A Starfish in the Gymnasium

It was Friday at Ellem's Orchard high school, which meant it was a half day for the students. They were gone by Eleven o'clock and most of the staff punched out not long after. By Three O'clock, it was usually just Louise and Tommy, which opened a realm of possibilities for them to fool around.

Louise popped her head into Tommy's classroom, but it was empty. She checked for him in the teacher's lounge but found the door locked. Where had he popped off to?

The intercom crackled before coming to life, startling a gasp out of her. "Ms. Louise Asterina." Tommy's voice boomed through the PA speakers and echoed throughout the school. "Ms. Asterina. Please report to the gymnasium." The intercom clicked off.

She walked to the gymnasium wondering what in the world Tommy was up to. When she arrived, she found that he'd laid out some of the big gym mats, then placed an old checkered blanket on top. There were two glasses, a bottle of red wine along with a delicious spread of cheese, croissants, and one of his favorite poetry books.

"A picnic?" Louise laughed. "Inside here?"

Tommy nodded. "Well. It seemed a bit too muggy outside, so..." He finished by gesturing to the quaint indoor picnic.

Louise thought it was adorable and sweet. She drew closer, eyed the small spread in the middle of this vast open room, and nodded approvingly. "Not bad for an English teacher."

Tommy gave her a sideways glance before pulling off his glasses and polishing them with his shirt. "Language Arts," he corrected.

She sat down and reached for the bottle as Tommy took a seat next to her. "What's the occasion?"

"No occasion." He answered. "I just wanted to try something different and spend time with you."

They ate and talked, pausing here and there so that Tommy could feed her bits of cheese and croissant. The latter flaked and left a terrible mess on her blouse, but she didn't mind.

"Unladylike." Tommy teased her. He brushed off her cream-colored blouse and took his time around her breast. Louise rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile at his care.

"Whatever, English teacher."

After the wine and cheese and croissants, Louise began to drowse. It didn't help that the sun had just started to set, casting the room in soft tangerine colors from the skylights. Laying on their checkered blanket, Louise lay down and snuggled up to Tommy while he read to her. Before she knew it, her eyes began to droop, and she found herself resisting the Sandman's call. She felt good but didn't want to lose the moment to sleep.

She caught some of the poetry he was reading and couldn't help but chuckle to herself. He was so taken by words, so moved by phrases and ideas. Louise wasn't one for reading or poetry, but she liked the deep timbre of his voice and the soothing way he pronounced his consonants.

Yet, she found herself wanting more than just poetry verses. She wanted Tommy's undivided attention. Something had to be done; otherwise, he'd get lost in his five-dollar words, and Louise would end up sleeping the time away.

Perhaps it was the wine that emboldened her, but Louise sat up and snatched the book out of his hands. "Enough of your flowery language," she said and watched as surprise flashed across Tommy's face.

"Hey," he protested, but his voice was soft and playful. It wasn't until Louise nonchalantly tossed the book over her shoulder that Tommy genuinely sounded displeased.

"Careful!" He warned. "That's a first edition!"

The book hit the gym floor with a thwack, and Tommy moved to rise, but Louise forced him back down with her palms. Before he could protest further, she straddled him, purposefully grinding her crotch against his.

"You know," Louise started with a playful lilt in her voice. "I'm a first edition too."

"Is that right?" He asked leerily. "Maybe I should throw you then, you know? Treat you the same way." He bucked his hips, bouncing Louise up and down as if she were riding a stubborn horse. She let out a surprised scream that echoed through the gym. He nearly tossed her off of him, but she held on with a smile framed by her bouncing curly hair.

"You better not," Louise warned, and Tommy eased his hip-to-hip assault. Louise leaned forward, intending to kiss him, but just before their lips touched, Tommy surprised her by bucking his hips again. She let out a mincing laugh and swatted his chest playfully. She told him to stop, then begged him to, until at last, his assault finally abated.

"Stop, Stop." She begged until his second onslaught finally subsided. "You're so bad."

"I prefer the term bawdy."

Louise turned back to him and shot Tommy a questioning look. "I thought bawdy was a woman's word?"

"A woman's word?" Tommy echoed it back in that smarmy tone. "What exactly is a woman's word?"

"You know, like boudoir."

He chuckled and said, "Well, aren't you full of surprises this evening Ms. Asterina."

Louise swatted his chest again. "You know what I mean, smart ass. A word that has to do with or is associated with women."

"As far as I know," he began reaching out and taking her by the hips. Louise felt him grind his hips up into her crotch. There was none of the playfulness of before, just Tommy using what he had, to tease what he wanted. "Bawdy isn't patented or owned by any particular gender."

"Stop," she pleaded, but her mouth lulled open, in a silent sensual moan. "You're gonna' make me horny," Louise added in what was little more than a whisper. Arousal descended upon her like nightfall. She loved it when Tommy teased her, and the idea of being naughty in the gymnasium only fueled her desire.

"That's impossible. First additions, don't get horny."

"Oh yeah?" Louise chided. "Did your poetry book tell you that?"

Tommy grinned at her question before his face stilled. Then, as if he were an appliance that had just been unplugged, he went limp, dropping Louise on his lap. She let out a sharp oof sound just before more laughter caught up with her.

"Since we're both pretending," Tommy said, barely moving his lips. "What word am I now?" His hands splayed out to each side, and his feet were slightly spread.

"I dunno?" Louise confessed.

"A starfish," Tommy answered. "You know, another word that's just for women."

"What? How is starfish just for women?"

He returned to life then, stretching a little and holding Louise by her hips again. Tommy reached into his breast pocket and fished out a pack of smokes and a lighter. "Do you not know what starfish means?"

"I know what a starfish is." She told him. "But I haven't a clue about whatever you're talking about?"

Tommy lit a cigarette and took a drag before Louise stole it from him and put it to her lips. "A starfish," He started exhaling a jet stream of dull gray smoke as he spoke. "Is a woman who just lays there and takes it."

Louise rolled her eyes. "God, is that what you think I do? Just lay there and take it?"

"You?" He feigned a hurt face while Louise passed him the cigarette. "I thought we were talking about words for women in general."

"Women don't just take it." Then she leaned down until she was inches from his face and said, "I don't just lay there and take it."

He turned his head and exhaled a stream of ash-gray smoke, then turned back to her and forced a smile. "Of course, you don't, dear." He sounded smug and certain of himself. Too certain.

Louise looked up starfish on Urban Dictionary, and sure as the croissants and wine in her belly, he was right. She read the first definition aloud: "A person, usually a woman, who just lays there, unmoving, as they get fucked."

She struggled with the word unmoving; it was uncomfortable and tasted greasy in her mouth. Louise tossed her phone aside and looked at Tommy, who was wearing an 'I told you so' look on his face.

"I'm not unmoving, you little shit!"

"I didn't say you." But that shit-eating grin smeared across his face implied that Tommy meant her. She snatched the cigarette from his hand and took a drag, feeling anger creep into her veins.

"I am NOT unmoving!"

He must have picked up on her anger because, after a moment, Tommy's smile faded. "Alright, well, I can see that this has killed the mood."

He moved to stand, but Louis stayed seated. She took another quick drag of the cigarette and then flung it aside.

"Get hard."

"What?" But she'd started grinding into him, and a moment later, she felt his cock begin to grow in his slacks. She reached down between them and unzipped his fly. Tommy looked as if he wanted to protest, but then his cock was in her hand, hard as a ruler and throbbing for her.

Louise leaned over and pulled her panties to one side, then she eased herself down onto him. She sighed as Tommy opened her up. He reached up to touch her, but Louise batted his hands away. "No," she commanded. "You lay there and let ME do the work."

Tommy rolled his eyes but then pursed his lips as she gripped him. Louise braced herself on his chest and began pumping her hips up and down. Satisfaction curled her lips into a smile when she heard Tommy moan.

She came up to a squat position and began riding him that way, tucking her dress up under her chin so they both could see how hard Louise was working. She was trying to keep silent, but a moan escaped her as she felt his cock deep inside of her.

Louise's quads began to ache. It wasn't long before they were screaming at her. Her pace faltered, and frustration threatened to steal the moment from Louise. But then Tommy's hands gripped the underside of her thighs, and he held some of her weight while thrusting into her.

"It's alright," he whispered. "Keep going."

She didn't want his help, even if it felt good. Louise tried to scowl at him but was too lost in the rhythm of their sex to really be cross. "I'm. Not. A. Starfish." She managed each word between thrusts.

"Of course, you are Ms. Asterina." Tommy managed to sit up and nuzzle his face into Louise's neck. "You're my sweet baby starfish."

"No," but it came out in a breathy plea. "No, no, no."

His hand crept up her body until Louise felt him grope her breast through her blouse. Then Tommy leaned back and began slam-fucking her. Louise threw her head back and called out in a loud sultry voice that surely wasn't appropriate for school. Their hips seemed to ricochet off of each other and nearly sent her over the edge.

At the last minute, she took Tommy's hands in hers and pinned him down. His hips were still up, with his cock buried deep inside of her, and she pressed down hard and began swirling her hips as a smile formed on her face.

"I'm a starfish?" Louise began bobbing her hips up and down, ignoring her aching muscles. "I'm unmoving? Do you think I'm unmoving, English teacher?"

"No," Tommy answered. "You're certainly not that."

Louise fucked him until her legs nearly gave. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up, but then she heard Tommy say "And it's Language Art!" Through gritted teeth as he thrust up and buried his cock deep into her. A moment later she felt his warm cum spurt inside of her.

Louise was relieved that she'd outlasted the bastard. Their bodies gave out in unison, and she rolled off of him, panting and satisfied. She knew she'd be sore in the morning.

"I am-" she took a deep breath. "-Not a starfish." The sun had finally set, casting the gymnasium in a curtain of darkness. There was just enough light for her to see Tommy lying there speechless with his chest hitching.

Louise reached down and began to rub her clit as her lover's cum poured out of her. There was so much of it, more than usual, and she wondered if her fighting for dominance had turned him on. The question sparked fresh arousal in her, and Louise began to play with his cum, using it as lube to pleasure herself further.

"I'm not a-" But he cut her off.

"Yeah, I know," he said, "You're not a starfish." Tommy weakly gestured in the direction she'd tossed his poetry book. "You're just a bibliophobe."