This is one of two experimental parts (5a and 5b.) A much shorter follow on story about what the two teachers and their students get up to. It follows straight on from part 5, so it might help to have read at least that part first. All characters are over the age of 18. The events described are entirely fictional. The author does not condone such activity in real life. It's just a story; if you don't like such topics, please do not read. However, I appreciate your rating and comments, especially on this shorter format. I always try to use feedback to improve.
"Happy birthday Martin," Melanie said with a warm smile. "And then the phone rang."
"Hi Dianne," she said, "It was fucking amazing. Oh yes, I think he had a good time. Ok, cool, we still have some time then. Don't suppose we could shower? There was a pause. "Ok, will do." Then she hung up the phone. "I think Martin, I need a long hot shower she said. "Gather the props and then grab a shower, too, if you want." Martin nodded. He checked around the room carefully to ensure there were no signs of their presence; he tipped the props from the drawer into a bag and then carefully checked that everything was there. He then replaced the drawer in the cabinet. They had fucked in the spare room so Dianne could deal later with the bed linen. Martin found he was finished in no time, so he went off and found the other shower in the house.
When he returned to the bedroom, he found Melanie standing with her back to him. She turned when she heard him enter and gave him a warm smile. Her eyes dropped to the bulge between his legs and then back to his face. Martin was an impressive figure in just his boxer shorts, and her mind wandered to how familiar she was with what he was packing. Martin loved seeing girls dressed only in a man's shirt, especially if, like Miss Anderson, they had great legs. The vision in front of him was near enough to give him an instant hard-on. She had a sweater on which had a zip down the front, but otherwise was wearing only a pair of socks. Melanie was holding up a pair of trousers, ready to put them on. Once again, his teacher's eyes dropped to the bulge between his legs and then back to his face, and he guessed by her face that she noticed the bulge was more prominent than before.
"Hey," she said but not sounding like she meant it. Martin had marched across the room and, like the sheet earlier, snatched the trousers from her hands. He then tossed them into the corner while his eyes stayed fixed on her. Next, he tugged the zip of her sweater down, revealing a great deal of cleavage as her breasts were now nestling in a black low-cut bra. "Hey," she said again when he pushed her onto the bed. Melanie landed seated, so Martin dropped beside her and kissed her. Melanie's lips responded instantly to his mouth, and they shared another long sensuous kissing session. Her hands came up to his shoulders, and when his tongue ceased exploring her mouth, she pushed into his. When Martin pulled back, he loved the lost, dreamy look on his teacher's face, but when she spoke, she was serious. "We can't," she said.
"Sure we can," he replied. "Look," and he showed her his phone and the "Find a Friend" app, which showed that Mrs Banner was yet to leave town. "They are at least two hours away," Martin said smugly. He reached down, slid a bra strap off her left shoulder, and as her breast popped out from the cup, he gently took the nipple into his mouth. Then he repeated the process, on the other side, conscious that Melanie was looking down and smiling at him. Then she leant back a little, leaning on her hands and lifting her head.
