Central High Blues Ch. 05

Home Economics class was surreal. As much as all those girls had stared at me yesterday, I think they topped it today. The tardy bell rang, but Miss Smith just smiled and stared at me instead of starting class. I looked around uncomfortably and found myself surrounded by adoring eyes. One of the little girls in my group spoke up.

"You look amazing today, Josh," she said in a breathy little voice. The other girls all nodded in agreement, as well as a few other girls nearby.

"Thank you, Sally," I replied with a smile and a nod. "I must say, you look really nice today as well. I like your shirt."

She was wearing a Pokemon t-shirt. She looked down at it and blushed.

"Thanks," she murmured.

I realized that we needed to start class, but didn't want to embarrass Miss Smith by pointing it out. Instead, I felt a little bold and got up to walk up to her in the front of the class. I grabbed an apron and wrapped it around my waist.

"What are we making today, Miss Smith?" I asked. She started a bit at that.

"Oh!" she replied, "We're making dinner rolls today."

"Excellent!" I smiled at her, "I'll preheat the oven. What temperature?"

We got into that familiar rhythm that I enjoyed with my mother in our kitchen at home. Only, in this case, we had a large audience. I kept hearing the girls sigh as they watched me and Miss Smith talk back and forth while preparing the dinner rolls. When Miss Smith stopped to ask if they had any questions, I looked over at Mrs. Bollinger.

She was sitting at her desk in the corner again, just observing Miss Smith. I realized with a start that she had her right hand between her thighs—really, I only noticed because of the guilty way she pulled her hand from her lap when our eyes met. I cocked my head to the side, and she blushed and looked down.

I returned to my little group, just supervising as they made our dinner rolls. I noticed Miss Smith and Mrs. Bollinger whispering in the corner before they made their way around the classroom to check on everyone's progress. Mrs. Bollinger asked me to come with her, and I followed her over to her desk. Miss Smith walked over to join us.

"Do you want me to drop this class?" I whispered, "Obviously, I'm a distraction."

"No!" they both replied, looking a little sheepish when they realized how loud they had been.

"No," Mrs. Bollinger repeated in a whisper, "We were wondering if you could help us with something, after school."

I thought about that for a moment. I knew that Trina and I would be walking with Nurse Hamilton right after school let out.

"I have plans, but I could certainly spare you a few minutes," I said, "What did you need help with?"

I had figured they wanted help moving something heavy, or perhaps carrying something out to the parking lot. Then I saw their expressions. Those were two really horny women who needed more than I could give either of them in a couple of minutes after school. They couldn't bring themselves to say it—nor should they, considering where we were.

My little group called me back to our work area, so I didn't get to finish that conversation with my teachers. We put our tray of dinner rolls into the cooling rack to 'rest' overnight. When the bell rang, I returned to Mrs. Bollinger's desk. Miss Smith was there, and both women looked up at me.

"I'll come by right after school, and we can finish our talk," I said, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. "You ladies have a great afternoon!"

"Bye, Josh," Miss Smith said.

On my way to Art class, Miss Cahill stopped me in the hallway. She pulled me to the side and whispered, "Did you say something to Nurse Hamilton about me?"

I was alarmed. She had promised...

"Why?" I asked her.

"She wants to talk to me after school," she replied, looking nervously around, "and she said you would be there."

"Oh!" I said, "Trina and I are walking with her to her house after school. We have been hanging out with her while we study. Nurse Hamilton's daughter was one of my nurses when I was in the hospital, and she is good friends with my mom."

Of course, telling her all of that didn't answer her original question. I had told Nurse Hamilton everything. I just didn't want to admit it.

"She was probably just trying to warn you that one of your students would be there," I continued, "I have to admit, I didn't know Nurse Hamilton well at all until we hung out recently. How well do you know her?"

Brenda Cahill looked a little haunted as she spoke. "She knows me far too well." She looked like she wanted to say more, but she shook her head and left me in her wake as she returned to her classroom.

In PE class, I was winded after our second basketball game. I talked to Coach Perrine briefly about it. I didn't have chest pain, but it took me longer to catch my breath than was usual. She had me sit out the third game, and sent me to the locker room early. That was nice, I must admit. I was able to have privacy and take a decent shower for once. I was dressed and had stopped sweating before everyone else headed into the locker room. I asked Coach for a hall pass and she wrote one for me without asking why.

I dropped off my other books and snagged my Calculus book from my locker. I was waiting outside the Home Economics classroom when the final bell rang. I got some odd looks from the students as they exited the class. They were still predominantly female students, but there were four guys in that class. I walked in and saw two young ladies talking to the teachers. I stood and waited for them to finish.

Par for the course, both girls saw it was me, and immediately looked at my crotch and blushed. I smiled and patiently waited for them to recover. They grabbed their books and left quickly. Miss Smith started to follow them to the doorway, but I held up my hand to stop her.

"We should probably leave that door open," I said softly, "People saw me walk in here, and they will talk if you close the door."

"Oh," she said, "I didn't think about that."

She looked over at Mrs. Bollinger, who also looked like the idea hadn't crossed her mind.

"What was it you wanted me to do for you?" I asked.

I was watching them closely. I suspected they wanted to fool around with me, but hadn't really thought it through or planned anything. That was confirmed when they looked at each other and clearly had no response. I nodded my head at them and then pulled up a pair of normal-sized chairs from the wall next to Mrs. Bollinger's desk.

"Please, have a seat," I directed Miss Smith. After we were all seated, I continued. "I would be happy to help you with whatever you need," I said, looking at them both knowingly, "but we have to be very careful. You know how the rumor mill is around this school. I would hate for either of you to get in trouble because someone thought something inappropriate was going on."

Their eyes were wide as they regarded me. Obviously, they hadn't considered how much trouble they could get into, the rumor mill, or anything I had mentioned. Mrs. Bollinger looked a little deflated.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"I was thinking about having you two over to our house," she said, "but with all our kids running around...it's just impossible."

"Could you get a babysitter?" I suggested, "We could meet at Miss Smith's..."

I trailed off as she shook her head vigorously.

"I have a roommate at my apartment," she said, "but we can't meet there anyway. Dr. Hill and Miss Cahill both live in my apartment complex."

Inside, I was shrieking "WHAT?!?" but I think I managed to keep that off of my face. I thought about inviting them over to my house, but I knew I was having Nurse Hamilton over this evening. Tomorrow evening I planned to spend time with Heather. I realized they were both looking at me and I was shaking my head. I probably looked annoyed.

"Sorry about that," I said, "I would love to invite you over to my house. We could hang out and swim, since we have our own pool. However, I have plans right after school for the next two weeks, and my evenings...Sorry, I am rambling. I will try to figure something out. Miss Smith, may I call you?"

"Sure!" she said, giving me her number.

"Have a great evening!" I said as I left their classroom.

* * *

I managed to surprise Trina at her locker. She had expected me to be coming from the opposite direction. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck.

"You'd better stop that," she growled at me, "or my boyfriend will kick your ass."

"Dang," I said, releasing her, "You've replaced me already?"

She grinned at my mock dejected expression.

"Do you need anything from your locker before we go?" she asked.

"No," I said, "I already have my Calculus book, and that's my only homework tonight. How about you?"

"I'm ready to go," she said. As we turned to walk toward the office, she added, "I do have Economics homework, but that's an online thing. I'll do it at home later."

Doctor Hill, our principal, was talking with Linda at her desk when we walked in. She looked up at me and nodded her head once without saying anything. Linda saw me and smiled.

"Hello, Josh," she said, "How are you today?"

"I am doing alright, Linda," I replied, "How are you?"

"Fine," she said, "Just fine. Can I help you kids with something?"

"We're here to meet Nurse Hamilton and walk her home," Trina replied, "She offered to help us with our homework."

Linda exchanged a nervous look with Doctor Hill.

"She's with someone right now," she said, "Why don't you two have a seat."

I realized that Doctor Hill still looked nervous about that. Then I realized that it was probably Miss Cahill in the nurse's office, and she was worried that we would see our teacher coming out of there.

"You know, it's a really nice day," I said, "We can just wait out in front of the school, if you don't mind telling Nurse Hamilton to meet us there."

Doctor Hill relaxed noticeably at that, and she answered me.

"That's a great idea," she said, "I will let her know you are waiting out front for her."

Trina followed me out the office door and out to the school lawn before turning to me.

"What the heck was that all about?" she asked.

"I think they were nervous about us seeing who Nurse Hamilton had in her office," I replied.

We sat on the grass and didn't say anything for a while. It was a really nice day outside. It was warm without being too hot or muggy, and a light breeze rustled through the grass. I turned to Trina and she was looking at me. I raised my eyebrows, and she smiled.

"Have I told you that you look great today?" she asked.

"I think you did," I replied. "You look even more scrumptious than yesterday."

She squeezed her thighs together at that. We were both recalling how I had savored her scrumptious pussy yesterday. I couldn't help but think that if I had not made these arrangements with Nurse Hamilton, I would be licking Trina's pussy at her house right now. Trina's eyes widened as she looked over my shoulder, and I heard a voice from behind me.

"You two look very nice today." I turned to see it was Doctor Hill. She continued, "I wish all my students took the time to dress like grown-ups."

She sighed, looking around the parking lot at the students still making their way to their cars.

"I spend far too much of my time getting on them because they dress inappropriately. Mind if I join you for a moment?"

"Please do," Trina replied.

Doctor Hill sat next to me on my left, and smoothed down her skirt. I couldn't help but notice that her thighs and calves looked very nice in her nylons. She had dark brown hair, pulled up into a bun. It was not as severe as the way Miss Cahill wore her hair, but I realized she did it for the same effect. She was an attractive woman, but her attire was designed to conceal that fact. She wanted to be taken seriously.

At this close range, I could smell a hint of lavender coming from her, and knew she used the same shampoo that my mother did. She looked into my eyes as if she was trying to read my thoughts. She then turned that piercing look onto my girlfriend. Finally, she cleared her throat and talked to us in a low voice so that her words would not be overheard.

"I appreciate having the two of you in my school," she said, "It is unfortunate that I have to spend all my time dealing with my problem children here, instead of getting the chance to talk with my better students."

"Thank you, ma'am," I said, smiling at her. I heard Trina echo that response from behind me.

"No, thank you," she said. "I heard how you two stood up for Miss Green. That was...just extraordinary. As a principal, I am always worried about young teachers like her. I wish I had a hundred more students like you two. If I did, I would probably get to enjoy this job a lot more."

I turned and glanced at Trina. She looked as surprised as I felt. I couldn't help it; when I turned back to Doctor Hill, I was grinning.

"What is so funny, young man?" she asked.

Her expression was troubled. I imagine she worried that I was mocking her.

"I always thought that if you talked to me, it would be because I was in trouble," I answered. "I never imagined just sitting on the grass on a beautiful day having a nice chat with my principal."

Her expression softened immediately and she smiled. She looked around and the sun lit her face. I felt the urge to reach over and touch her. I didn't, of course, but it made me wonder what Doctor Hill was like away from the school.

That made me recall what Miss Smith had said just a few minutes earlier. Doctor Hill, Miss Smith, and Miss Cahill all had apartments in the same complex. I could just picture the three of them all wearing bikinis and sitting out by the pool at their apartment complex. None of the students from the school would recognize those beautiful women. Of course, I also wondered if she had seen me visiting Miss Cahill the other night, or leaving in the morning.

I turned my attention back to the parking lot. Most of the cars were gone, and the traffic in front of the school had thinned out substantially. A few students looked in our direction, but they were furtive about it. It was as if they worried about the principal catching them looking. I heard Trina speak up then.

"Have a great day, Miss Cahill!" she called out.

I turned to see our English teacher walking past us. She looked downright scared to see us sitting with her boss. I smiled and waved to her, hoping my expression would not freak her out. Once again, I had to fight the urge to get up and wrap my arms around her to comfort her. Instead, I leaned toward Doctor Hill and spoke loudly enough that I knew Brenda would hear me.

"You know, Doctor Hill, Miss Cahill is the best English teacher I have ever had." I realized the poor choice of words, and hastily added, "I am learning more in her class than I ever did before."

Miss Cahill gave me an appreciative smile when she heard that. She continued on past us, and Doctor Hill turned to regard me again.

"Is that true?" she asked.

I nodded vigorously. "Yes, ma'am," I said.

"She is really good," Trina echoed, "I was worried, because I had heard she was really strict, but I have to admit I am learning more in her class than I expected." She was thoughtful for a moment before she continued, "Miss Cahill really explains why the rules work the way they do, and why we need to learn it. Nobody else ever explained it that way before."

I nodded in agreement. Trina had explained it perfectly. I once again felt lucky to be dating her. By now, of course, Miss Cahill had already gotten into her car and was driving away.

"Now you see," Doctor Hill said, shaking her head, "That is exactly the sort of thing I never would have known. That doesn't show up in the teacher evaluations, or in test scores. And it is something I should take into account when I have to decide—"

She stopped abruptly, realizing that she was talking with two students. That was evident in her face. I recognized that look, the one that said she feared she had said too much. I smiled at her and leaned in to whisper conspiratorially.

"It's okay, Doctor Hill, Trina and I are not part of the rumor mill here at the school." I looked around before adding, "We hate it as much as anyone."

She nodded, but still looked a little shaken as she regarded us. She stood up, brushing bits of grass from her skirt.

"Well, this was really nice," she said.

I reached out, but stopped short of taking her hand.

"Please," I said softly, "You don't have to go. Stay and talk with us some more."

She looked from me to Trina. She nodded and sat back down.

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked.

"I don't know the first thing about you, and we've never had a chance to talk. Where did you go to school, Doctor Hill?" I asked, "And what brought you to Central High?"

Her answer was very informative. The more she talked, the more relaxed she became. It didn't hurt that most of the students were gone. She didn't have to worry about being overheard.

Doctor Hill had started taking classes at her local community college on the Gulf Coast. She had gotten a teaching certificate, but had done well enough that her teachers encouraged her to continue her education. She had taught Social Studies full time, but had taken night classes to earn her bachelor's degree. She got grants and a stipend to go back to college full time for her master's degree.

It sounded like she had not been a very serious student when she was in high school, but she had learned to become one in college. She also mentioned that she had struggled with the math required for her master's thesis, and later, her doctoral dissertation. She had been a principal at another high school, and had really 'turned that place around' before moving on.

She had been married, but got a divorce. It was that breakup that caused her to look for a fresh start.

Now, Trina and I occasionally asked questions or nodded in understanding. We weren't just sitting there while she talked. By the time Doctor Hill talked about her marriage and divorce, she was talking to us as if we were not just adults, but peers who would understand. I did have to hold up my hand, cautioning her to silence when I saw Linda come out of the double doors behind her.

"Hey, Linda," I called out a bit louder than was necessary, "Have a great evening!"

Linda's eyes had to adjust to the bright outside light, and she shaded her face with her palm and looked around for a moment. When she saw me, she smiled and waved. Her eyebrows rose when she saw Doctor Hill sitting with us on the school lawn. She walked up with a smile.

Her insatiable curiosity had her twitching. She obviously wanted to know what we were talking about, but couldn't interrogate her boss. She stood on the sidewalk next to Doctor Hill for several seconds, trying to think of an excuse to join us.

Doctor Hill looked at her watch and turned to us. Linda could not see the way she rolled her eyes as she spoke.

"I really enjoyed talking with you two this afternoon," she said, "but I do need to get going. You have a nice evening."

"You too, Doctor Hill," Trina and I said.

We stood, and we both shook her hand before she headed back inside. Linda came up and gave me a hug. After a moment, she gave Trina a hug as well. Her eyes were burning with curiosity when she asked what we had been talking about. I just shrugged, keeping a careful nonchalance.

"Oh, we were talking about what a nice day it is," I said, "Since Trina and I have never been in trouble, Doctor Hill has never really had a reason to talk with either of us before. It was nice to just sit and chat about nothing, you know?"

"Oh," Linda said, clearly disappointed with that answer.

She had been hoping for some juicy gossip. Over her shoulder, I saw Doctor Hill turn and grin at me before she disappeared inside the double doors. That grin spoke volumes to me and Trina. Linda was a nice enough lady, but we all knew that she could not be trusted with sensitive information. Nurse Hamilton emerged from the same double doors, and we were spared any further inquisition from Linda.