculty meeting.

"Coach Watts!" she grins. "I should have expected you would be a runner. If I'd thought I would have stopped by your cottage and we could have run together."

"I'd have liked that," you grin at her, taking in her toned body and her full breasts restrained by a tight sports bra. She grins back and stretches, showing herself off with unabashed pride.

"You teach languages."

"Certainement M'sieur," she laughs. "And you are Entraîneur, the coach, come to bring triumph to the playing fields of the Pink Rose, and the special favourite of the Headmistress."

You stiffen in surprise and she laughs prettily. "It's no secret. She has spoken several times of how fortunate the school is to have you. You should hear her voice throb. I think that old maid has designs upon you," she laughs again with a tinge of sarcasm. "Although I'd be surprised if she really knows what she wants."

Your mind flashes to your interlude with the headmistress in your office yesterday and mentally shrug at this young woman's casual dismissal of Diana Naylor's sexuality. How little she knows, you think with a happy memory of fucking the older woman and hearing her scream in ecstasy.

"So do you run every day?" she asks. "I try to, but sometimes I'm lazy. It would be great to have someone to run with."

"I try to. I've missed it the last few days. I'd be happy to run with you."

"Mmmm... that would be great," she says, preening at you. "I sometimes think it's not safe to run alone. A pretty young woman, in the woods, helpless if a ruthless and merciless man set upon her, prepared to take what he wanted...." Her eyes glow as she speaks, her soft lips parted and shiny as she looks at you.