It had been a few weeks since back to school night and things had slowed down a bit. We had officially entered fall season and football was in full effect. I luckily had escaped my duties as an assistant coach this year due to my upgrade as Head of English. No more long weeknights spent coaching and no more Friday nights wasted trying to pretend that I cared about a team that had never won more than four games in my time there. While I'd like to say this extra time was used being productive helping my students the truth was I was spending all that time with Gemma.
We weren't dating by any means, she too seemed to value an open relationship, so we spent all our time together fucking. The woman had a sexual appetite that was insatiable. After a month of trying every position I could think of she was truly becoming my own personal slut. She told me stories of how she had never been this open with anyone. She was still holding off on letting me take her ass but I knew it was only a matter of time as I had slowly been getting her use to taking toys of various sizes. To say I was excited was an understatement.
Every day she came into school just the sight of her gave me reason to question whether I ever needed another woman in my life. Today she strolled in to school wearing a pink dress that went past her knees and had a collar that buttoned above her collarbone. It all gave the image of a very prim and proper English woman. But like usual her body was jut too perfect to be contained by any dress. The curves of her double Ds and tight ass were only accentuated by the cut of her dress. Every head turned as she bobbed down the hallway waving hello to a few of the students.
My mind flashed back to our last fuck session, me burying myself into her as I sucked at her tits, making my way up to her neck. She moaned into my ear as I bit at her neck. That was exactly the reason she had been wearing high collared clothing all week, hiding the bite marks and hickies along her neck. Once again I could feel the blood flowing to my cock. I was brought back to attention by a whiff of perfume, a brand that Gemma always wore.
Looking her on the eyes it always amazed me how gorgeous she could be and get away with wearing no make up. Her high cheekbones rested atop a perfectly structured jawline. Her chocolate colored eyes were surrounded by the only makeup on her face, just a hint of eyeshadow. Her lips were the perfect shape and size, ones which were fantastic at sucking dick. They split into a perfect smile as she spoke.
"Daydreaming again, John?" She asked me. " Hopefully something you'll show me later," She whispered under her breath.
I looked around nervously hoping no one heard and saw that none of the students seemed to have took two seconds out of their day to listen in. I responded back, "Yes, ma'am."
"She smiled, letting me in on her little plan, "Good. I need some help with the auditorium and setting up for next weekend's play."
I smiled in response, "Of course."
"See you tonight."
Looks like Gemma had decided tonight would be an extension of our recent escapades and we would be taking things up a notch. Sex at school was one thing I had never considered but I certainly was going to take advantage if a sex crazed British woman wanted to take the lead. Tonight was shaping up to be a hell of a night.
By period nine, the last one of the day, the anticipation was killing me. Instead of having a class I had been assigned a study hall. I had the students sitting mostly in silence but didn't mind if a few exchanged words. My attention was caught briefly as I saw a piece of paper passed between the students. I hated to get someone in trouble for cheating, especially on something as simple as homework, but I couldn't ignore blatant cheating.
"Mr. Johnson!" I yelled over to Scott, not needing to stand up, only holding my and out, asking for the paper in his hand. He saw my hand then looked to the paper and slowly brought up the biggest shit eating grin on his face. I really hated this asshole kid, always smug, thinking he was better than everyone. Thing is he probably was. Captain of the football team and somehow balancing that with his grades to achieve high marks in every class putting him in lead for Valedictorian. He had the pick of any school he wanted for college, and if the rumors were true, any girl in school.
Walking up he handed me the sheet and leaned back waiting for my reaction. I looked down to see it wasn't homework at all. There were nine words on the sheet. A headline that read 'Marry Fuck Kill' with three names below, in the following order:
Ms. Brown
Ms. Jones
Ms. Love
Gemma, Daisy, and Amber. A teacher, a a librarian and the school nurse.Daisy was a restrained and conservative brunette who spent most of her time in the Library shelving books. I was shocked to see the students had even noticed her as she rarely came out during the school day. Apparently she was as reserved in the bedroom too. Brad had been dating her for the last month and let me know that to this point she only had blown him and she had yet to let him get any more. He said the blowjob was decent but he really wanted to fuck her at least once. Secretly I think he had a bigger thing for her and didn't want anybody to know he was capable of emotion.
The other, Amber, was the newest school nurse who was fresh out of college at twenty-two. She had started up shortly after the school year started and was easily becoming eye candy for most of the student population. Amber was a platinum blonde, tall and curvy with perky little tits. Her smile was extremely seductive and always begged the question of whether or not she wanted to get fucked to oblivion. And apparently the students had been thinking it too. A heavy amount of the fuck votes had been marked next to her name, quite a few of the marry votes went Gemma's way, and Daisy was left with what remained.
It was a cruel high school game and I didn't want this continuing. I stuffed the letter in my pocket and looked up to see Scott still smiling.
"Is something funny?" I asked.
He quickly responded, "Just wondering what you would vote for?"
"Sit down before you get in more trouble."
"Or maybe you already have a win column you'd like to add in, a story to tell us?"
"Sit down," I left no room for interpretation as I pointed back to his desk. As he walked back I had to wonder if he knew about me and Gemma. There was no way, unless someone had seen me leave her place. Someone like Natalie, his ex-girlfriend that saw me walking out after that first night. I tried my best to put this out of my mind, only finally succeeding when I realized we hadn't done anything wrong. No one can fire two adults for enjoying a great fuck every couple weeks. Or every weekend.
As I watched the class leave and either head for student parking or the busses I received a text. Gemma. All it said was to meet in the auditorium. The next text came through to show a picture of her with her dress zipped down about halfway down her back and looking over her shoulder into the mirror. Game time.
The students had slowly trickled out and surprisingly none were in the auditorium. Once I turned some of the background lights on I understood why. Gemma had taken over the stage turning it into a massive production for the school's version of
