I sat in the back of the classroom as I had 10 years earlier, but this time the roles were a little different. As a “parent” I was now on the adult side of parent/teacher night. But I still felt awkward and out of place. Everyone else here was older and seemed more at ease; I had already twice been mistaken for a student. I got tired of explaining that it was my little sister I was here for, and that I was here legal guardian.
My parents had divorced years ago and our father had not been a factor in 5 years, but when our mother was killed in a car wreck I had petition the court for custody of my then 12 year old sister. The judge agreed that it was in Beth’s best interest to keep as stable a life as possible after such a tragedy and that uprooting her from her friends and community to find a dead beat dad would only be detrimental. Luckily for me we had plenty of family in the surrounding area to check in on us and also to give me a chance to live the life of a health young stud in his mid-20’s while dealing a teenage girl going through puberty.
For the most part we had as healthy a family life as possible, luckily not have to deal with any of the “real-life” situations on show like Party of Five, but it did wear on my dating life. Girls were touched at first that I was willing to sacrifice as much of myself for my sister. But after a while they would get mad at me for not being able to go on weekend trips to New Orleans or going to see the Dave Matthews Band on a Wednesday night. But anyone who would make me choose between my sisters well being and their teasing blow-jobs was not worth more than 10 minutes of my time.
I had come to her high school for several meeting with guidance counselors about her college future and with a few of her teacher for one on ones about her grades, but this was the first time I had been amongst other parents. Beth’s theater class had put together a short film and all of the families were asked to come down and screen it. I figured it would be a good show of support and it would be nice to go back to the theater room that I had not been back in since my senior year.
In the middle of my junior year our drama teacher, an old hag named Mrs. Scholenberg, had quit and been replaced a fresh faced Sarah McBrill. The class quickly became the favorite of all of the guys as Ms. McBrill showed her inexperience with students and we got away with anything we wanted. It did not help any that she still had the look of a college coed. But secretly I always thought she knew just what she was doing when she would get members of the football team to work hand in hand with the chess club. And to top it all off, the girls in the class all thought of her as a close confidant.
I had jerked of quietly hundreds of times thinking of her pert tits being slowly undressed. Imaging her perfect lips begging me to fuck her. But I had never even once been able to look her in the eye, let alone say more than “hey Ms. McBrill” and “I gotta get to my next class”. Not that I thought she would ever have anything to do with one of her students. I mean why would a teacher risk their career for a quick fuck with a lankly kid from 5th period. (But looking back as I hear on the news more and more often about teacher giving students “extra credit” work…)
When I first entered the classroom I realized it had not changed much in the 10 years of my absence. Ms McBrill, now Mrs. Johnson had not aged badly at all. With only the slight wisps of gray touching her hair and an even smaller crow's feet gracing her ageless face, but her figure had filled out oh so nicely. She said she did not remember me exactly, but with a little prodding I brought back some of those memories of her first class. She smiled at me as though she truly cared but quickly asked me to be seated as she greeted the next set of parents who came into to the classroom.
The back of the class had always suited me well. Not that I was a bad student, it was just that I found it easier to escape the nerd title while still working on my schoolwork. I even found at time that the jocks in the back of the class would protect me around school in exchange for “helping” them with some of their schoolwork. But now I found myself returning out of habit to my old seat next to the A/V platform.
Mrs. Johnson addressed us all once all of the parents had arrived, but I did not pay much attention as I found myself looking around the room at all of the older ladies and their husbands. I compared myself to all of the men and wondered in my head which of their wives I could have my way with. None of the students had been asked to attend, as this was to be a time for the adults to come together without any of the high school cliques taking over. But I still was alienated at the back of the room, but I was happy there ogling a couple of milfs. Still no one really compared to Mrs. Johnson who was dressed rather conservatively, but unlike everyone else in the room I had seen her in tighter more formfitting clothes and that image re-emerged to the front of my mind bring with it a semi-erection.
Mrs. Johnson came to the back of the room and dimmed the lights before she started the film. She had warned us that the content of the film was a little racier than things most of the parents would have been doing for a class assignment when they were in school, but the school board had finally okayed the project. Mrs. Johnson had staked a lot of her career on this project, but she had secretly hoped that she would get fired standing up for it. The story was of a trio of friends who had taken their friendship to the next level but were afraid of what society would think of their openness. People had initially balked at the thought of swinging high schoolers, but certain skeletons in closets keep a lot of the noise down.
As the film started Mrs. Johnson took a seat next to the projector which just happened to put her right next to me. Initially with the lights down I could not see anyone, but as my eyes adjusted I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Johnson fidgeting in her chair. I figured she did not really care to watch the film and was just antsy, and as for me, Beth’s acting role was over in the opening scene, so I my mind started to drift.
As the film continued to drone on I wondered how many fathers had drifted off to sleep and how many mothers were working on shopping lists in their head. And as I glanced around the room my eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw Mrs. Johnson with her dress hiked up and a hand defiantly on the teacher’s pet!
