The Blonde Boomer

“I’m going to go explain things to Miss Boomer,” Jackson told the secretary when she returned with a cola. “Don’t let anyone disturb us.”

Ms. Belcher sucked at her soda, then belched “OK!” and giggled.

And you’re going to fantasize about me while I’m in there, Jackson thought. Nasty, kinky fantasies that are going to get you all hot and bothered. You’ll be wet and ready if I decide to come back for you.

The dark-haired secretary bit her lower lip and looked Jackson up and down hungrily. He grinned and headed for the vice principal’s office.

The six-foot tall former volleyball player that was Miss Boomer looked up and scowled furiously when she recognized him. She was dressed in a pantsuit and her long blonde hair was in a tight bun.

Now don’t be like that, thought Jackson. You really need to chill out. In fact, you confiscated some ruffies from some students earlier and you couldn’t resist the urge to try one. You are feeling very, very mellow.

A dopey smile took over the blonde woman’s face and her ram-rod straight posture melted as her head wobbled on her shoulders.

“Hiiiiii…” she said to Jackson, and gave a little wave.

“Hi, Miss Boomer,” Jackson grinned. “I just wanted to stop by and make sure you weren’t upset about any rumors you had heard about me. But you’re not upset about anything right now, are you.”

“Nope!” she declared. “S’all good. Everything’s juuust fiiiiine! I’m feelin’ gooood!”

“That’s great, Miss Boomer! You deserve to let your hair down every once in a while.” Jackson grinned. “In fact, why don’t you do just that?”

“OK!” the vice principal said, then giggled and teased her long blonde hair out of its bun. It was gorgeous, spilling down to her waist. Jackson couldn’t help but thinking how great it would be if that was all she was wearing and she giggled, stood up and started shedding her clothing like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jackson imagined that the tall blonde woman had been fantasizing about fucking a former student in her office for years. Now that she believed she was stoned and not responsible for her actions, all her previous inhibitions had fled. Whether or not it was true before Jackson thought it, it certainly was after. Miss Boomer’s mellow, unfocused expression was now filled with heat as she looked up and down Jackson’s body, her breath coming harder as she stroked her now-naked athletic form.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked pointedly.