Chapter Two -- And Teacher Makes Three
Brian Bitner sat on the edge of the bed, looking down on the naked woman. He rose reluctantly to his feet and began to dress.
"I need you to do something," he said.
She looked up at the young man but said nothing.
"I'm having trouble with one of my teachers," he continued. "It's Miss Goodman, English Lit. And it's not just me. There are two other wrestlers in the class and she's laying it on all of us. It's getting so bad that we're not able to keep our grades up. And that means no state meet."
He hesitated for a moment, looking at the school principal as she lay naked on the bed. For the first time in their month long relationship, there was a pleading -- almost a begging -- in his voice. "Can you do anything?"
Ms. Virginia Lee sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She looked at the young man who had become her master a month earlier and for the first time saw a weakness in his face. "What would you like me to do?" she asked.
"I don't know. Talk to her, maybe. Tell her how important wrestling is to us. Anything. Just get her to give us a break."
Ms. Lee rose to her feet and began pacing the floor, seemingly unaware of her nudity. She turned to face Brian. "Remember the first day you took me?" she asked.
A wicked little smile found its way to his face. "How could I forget?"
She grinned back. "Anyway, it seems I had a little incident fulfilling your initial demands."
She relived that day quickly in her mind. It'd started with that e-mail and the little bag it directed her to. The bag contained explicit pictures that a student from the prior year had used to blackmail her. It also contained a camera and instructions that she, while still in her office, was to strip, take revealing pictures of herself, and put the camera, her bra and her panties in the bag and deposit them in a specified empty locker.
She'd followed his instructions to the letter. Everything had gone smoothly until she was getting dressed. That was when Miss Cori Goodman knocked on her office door. In her rush to get dressed and answer the door, Ms. Lee only got her white blouse partly tucked in. Further, she hadn't put the suit jacket on over the blouse. The result was that Miss Goodman got an eye full when the door finally swung open.
The really interesting thing, though, was the visitor's reaction -- a wide-eyed, open mouthed stare that rendered the young teacher effectively witless. She'd mumbled a quick apology and left hurriedly.
"Anyway," Ms. Lee said to Brian. "She's acted very strange ever since. She avoids me when she can, and when she can't, she's as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date."
Brian hesitated a moment, digesting this new information. "So what you're saying . . ." he started out, but she cut him off.
"What I'm saying is that Cori Goodman has the hots for me. And unless I'm very much mistaken, I'd say she tends to be on the submissive side. What if I were to seduce her and deliver her to you on a silver platter. Would that solve your problem?"
A broad smile crossed Brian's lips as he took the principal in his arms. "Yes, I think that would solve the problem nicely."
* * *
It was almost 7:00 PM that Friday evening as Ms. Lee paced the floor, anxiously awaiting her prey. She thought back to earlier that day, to the look on Cori's face when she'd told her that she wanted her to come by her house that evening so they could address the tension between them. She laughed. The poor woman had no idea what was about to hit her.
* * *
Cori arrived at Ms. Lee's house a few minutes early. When she slowed in front of the house, however, her nerves got the better of her and she sped up, taking an extra lap around the block to calm herself.
She was more successful the second time around. Although still very nervous, she did manage to stop the car, get out and start the long, nerve-wracking walk up the driveway.
She was an absolute wreck, and she knew it. She'd had a thing for Ms. Lee since the first day she'd seen her, roughly a year and a half earlier. And it didn't even make sense! Sure she'd been with women before, but it'd never been anything serious. At least it hadn't been before Ms. Lee came along.
She'd tried to analyze it, but without success. Maybe it was the way Ms. Lee carried herself. Maybe it was her obvious self confidence. Maybe it was the way she always seemed to be in control of things. Or maybe it was just her body.
Every time she thought about her boss's body her legs turned to rubber and her stomach started to churn. It was, after all, a beautiful body; so different than her own. It was the body that Cori had always wished she'd had. Where Cori stood 5'5" tall, Virginia rose to a beautiful 5'8". While they both had long, full hair, Virginia's was a beautiful, wavy blonde, far superior to her own dreary brunette locks. But mostly it was her breasts. They were magnificent things, proudly filling out any outfit -- making even an ordinary top look sexy. Even though her B-cups seemed the perfect fit for her own body, in her mind they paled in comparison to Virginia's stately orbs.
And then there was that day last month when the principal opened her office door and those beautiful mounds of braless sex were standing out so brazenly within that white, nearly see-through blouse . . .
* * *
The knock at the front door startled Ms. Lee. She'd been so wrapped up in her own thoughts, that she hadn't heard the car pull up.
She turned to the mirror, one final check to ensure that everything was just right. The pale blue dress looked striking on her. It was short, coming to barely mid thigh. It tied behind the neck, just above a slightly plunging back. It outlined her figure magnificently, but without being tight or clingy. The plunging neckline made it obvious there was no bra. In point of fact, the dress was absolutely the only thing she had on.
She turned and reached for the door.
Cori's jaw dropped noticeably as the door swung open and the principal came into view. In hindsight, that was the moment of her surrender. She hadn't even entered the house -- not a single word had been exchanged. Even so, as she stood before the bare-footed animal before her, the fate of the evening had already been cast in stone. And she didn't have a clue.
"I didn't know I was supposed to dress up," she finally managed to stammer, referring to Ms. Lee's dress versus her own blue jeans and tank top.
But Virginia only laughed lightly, took the younger teacher by the hand and pulled her inside.
"I'll take your jacket," she said as she closed the door. She hung the jacked in the closet and turned back to her guest.
"You look like you could use some wine." And without waiting for a response she placed her hand on the small of her back and guided her towards the kitchen.
"Would you mind doing the honors?" she said as they entered the kitchen.
