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.
