Yumi remembers something he doesn't.

Once they were in the hall, Yumi and Mason just stood there for a moment. They were completely silent and still, shellshocked after arranging a date with their teacher. But after a while, one of them spoke. And surprisingly it was the quiet, Japanese girl who broke the silence.

“That was…” She said in a far-away voice.

“Yeah.” Despite her not finishing her sentence, he knew exactly what she meant.

Then in a flash, Yumi rounded on him. A hungry fire blazed behind her glasses.

“You were so incredible in there,” The tiny, Japanese girl said far too earnestly.

“What?” Mason asked incredulously.

“You were so confident and well-spoken. And you got her to say yes. Well close to yes,” Yumi said, her voice low and heavy.

It was pretty clear exactly what she wanted at that moment. And was clearly eager to get him alone. Not that he was one to complain, but that would have to wait until they could at least leave school.

“Come on,” He said, his voice a little huskier than he expected. “Ms. Bailey was right, we shouldn’t leave Vina hanging.”

Mason had expected his girlfriend to excitedly agree. But instead, Yumi gave him a puzzled tilt of her head.

“Don’t you have to help Ms. Rosso again today?” She asked.

For the second time today, Mason’s brain stopped working. Only this time it was frozen in panic. Maybe his brain was being starved of oxygen with how often all of his blood was **** to rush down south.

“Shit,” Mason whispered. “I have to go.”

“Go,” Yumi said, reassuringly. “I’ll find Vina and we can just wait in the library until you're done.”

“Thanks,” Mason said. He wished he could have said more, but he was already rushing down the hall. Much as he loved Yumi he didn’t want to annoy his vice principal.

The nerd rushed down the hallway as fast as his long legs could carry him. Well, as fast as he could go without actually running. The last thing he needed now was for Principal Skinner to materialize behind him and give him detention for running in the hallways. He had no doubt her dreams last night had left her in a foul mood today.

Miraculously though he made it to the gym without getting spotted by those cruel, amethyst eyes. And waiting for him there was his tall, muscular vice principal. She was reading the clipboard from yesterday, but when he opened the door her brown eyes instantly locked onto him.

“I’m sorry I’m late again,” Mason said as he walked up to her. As usual, her chiseled face didn’t even change. And before she said anything she handed him the clipboard.

“Let’s get started,” Ms. Rosso said bluntly.

She led him into the supply room again, pushing the old, metal door open with her arm. It seemed the ex-soldier was in no mood to waste time. As she quickly stripped off her blazer and grabbed a large plastic bin.

While she wasn’t saying anything, Mason could sense anger radiating from within Ms. Rosso. And he wasn’t eager to stoke that particular fire. So the teen dropped his bag, grabbed a pencil, and preemptively pulled his hoodie up and over his head.

If the one-armed brunette was taciturn yesterday, she was nearly silent today. Her paltry attempts at small talk (tiny talk really) had totally evaporated. If she opened her mouth at all, it was to tell him to write something down. And she hardly ever looked in his direction.

Mason had never felt more uncomfortable. And given that he was inside a concrete room with only a clipboard to hide behind he had never felt more ****. And the longer it dragged on the more he just wanted her to go ahead and yell at him. It would have been terrifying but at least it would have been over. The calm before the storm was practically killing him.

So when she said something non-work related he instinctively shielded himself with the plastic board. His eyes squeezed shut in preparation for his inevitable doom.

“Did Mrs. Skinner yell at you yesterday?” Ms. Rosso asked as she sorted through the belts and tassels needed to play flag football. It took a moment for Mason to process what she had just said. It was pretty far from what he had expected. And the fact that her bassy voice had remained totally even was an even bigger shock.

“Um, no,” Mason said cautiously. “She was pretty mad though.”

“I’ll walk you out today,” The former ranger said without hesitation.

After that, Ms. Rosso began acting much more like she did yesterday. Butchering the very art of conversation with a series of seemingly aimless questions. But while he answered them one by one, a question occurred to him. Was that what was bothering her? Was she actually mad at Principal Skinner? It did make sense. Mason had stayed late to help her, and her boss tried to get him in trouble. If he was in her size fifteen shoes (which he probably could wear, their feet were shockingly close to the same size) he would probably be a little pissed too.

The two worked together for a while afterward, slowly but surely filling out the spreadsheet, and working through the disorganized mess Coach Thompson had left for them. After a few minutes, the two decided to split up to tackle a few separate tasks. Mason climbed a step ladder to sort through a box of tennis balls, baseballs, softballs, shuttlecocks, and other similarly sized pieces of equipment. While Ms. Rosso sat on the floor to untangle jump ropes.

As they quietly worked, Mason was reminded that for as scary as she was Ms. Rosso wasn’t really that bad. A little intimidating and more than a little awkward, sure. But not nearly as malicious or threatening as his mind built her up to be.

But without what passed for conversation with Ms. Rosso, his mind began to wander. And that’s when it hit him. He had a date tomorrow with Ms. Bailey and Yumi. As that sunk in he got lost in his fantasies. Not that anyone could blame him.

They started out innocent enough. He had a girl on each arm, kissing Ms. Bailey while Yumi watched with utter fascination. But it didn't stay that way for long. The blonde put an arm on the Japanese girl's shoulder, guiding her petite student down to her knees. They took his cock in one hand each, working together to stroke it. Then on some unspoken signal, they lunged. His teacher took his tip into her mouth, greedily swallowing as much of his monstrous cock that could fit in her mouth even letting him into her throat. His best friend, not wanting to be left out, eagerly lapped at the inches the other woman's lips couldn't quite reach. But more shockingly she took the opportunity to lovingly nuzzle his heavy balls. No doubt eager to taste the cum inside.

But it didn't stop there. Suddenly the two were naked. Ms. Bailey offered her full, round tits for his inspection. And spread her legs to give him a clear view of her core. He wondered what her bush would look like. But his imagination settled on a neat triangle of golden curls. Mason couldn't resist. He grabbed her hips, spun her around, and bent her over.

There it was the ass he had fantasized about too many times to count. Its pale, curvaceous cheeks were finally bared to him. Quick as lighting his hand snapped out and gave a quick swat to each. Earning a loud moan from the blonde goddess before him. He didn't even bother trying to hold back. They both wanted the same thing.

He lined up the head of his cock and pushed it into her soaking pussy. It was an incredible feeling, a vice of wet velvet that desperately milked his shaft. Without a word, Mason started to thrust. Gentle for the first few strokes, but faster and faster after that. Until his sexy-as-hell partner was screaming for more.

But Yumi wasn't left out of the festivities. The petite girl stood to the side, both of her tiny hands between her legs. One was knuckle deep in her hairless cunny, while the other furiously fingered her sensitive, little clit. She was drunk on lust, finally drinking in her greatest fantasy.

And through the sound of two wet pussies, a single sentence broke through.

"You seem like you're in a good mood today," Ms. Rosso commented casually.

Mason crashed back into reality like a freighter loaded for bear with concrete elephants and no breaks. He looked down at the familiar sight of his massive dick trying to rip open his pants. Then he glanced back at Ms. Rosso. From where she was sitting, his muscle-bound vice principal couldn’t see the bulged-out seat of his pants. (Though she theoretically had a decent view of his butt.) The tall nerd could only guess that she had managed to catch a glimpse of his goofy grin when he turned his head.

“Uh, yeah,” Mason said, deciding the best cover story was a true one. “I’m going to hang out with Yumi and Vina today.”

“They seem nice,” The former soldier said plainly.

“They are.” The bespectacled teen was honestly surprised she had said that much. It was one sentence more than she usually had to say.

Now he really needed to calm down. Ms. Rosso had actually been pretty understanding when she caught sight of his erection yesterday. But then he had an excuse. And someone else for her to be mad at. Now though it was just him being a pervert. So Mason threw himself into his work, counting at the various balls (and ball-like equipment) while mentally running through as many sauropod bones as he could remember.

Then he came across something odd. It was definitely a ball. But not one the nerd recognized. It was small, fitting in the palm of his hand. (Though he may have been a little ill-equipped to make accurate judgments by palm size.) And made of thin strips of wood-colored plastic woven into a rattan orb. Without thinking about how he should probably not get the older woman to walk up to him at that precise moment, he held it up.

“What’s this?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“Let me see,” Ms. Rosso said getting up.

“Wait!” Mason called out. But it was too late.

Somehow a braided, black and blue jump rope had snaked around the ex-soldiers ankles. And by the time Mason had spotted it, she had already started tripping. On instinct, he reached out to catch her. Only too late did he remember two things. That Ms. Rosso was about as big as him. And he was on a step ladder.

The muscular woman grabbed for him, snagging his belt and pulling him off his feet. Mason couldn’t follow what happened next. One moment he was on his feet the next he was hitting the ground hard, the wind being knocked out of him.

When his head stopped spinning Mason tried to take stock of his situation. He had lost his glasses somewhere in the tumble. Somehow he had ended up face down on top of Ms. Rosso, with his head between her legs.

“Are you okay?” He asked, a little out of it.

“I’m fine. I tried to catch you,” Ms. Rosso explained, her breath tickling his bare cock.

Mason froze.

When they had fallen, the retired captain had pulled his pants down. And now they were bunched up around his ankles. While he couldn’t see it he could feel it. His testes were resting on her forehead. And his still mostly hard cock was pressed against her face. It gave an eager throb, feeling the heat of her face and the teasing of her breath.

And of course, he now fully realized that his head was between her legs. Mason was sixty-nining Ms. Rosso. That was when he caught a faint whiff of something. Something he recognized. It was different from Yumi’s, bolder and spicier, but it was unmistakably the aroma of womanhood.

“Are you alright?” Ms. Rosso asked, her voice still calm despite being muffled by her student’s junk.

“I think so,” He rasped out. Mason tried to sit up, but all he could accomplish was rubbing his cock on her face. The muscly woman was clinging tight to him, her hand locked around his forearm.

“You’re, um, holding me down Ms. Rosso,” He mumbled out. The former soldier’s fingers snapped open as soon as he pointed that out.

Mason pulled himself to his feet. It was a little awkward with a foot-long erection bobbing around, but he managed it. He unsuccessfully tried to pull up his pants with one hand and offered her his other. Ms. Rosso clapped her hand into his and pulled herself up.

Once she was on her feet the burly brunette turned around, giving him some privacy to pull his pants up. As he did Mason was bummed to discover the buckle on his belt had been broken. But they stayed up on their own, and (while it was still clearly visible) his dick was once again covered. He cast a blurry gaze around the room, but quickly realized he would need some help.

“Do you see my glasses anywhere?”

Ms. Rosso looked around, but not at him, before picking something up. She stretched her arm behind her, offering what she had found to him.

“They’re in one piece,” She said. Probably trying to reassure him. And he had to admit it worked. He definitely didn’t want to be stuck with his old glasses until he could replace them.

“Thank you,” The tall teen said graciously. He took them from her and returned them to his face. “I, um… I’m covered again.”

Ms. Rosso turned to face him once again. Somehow, in spite of everything that had happened, only the faintest blush had formed beneath her tanned skin. This woman seemed truly unflappable.

“I broke your belt,” She pointed out nonchalantly. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too,” Mason said.

“It’s not a problem,” Ms. Rosso said. He wasn’t sure if she was actually accepting his apology or batting it away. The ex-ranger paused for a long time before adding. “That’s probably enough for today.”

Part of Mason wanted to protest. They weren’t done. But he also could read the room and knew it was time for the two of them to go their separate ways. Or maybe he was just projecting.

“Okay.”

Ms. Rosso gave a curt nod and walked over to the door.

“I’ll give you a second to calm down,” She said as she effortlessly pushed open the heavy, metal door. Then right before she let it close she added, “Thanks for trying to catch me.”