Red Woods High Ch. 01 - Meeting Gemma

I had been teaching at Red Woods High for seven years before anything of significance occurred. It was the first day of the school year, students wouldn't be arriving for another day. Today's schedule of events was only meant to bring the teachers back in, allowing them time to get comfortable in their classrooms, as well as introduce any new staff.

My seat, per usual, was located as far back as possible and next to one of the few people I could tolerate, Brad. Brad was a gym teacher who had taken the position after a failed minor league career. We both joked with each other discussing our summer conquests, his more so then mine. A few weeks back I had decided to end it with my summer fling as she had taken a position half way across the country. Neither of us had felt that a long distance relationship made much sense.

After everyone had settled in the head principal, Eva, stepped up to get the school year started. Eva, for lack of a better term, was a firecracker. Short in stature with a short bob she had always been the desire of not only the male teachers but a few of the female teachers and some students as well. Having recently crossed forty she didn't look a day over thirty and her recent child birth had provided her with a full set of c cups which hadn't been affected by gravity. She was a modern marvel of a woman and today she wore a tight black pencil skirt that only helped to accentuate her tight ass. Unfortunately she was happily married so she was untouchable.

As she dove into her 'Welcome back' speech I couldn't help but look at who would be joining us for the new year. There seemed to be four new teachers, each sitting in the front row waiting to be introduced. The first three were your usual suspects but the fourth sat facing forward directly in front of me. She looked young but without a better angle I couldn't tell much. Eva begin to introduce them. First was Teddy, a teacher of twenty five years who was joining the wood shop staff from the district's other high school. Second came Daisy, a recent college grad who as a soon to be librarian certainly met the dress code with her heavy sweater and long skirt down to her ankles. Her shy demeanor and toothy smile made her somewhat endearing but she didn't stand out. Third came Ken, an overweight, greasy middle aged man who sent a shiver up the spines of each person as he seemed to be peering at the last newbie.

That brought us to the crown jewel of the group, Gemma. Eva spoke to introduce her to the rest of the group, "And this is Gemma, she comes from our London sister school and will be teaching theater and music to our fine young students." As she stood my jaw slightly dropped leaving me looking more than half stupid. Gemma stood about a half foot shorter than my six foot two. Her straight backed posture just accentuated her full breasts. While wearing a navy blue sports jacket, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, assisted in hiding her chest, her blue jeans couldn't hide an ass that was made for eating.

Regardless of her body the thing that stood out the most was her face. On her high cheekbones rested a perfectly straight nose dusted with freckles. Her eyes brown as chocolate and topped with natural eyebrows could only be out done by one thing: Her full lips which I couldn't help but imagine what it would look like to have my cock resting between. My brain short-wired as I day dreamed about Gemma begging for me to take my rock hard shaft and feed it directly into her throat. I could almost hear her English accent moaning, "Please, Give me a mouthful of..."

"John?"

Eva, as well as everyone else was staring directly at me.

"Yes?"

Eva spoke, "As our head of English I believe you wanted to say something?"

It was my first year heading up the English department. I didn't have much to say, I just needed to set some expectations for the department. At the front of the room I glanced around at everyone yet my eyes still fell on Gemma. My brain tried so very hard not to imagine her laying legs spread waiting to be fucked but it failed terribly. I forced myself to look away. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her smiling towards me, most likely not knowing that I wanted to bend her over right there and fill her up. After me each department head got up and said their bit, no one adding too much different than the next, each department broke off and headed to their annex of the building.

For the next four days I did my best to keep Gemma out of my mind. As the theater classroom was only five classrooms down from mine this was easier said than done. Each day she came into school looking better than the last and the brunette beauty was seemingly just as captivating to the students. It was that first Thursday that I heard her laughing in between classes as the school's football captain had approached her with some sort of joke. Scott has always looked older than the eighteen he was now and had always been with one cheerleader or another so it wasn't shocking in the least he had the confidence to approach an older woman.

I took this as my chance to introduce myself. " Mr. Johnson, off to class," I told Scott and pointed down the hall to my classroom.

"Will do," he responded and looked to Gemma saying, "It was a pleasure meeting you."

To that she only smiled as he walked away. She then turned to me and looked directly into my eyes, causing me to look away.

"Thank you for that, I wasn't sure if he'd ever leave." She said to me, her English accent a little huskier than I had expected. Even her speaking caused my cock to twitch slightly in excitement.

"No problem, I'm John by the way." I spoke as I offered my hand for her to shake.

She reached out and at the same time saying "Gemma." As our hands made contact I could feel a slight static discharge. All I could think about was her face down, pounding her into oblivion. I snapped out of it after a brief second, not fast enough as the face she was making showed she realized I had lost my thought process.

I stammered our, "I'll see you around."

With more confidence than I could muster up she responded, "I hope so."

As I turned away I couldn't help but notice her biting her lower lip as she spoke. While usually that would give me reason to pause I was more concerned about the fact I had to go teach a class in a minute while packing a serious hard-on. I took this time to duck into the bathroom and move my shaft into a more hidden position with the head sticking out beyond my waistband. Not the most comfortable but serviceable.

The rest of the day was went smoothly. Not wanting to embarrass myself any further I stayed in my room until end of day. As I walked out to make sure the students left without causing more commotion than usual I spotted Brad. He was off to the side speaking with Gemma of all people. When he spotted me, he waved me over.

"Hello again!" She exclaimed as I walked up.

"So you two have met?" Brad asked.

"Yep, I had to save her from having to turn down one of the student's proposals." I answered. Gemma laughed and gripped my upper arm as she did. Brad noticed this as well.

"Oh he wasn't that bad. Not really my type anyways, I prefer my men a little more... mature" she spoke as she eyed me and Brad. While Brad and I were more than experienced with women neither of us were use to some one as sexy as Gemma being this forward with us.

Brad chimed in, "Before I forget, tomorrow after work a few of us are getting drinks to relieve some of the stress. You are joining us."

"Perfect! Is it fine if I invite Daisy?" She asked. Both Brad and I looked to each other, not sure who Daisy was. Gemma assisted us by adding, "You know Daisy? Started working in the library this year?"

Both at the same time we answered, "Yes."

"Awesome, I'll see you guys there tomorrow. Text me the details, Brad." She replied.

As she walked away both of us couldn't help but stare at her peach bottom that in my opinion needed to be spanked and licked clean.

Brad looked to me and just said, "She is going to be the death of me," and as he saw my eyes tracking her tight ass he corrected himself, "or us."

By the end of day Friday everyone was ready for the weekend. The great thing about heading to the bar after a day of teaching is that you can get there about two hours before most people get out of work leaving you with a mostly empty bar. We arrived in groups of two or three and by four a solid group of fifteen had accrued. Unfortunately, Gemma was not included. Most likely having decided to skip on getting blasted with her newest coworkers. Daisy on the other hand had arrived shortly after Brad and I, and Brad being impatient as always had started flirting up a storm with her. She looked much better outside of school, still dressing conservatively with long sleeves but choosing to wear something a bit tighter. In terms of body she was quite skinny, with smaller boobs but still perky. What may have won Brad over was her smile. She had two dimples that formed whenever she smiled, and with the attention he was showering on her she was smiling quite a bit.

As I got up to grab another round of drinks the goddess herself finally made her entrance. Wearing a red v-neck shirt that was struggling to keep her tits from popping out every red blooded male in the room turned to stare. Surely I wasn't the only one wondering what it would look like to have my cock in between her double d's, using the friction to pop off everywhere.

"Hey guys! Sorry I'm late, just wanted to freshen up a bit," She said as he made it to our grouping of tables. Everybody there was more than willing to accommodate and make a seat for her. She passed. I made my way to the bar and tried to get the attention of the bartender. He was busy cleaning some glasses and had yet to turn around.

As I waited glancing into my phone, considering swiping some potential matches on Tinder a sultry voice spoke up behind me, "So, what's a girl got to do to get a drink around here?" And just like that I could feel the blood flowing to my penis.

"Oh you don't want to know that, you might be held liable for something you don't want to do," I quickly answered.

Answering just as quickly but a little lower so no one else could hear she said, "You don't know me that well, I think you'd be surprised at what I'm willing to do." And with that said I once again was going to have to adjust myself when she wasn't looking.

Not shocking at all by this point the bartender had put down the pint glasses and was looking to Gemma, not even trying to hide what he was interest in as he stared straight down her shirt.

"What can I get you?" He asked.

"I will take a gin and tonic, and my boyfriend," at this Gemma pointed to me, "needed to put an order in as well."

That had thrown me off but having the bartenders attention I swiftly put in everyone's order. I looked back to Gemma inquisitively. She answered without needing to be asked, "I find that when a guy believes I'm taken he'll spend less time ogling me."

I started to speak "So..."

"Nope, happily single. Really haven't been here long enough to get to know anyone," she finished. This was looking to be quite the promising night. As we joined back into the group Brad directed his attention more and more towards Gemma. This put Daisy in an awkward spot but she took it in stride, almost as if this was a common occurrence for her. I felt bad but I wasn't about to lose out on my chance with a bombshell because I take pity on someone.

So that's how the night proceeded. Each of us consuming our fair amount of drinks and going back and forth attempting to win a night with Gemma. Neither Brad or I wanted to confront the other about backing off but we both thought we knew where this was going. That's why around eight, after roughly five hours of drinking and plenty more ahead of us, we were both shocked when Gemma announced she was calling it a night. As she stood up she gave each of us a hug, saying her goodbyes. When she got to me I had to urge to take a handful of her ass but restrained myself and settled for a slight graze against her bountiful chest.

After she had left Brad tried to change direction to Daisy again, surprisingly with some success. I had begun to feel like a third wheel and decided I would head out as well. As I was a short drive from here I didn't feel like getting behind the wheel was taking a risk. Unlike Gemma I wasn't much for goodbyes and instead pulled an Irish Goodbye, telling everyone I was headed to the bathroom I slipped out the front door and made my way to my car. Well that was the plan, but then I saw Gemma sitting outside, apparently waiting for something.

"Gemma?" I asked as I made my way towards her, "What are you still doing here?"

She stood up off the bench and told me, "Well I ordered a Lyft and it's still about twenty minutes away. And before you ask, I just needed some air after all the drinking we've been doing which is easier to do out here."

This was my opportunity.

"I can give you a ride. Come on," I said as I waved my hand for her to follow me. In my mind I was daydreaming again, fantasizing of her fishing my cock out while I drove her home. Those perfect lips wrapped around my shaft, bobbing her head up and down. Alas, life is not porn. We made small talk about her move, things she could do in the area, and the like. After fifteen minutes we arrived at her home. A small two bedroom house on the edge of town. I pulled up, idling my car.

Gemma looked at me, her smoky eyes staring directly into mine and asked, "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?"

"Yes," was my simple answer.

As she lead the way to her front door I once again found myself staring at her ass, wondering what it would look like if she didn't have pants on, hoping I'd find out soon. Inside her house was quaint. The walls adorned with paintings of scenery, a fairly decent sized tv and a three person couch. The one thing that stood out was a small shrine for Tottenham Hotspurs, her soccer team of choice. She walked back from her room having wanted to get more comfortable, comfort in this case was swapping the jeans for a very short pair of gym shorts and apparently the bra under her shirt. This I noticed due to her nipples poking through the thin material of the red v-neck.

She giggled as she noticed I couldn't help but stare. I had to pull my tongue back into my mouth and try and keep it shut. Her outfit left little to the imagination, and I was imagining. Looking at her thick legs thinking what'd she would taste like with those stems wrapped around my head.

"Whiskey?" She asked as she held up two eight ball glasses, snapping me out of my daze. I nodded. As she poured I sat on the couch and tried to make myself comfortable. She sat right next to me, legs folded underneath as she handed me my glass. We sat in silence for a few minutes as we sipped, wondering if I was ballsy enough to make the first move.

"What do you think of Eva?" Gemma asked, throwing me off as I didn't think work talk would be a point of conversation with this much sexual tension in the air.

I answered, "She's a good boss, let's us teach our way and always fights for us."

She laughed before stating, "I meant looks wise, because I think she is gorgeous. Damn shame she's married or else I'd be trying to take her home every night."

"Well yea she's beautiful. Hell before you got here I think she was the object of every man's lust," I answered before realizing what she had said, "Wait, are you a lesbian?"

"Nope," she answered and let some time pass, "Bi-sexual." Again she let that settle in. This woman was turning out to be more than I could handle, not that I wouldn't try.

"Are you and Brad competing for me?" She asked me as she put down her glass. I clearly looked stunned as she followed up the question, "I mean the two of you seemed pretty flirty with me tonight and I'm curious."

"No, I mean I think we just are both attracted to you but it's not like we're going to hate each other over you,"I replied.

"That's too bad," Gemma replied, "Because it really turns me on when me on when men fight over me." Now I was listening, Gemma's nipples seemed even harder than originally almost like she was going into heat.

"You seem to zone out a lot, what are you thinking about?" She finally asked. I couldn't stop myself at this point. Putting my glass down I turned to her, taking her cheek into my right hand and leaning in. It was a short kiss, her lips tasted like strawberries. As I pulled away she spoke,"Finally, I thought I was going to have to knock you out so I could get fucked." Her vulgarity shocked me but it also told me that Gemma was a slut, which suited me just fine. She spoke again, "Nobody at work finds out about this, okay?"

I nodded and with that she leaned back in and upon contact with my lips she inserted her tongue. I pushed her back into the couch and continued to make out with her but now reaching up to take a feel of her glorious tits. I could feel the nipple just below the fabric and gave one a pinch.

She moaned.

"You like that?" I asked, looking into those eyes again, this time seeing a fire of lust. She nodded to me, giving a barely audible 'uh-huh'. This time I tweaked her other nipple. With this she moaned into my ear and gave my neck a playful bite. I could feel my cock straining against my blue jeans.

I pulled back to take in Gemma one last time in all her innocence. She was breathing heavy causing her chest to go up and down. I gripped the bottom of the shirt tugging it up over her head. This woman was perfect. Although lying on her back her boobs were still larger than most. Atop those glorious tits rested nipples that were a little wider than an inch. From there her body led to her hips which flared out giving her an hourglass figure. While she was by no means a fitness model in terms of body shape her body fat was in all the right places giving her a flat stomach. Below her stomach she had her shorts on that showed a wet patch growing between her legs.

Not wanting to waste more time I dove back in and begun to nibble on her neck. I made my way down to her chest and began to gently suck on her nipples.her hands were in my hair messaging my scalp but also pushing me on. She wanted it rougher. I gave it to her biting down and eliciting a gasp from her.

"So, you like it rough," I stated.

"I do," She answered back.

"How rough do you want it, slut?" I asked hoping to gauge her willingness to go further.

"Mmmmm," again she bit her lip as she thought, "Give it to me as rough as possible."

"On your knees," I commanded, "And close your eyes."

She did as I told her to. With her eyes closed and head tilted up I knew that by the end of the night I was going to glaze her face in a huge load. I unbuckled and unzipped, finally freeing my cock from it's prison. With that done I dropped my pants and briefs and threw them to the side. I thought about slapping her in the face with my meat but decided against it, the real pleasure would come from reaction upon sight.

"Open up," I told her to which she responded by opening her mouth, "While I appreciate the eagerness I meant your eyes. Open up your eyes."

Upon opening her eyes turned as large as saucers. "Holy fuck," she whispered as she quivered and her mouth slightly dropped. She placed a hand on the ground to keep stable. She looked up to me and said "I think I just came."

That was a reaction that was new but I can't say I was taken back. One thing I was always blessed with was a well hung cock. Completely hard as it was right now it measured slightly less than ten and a half inches while being slightly thicker than a water bottle. Plenty of girls had tried and failed to take it before but it never seemed to dampen their willingness to try. And by looking into Gemma's eyes I could see that same fire in her soul.