The New Teachers Club

The arrival of their food ended the discussion of Linda's career choices and for the rest of the meal they talked about the coming school year. Both Chris and Linda, experienced teachers with several years in the classroom, fielded numerous questions from Peri, who was surprisingly on her first job out of college.

"You must have made a hell of an impression in your interview. My guess is Hindale hires very few new graduates," Chris said.

"I got lucky, I think. I was part of a show for new artists at a gallery downtown and one of the school's board members came to the opening night party. We got to talking and she said I should apply," Peri said. "I guess she put in a good word."

"That just means she saw how talented you were. It wasn't luck, you were talented enough to get into the show, and you're talented enough for this job," Chris replied.

Peri smiled at him. "Thanks," she said.

They finished their noodles and Linda ordered a brownie to go, which she planned to drop off at Meg's office on the way back. They pulled into the parking lot just before one, right about when Meg was fingering herself to climax in the girl's restroom. Linda bid the other two a good afternoon and headed over to the gym to deliver her gift to Meg. By the time she knocked on Meg's office door, the athletic blonde had smoothed out her clothes and caught her breath, but just barely.

"Hey, how was lunch," she said warmly when she saw Linda in the doorway.

"Great. We went to this cool little noodle place down the street. It was really good. How was yours? Did your husband take you someplace nice?"

"Actually, he couldn't make it. An emergency client meeting," Linda said, trying to make it sound as if she hadn't minded.

"You should have called. We'd have brought you back more than this," Linda said, holding up a small box. "They had these brownies in a display case and they looked heavenly, so I brought you one."

Meg smiled appreciatively, truly touched by the gesture. "That's really sweet. I thought about calling you guys, but it was already past twelve and I figured I needed to get stuff done here. Plus I'm meeting with a couple of parent volunteers in just a few minutes, and I didn't want to risk being late. "

"Well, did you eat at all?"

"Yeah, I got some stuff from the vending machine," Meg said, remembering for the first time that she had left her purchases on the bench in the boy's locker room. Hopefully, they had not been seen and she could sneak back down and recover them later.

"Well, enjoy the brownie. We were thinking about maybe getting a drink after work. Can you join us?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a lot of fun. I'll definitely be there."

After Linda left, Meg wolfed down the brownie then stepped into the locker room to wash her hands and see if she'd gotten any chocolate on her face. While doing so, she heard a knocking coming from her office and called out "Be right there."

She returned through the training room and back into her office to find two women standing just inside her doorway. Despite expecting them, her stomach still tightened a little and she could feel her face redden. Sure enough, Bree Vance and Stacy Kern were the two women she'd seen just minutes earlier getting fucked by Oscar Torres and licking his cum from each other's faces.

"Mrs. Black, I presume," said Stacy, stepping forward and extending her hand.

"Yes. That's me. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kern," Meg said.

"Call me Stacy. And this is Bree Vance."

The platinum blonde stepped forward and held out her hand, looking Meg directly in the eye and smiling slightly. Meg couldn't quite interpret the look, but a chill ran up her spine nevertheless.

"Please, sit," Meg said, gesturing to the two chairs facing her desk. For the next half hour, the three women chatted about their experiences teaching, coaching, and volunteering. Meg shared that she had been a two-sport athlete in college, playing both soccer and lacrosse. She had also played volleyball in high school. Bree had played on her high school's basketball and volleyball squads while Stacy had played soccer and ran track.

Bree would spend several afternoons a week helping out with the basketball and volleyball squads during their seasons while Stacy would likewise help with soccer. Both women also would occasionally be available to help out in regular classes if needed be, for which Meg was extremely grateful.

"Well, I'm really looking forward to working with both of you," Meg said warmly as the two women stood up to go. "I'm hopeful we'll be able to field some very competitive squads."

"Agreed," said Bree. "I just know we'll have so much fun working together."

Meg wasn't sure how to interpret Bree's final words, or rather the flirty tone in which they'd been delivered. Once they left, she sat down and took several deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves and the arousal that had flared up between her legs during the meeting.

For their part, Bree and Stacy were hardly out the door before they gave each other predatory looks.

"Jesus, she's hotter than Oscar said. You think we'll get into those pants?" Stacy asked her friend and lover.

"I got into yours, didn't I," responded Bree. "And as I recall, you were, at the time, the advisor to your church's chastity club."

"How right you are," Stacy said, looking around quickly before pulling Bree in for a deep kiss. "How the fuck was I supposed to resist you, though? Poor Mrs. Black doesn't have a chance."

"You're right. Why don't you go ahead? I just realized I forgot my phone in her office," Bree said, giving one of Stacy's breasts a gentle squeeze.

"Oh, you bad girl. She's got less time than I realized. Well, I'll want details tonight. Craig won't be home until late, and I'll send the kids to the movies."

"It's a date," Bree said, giving Stacy another kiss, then turning and heading back down the hallway.

A minute later, Meg looked up at the sound of a knock and froze when she saw Bree standing there, a wicked grin on her face.

"Oh, uh, hi Bree. Can I help you?" she asked nervously. She'd been having a fantasy about the two women and her hand had just begun to slide down to her crotch when Bree had knocked. She hoped the woman hadn't noticed.

"Oh, I forgot my phone," Bree said, stepping in and bending over to retrieve her phone, which she had surreptitiously slid under Meg's desk with her foot when no one else was looking. She stood up and looked at Meg, who had remained seated and was having a hard time meeting the beautiful mother's gaze. Bree moved around the desk to stand beside her. Meg looked confused but said nothing, even when Bree bent down and pressed her lips to the teacher's ear.

"Plus, I thought you might be getting hungry," she whispered in a husky, seductive tone. As she said the words, she reached into her shoulder back and pulled out the bag of chips and soda that Meg had left on the bench.

"I, I don't know...what you're talking about," Meg stammered, suddenly both terrified and incredibly aroused.

"I thought I saw a shadow moving in the darkness by the lockers and when I found the food, I knew someone had been enjoying the show. And when you knew which one of us was Mrs. Kern, well, there is really only one way you could have known that, isn't there?"

Bree leaned in closer and ran the tip of her tongue along Meg's ear. She gasped but did not pull away. When Bree ran her fingers lightly across the tips of her breasts, a slight moan escaped from Meg's parted lips. Bree turned Meg's chair gently so that they faced each other, and pressed her lips to Meg's, pushing her tongue slightly into the teacher's warm, wet mouth.

Without a second thought, Meg pushed her head forward, pressing back into Bree, sliding her tongue forward to meet her guest's. After several seconds, Bree pulled away and looked down at Meg.

"What did you do when you got back here? I'll bet you locked the door and dropped your pants, didn't you?"

"Yes, well, I went into one of the stalls," Meg confessed, looking yearningly at Bree. "I was so turned on. You are so fucking sexy, all of you."

"Well, you are very shortly going to find out just how sexy we are," she said to Meg, then pulled her up out of her chair. Bree leaned back against the desk and wrapped her arms around the new teacher, pulling their bodies together. They kissed for several minutes, hands roaming over each other.

"Come with me," Bree said, grabbing Meg's hand and pulling her into the training room. "I need to taste you bad."

"What if someone comes in?" Meg asked. "I don't want to get fired."

"At Hindale? Honey, in no time at all you are going to realize that at Hindale, fucking around is considered one of your benefits, like the retirement plan and insurance. Everybody does it."

Meg couldn't believe what she'd heard, but instinctively knew it was true. As soon as they got into the training room, they quickly stripped and Bree flattened the futon then pushed Meg down. She paused for a second, staring down at Meg's body. She was tall with firm succulent breasts and a flat, hard stomach. Her blonde bush was neatly trimmed and her arms and legs were muscular but not bulky. Bree slid between Meg's legs and began kissing and licking at her new lover's pussy, which was by then soaking. Meg propped herself up on her elbows, watching with fascination as this mother of two Hindale students eagerly ate her out. Meg had been with women in college but it had been awhile. Now, she could not imagine why she had waited so long to be with another woman. Oh yeah, she was married, she thought. Well, fuck her husband, this was way better anyway. After a couple of minutes, Bree increased her pace and pushed two fingers into Meg's cunt and almost immediately, waves of pleasure washed across her as she climaxed for the second time in less than an hour.

Bree crawled up her body and the two women continued to kiss and fondle each other, and then Meg slid down Bree's body, pausing along the way to lick and suck on her breasts and then kissed her way down to the woman's waxed pussy. She licked, kissed, and nibbled Bree to an orgasm, after which they lay on the futon, kissing and cuddling until Bree announced she had to leave to pick up her children. She kissed Meg one last time and promised that she, Stacy and Meg would be playing a lot this school year.

After saying goodbye to Linda in the parking lot, Chris and Peri had headed up to the main building where their classrooms were located. Peri decided to spend the afternoon inventorying art supplies and making up lists of materials that might be needed for some of the projects she hoped to have the students work on. Chris focused his efforts on developing lesson plans for the upcoming weeks. He liked to have his lessons worked out well in advance including what topics would be covered when, what materials would appear on tests, and what projects he would assign. He had been at this task for about an hour when his classroom phone rang.

"Hi, this is Chris," he said.

"Hi Mr. Wilson, this is Rena Abbot, the school nurse. We met this morning," a cheery woman's voice said.

"Yes, of course, how can I help you?" he replied, puzzled as to why the school nurse would be calling him. Perhaps she, like him, had been obsessing over how they might know each other.

"I was wondering if you could come down to my office. I'm on the ground floor, just a couple of floors below you, actually. I wanted to discuss a student with you."

"Sure, I'll be right down," he said, wondering why the nurse would need to discuss a student with him. If he were assigned to the lower grades, it might make sense, since younger students were assigned to one classroom where they stayed for most of the day. But the seventh and eighth graders switched classes every hour, so there wouldn't be a student he would have in his class for any extended period of time.

A few minutes later, he pulled open the door to the nurse's office and stepped into what must have been the waiting area. There were two small couches, a couple of chairs, and a small desk. A doorway behind the desk was covered by a white hospital curtain, no doubt screening off the area where Ms. Abbot examined students.

"Hello," he called out.

"Back here, just push past the curtain," a voice replied. He followed her directions and ducked past the curtain into the next room. Rena Abbot was sitting on one of those cushioned medical exam benches with the little footrest on the end and the inclined back rest.

"Thanks for coming, Mr. Wilson," said the nurse, a short, thin woman with a shock of wild red hair and gleaming green eyes. She had a light dusting of freckles across her face, no makeup and a long-sleeved medical scrub shirt and pants, both pale blue. "I bet you're wondering why I called you down here."

"Well, yes, a little. It's about a student, you said. Do all of his or her teachers need to be alerted to some medical condition or something?"

"No, nothing like that. In fact, there is no student, or at least not one we need to discuss." She smiled brightly at him, looking a bit like the cat that ate the canary. He looked at her for a second, curious, but not angry.

"Okay, I'll bite. Why am I here?" he asked.

"I was wondering, do you remember me?" she asked, still grinning madly.

"Honestly, I feel like we've met, but I'm sorry, I just can't place you," he said, smiling weakly and shrugging his shoulders.

"I'm not surprised. There were a lot of people there and I was dressed very differently," Rena said. "Maybe this will refresh your memory."

Without any warning, she reached down and pulled off her shirt. Chris' jaw dropped and he stared at her, speechless. It wasn't just that she was suddenly topless; it was that he now recognized her.

Rena Abbot had a full moon tattooed on her stomach with her bellybutton at its center. A line of psychedelic-looking butterflies of myriad colors, each about the size of a dime, formed a wavy line as they rose upward through her cleavage, where they massed together into a multi-colored mass about the size of a fifty-cent piece between and just above her small, creamy-white breasts. It was a unique piece of skin art, and he now remembered when he had seen it before.

"The McClarren's mid-summer party," he said in a flat voice.

"Right!" She jumped off the bench and came over to him. "I had a blast, and I'm sure you and your wife did too, right?"

The memory came back to him in vivid color. He had been sitting in an armchair in the basement den of Mitch and Kelly McClarren. They were hosting one of their quarterly swingers' parties and he was watching as his wife, kneeling on an air mattress, was fucked from behind by the teenager who had been cutting their lawn all spring and summer. It had been a shock to see him there and Claire, who'd been lusting after the kid since the first time she saw his sweaty, naked torso, was moaning and bucking back against his thrusts. Suddenly, a diminutive, tattooed and pierced red-haired woman wearing thigh-high stockings and a thin gold chain around her waist, had walked over and stood before Claire, legs splayed and pussy spread wide by her fingers.

"Oh yeah," Claire had moaned. "Let me have some of that."

The newcomer smiled at her, then sat down facing his wife and spread her legs again. Claire had dived in, licking and sucking for all she was worth, while the kid's thrusts drove her harder into the woman's bald, wet cunt. The redhead had looked over and stared directly into Chris' eyes, smiling while his wife ate her out. After several minutes, the kid and she climaxed at almost the same time, and Claire had spun around and all but ordered the short, thin woman to lick the teen's jizz from her pussy. Then Chris' view had been blocked by a tall, slightly overweight brunette who had crawled up onto the chair and shoved her tits in his face while lowering herself onto his rock-hard cock. By the time he and the brunette had finished, both the teen and redhead had disappeared, and Claire was riding a middle-aged black man's erection for all she was worth.

Chris had not seen the woman again, until this morning at the new teacher's orientation.

"So, how long have you and your wife been into the scene," Rena asked, looking up at him.

"Pretty much since we started dating," he confessed. Neither of them believed strongly in monogamy, with Claire all but telling him on their first date that there was no way she could fuck just one person for the rest of her life. "And you?"

"Since a gangbang in college. I used to be a good Christian girl, but after six hard cocks in one night, I knew I could never settle for just one."

He might have asked what a good church-going girl was doing getting gang banged, but he was too freaked out by the situation he now found himself in. He gazed down at Rena, a sick feeling in his stomach. "So now what?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she replied, looking genuinely puzzled.

"I don't know. I mean, you know my secret and I guess I know yours, and I still don't know why I'm here," he said. "I mean, if you want something to keep my secret..."

"Oh god, you don't think I'm trying to blackmail you or anything, do you, because that's not at all my intention. No, no. I just figured since we have already seen each other naked, there wouldn't be any harm in, you know, playing around some."

"Wait, you want to fuck? Now?" he asked in disbelief. "I can't risk my job like that."

"Relax, there's no risk. There are very few people here at Hindale who haven't fucked at least one of their co-workers. Didn't you notice that all four of you are really hot? That's not a coincidence. Stearns and Jefferson never hire anyone they don't want to eventually screw and they don't care if the rest of us join in either."

Chris stared at her, mouth agape, for several seconds. He had been literally shocked into silence by her words.

"Seriously, I bet you ten bucks that at least one of your new colleagues has already gotten laid today, probably that new girls gym teacher," Rena said. "Oscar Torres works fast, and he is one sexy stud."

"Wait," Chris said, holding up his hands. "Is this some kind of bizarre joke?"

Rena stepped back and looked at him, frustration showing on her face.

"No, it's not. Do you think I would have taken off my top if I was just pulling some joke? Look, I've got a bed in the back where sick kids rest. It's also where I sometimes fuck. If you want to join me, great. If not, maybe I'll call down to that sexy new art teacher. I'll be she's a monster in bed."

Chris let his gaze wonder down her body. Beneath her see-thru white bra, he could see two silver bars piercing her nipples. He recalled that she also had a piercing of the hood just above her clitoris, because his wife had raved about it and was still considering having it done. She had a thin, fit body and his mouth began to water as he imagined what it would be like to go down on her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. Frankly, I'd love to fuck you. I was very jealous of my wife that night."

"Really? That's so nice," Rena said. "Come on."

She turned and let him through another doorway, again closed off by a curtain. Beyond it was a small hallway with four more rooms off it, their curtains pulled open. There were two rooms with beds, a storage area and what looked like Rena's small office. She led him into the furthest resting room, kissed him gently on the lips and told him to undress while she locked the door to the office.

When she returned, he was naked and lying down, his dick sticking straight up. He ogled her body as she stepped into the room. She had shed her pants and underwear and he could see the piercing just above her clit. She had him scoot down the bed a few inches, and then squatted over his face. She lowered herself down so that her pussy was directly above his lips. He lifted his head and began to lick at the soft folds, occasionally flicking at her piercing with the tip of his tongue. He felt her lean forward and then his cock was sucked into her mouth. He could feel her tongue curving around it.