Part Seventeen: Casual Fridays
For all the fuss made -- rightly so -- over punishing young women for letting their bra straps or midriffs show, the notion that teachers couldn't perform their jobs in a pair of jeans didn't receive enough press. The same went for most professions with similar dress codes, really, but standing all day in front of people half of whose fashion sense was clearly guided by the principle of whatever lay at the top of their drawer... well, it felt like more than a little hubris. Nevertheless, while my union dues had done nothing to stymy the proliferation of standardized testing, increase control over the curriculum, raise my income at a pace with cost of living, or reduce class size, it had granted me the right, once a week, to wear jeans and a t-shirt.
Not too bad, all things considered.
That particular Friday, I'd even gone that 3% bit extra and worn the jeans I usually reserved for a first date. They fit snug, especially across my butt and groin, which helped make leg days seem worth it. Hardly anyone would notice or care, but I would. Taylor, I hoped, would. There was something to be said for looking good for your woman.
Not that Taylor Stern was my... oh, whatever.
There had been so many pleasant days of work in a row that it was almost suspicious. Spring weather and the promise of summer freedom had a way of bolstering morale, and my decision to reposition
Catcher
to the end of the unit rotation seemed to be helping as well. My juniors were less enthralled with
1984
, but the malcontents were quiet about it, at least. I even got a compliment on the jeans from a student other than Taylor, which was a bit less appropriate, but Tabitha had always enjoyed some brown on her nose. The more her classmates teased her about it, the more she licked those boots. Besides, for my part, I wasn't about to reject a little flattery.
Abbie stopped by during Taylor's after school session to see if I was free that evening. Having spent the previous night recuperating, I assured her that I was indeed up for anything.
"What did you have in mind? I wouldn't object to a quiet night in. How you young people say, Netflix and chill?"
Taylor groaned. "Oh my god, I am never going to be able to hear you do your 'how you young people say' routine again without thinking of that, you filthy old bastard."
"How quiet we talking?" Abbie inquired. "I was thinking it might be time to have ourselves another foursome. Last weekend was pretty fucking hot until those lying bitches wrecked it."
"If Cassie's available, I suppose we could give it a go. I'll stop by the grocery store on the way home, make sure I have snacks, drinks."
"Snacky snacks and juicy juice? Wowie, that sounds swell, Mr. Canon!" chirped Abbie.
A grinning Taylor was right on her heels, adding, "Don't forget to ask your mommy if you can have friends over past curfew!"
"Fine. See if I get anything for you to eat."
Abbie's hand quickly found its way to the front of my jeans. "I got everything I wanna eat right here."
"Barf," mumbled Taylor.
Heedless of the criticisms of my subordinates, an hour later I walked in my front door with a bag of pretzels, a pack of frozen pizza rolls and a case of beer in hand. It said a lot about societal influence and indoctrination that I felt more conflicted providing students alcohol than I did having sex with them. No matter. The Stern girls' car was parked in the driveway next door, which meant the girls were already waiting for me with Cassie. Seeing Megan in her back yard standing over her grill, I made my way over to the fence to say hello.
"Hot dogs or hamburgers?"
"Hamburgers," my neighbor answered. "And that has to be literally hamburgers. Robby's in this phase where he won't eat cheese, and he loses his head when he sees anyone else doing it. I think somebody tried to explain veganism to him? Nobody knows."
"Ah, how they understand so much and yet comprehend so little. Just don't tell him where the burgers come from, eh?"
She laughed. "Not until he's affirmed he's enjoying it. Do you remember when Cassie went through her vegetarian phase a couple years back? The whole volleyball team was trying it. Drove me up the wall, prepping two meals every night."
"I've thought about it myself. I feel like I'd just need somebody to walk me through it, teach me how to feed myself and not be miserable over it."
"I'd tell you to probe Cassie, but for one, I don't think she ever actually enjoyed it, and for two, looks like you were planning on probing her tonight already." She waggled her eyebrows, pleased with herself.
"Looks like. Are you feeding them, or am I?"
She gestured to the heaping plate of beef patties. "You think Robby and I are eating all this?"
"I guess not. Well hey, I'm gonna head in. Just tell them they can sneak on over whenever they're ready. I'll leave the back door to the garage open for them."
"Sure you don't want to join us? We got plenty of food, and it looks like you're going to need the energy."
The prospect of sitting at the table with Megan and Abbie and Taylor and Cassie, a big happy unit enjoying a meal before I fucked them one after another... it was certainly intriguing, but... there was also Robby. I didn't want to have to explain to him why Cassie and her new friends kept playing the neighbor's crotch under the table.
I waved away the invitation. "Nah, I'll leave you to it."
"Suit yourself. Did you wanna see my tits?"
"Um, excuse me?"
"You were staring, so I didn't know if you were looking for an appetizer before Cassie and her friends serve up the main course."
Wow. Just... wow. When I'd programmed her to enthusiastically support anything I wanted, I hadn't imagined she'd capitulate
this
readily. If not for the looming prospect of the Sterns pitching a fit, I'd have taken her up on it. Fucking a woman in an apron had always been a fantasy of mine. I wondered if that had come up during Abbie's interrogation while she'd had me under last weekend.
With a polite excuse and a sincere compliment on how hard those tits made it to decline, I bade her a good evening and went home.
Objectively, the wait wasn't long, but when you're waiting for three gorgeous teenage girls to swing by for an orgy, forty-five minutes feels more like forty-five years. At long last, though, I heard voices from the garage. A moment later, in walked my little trio.
After our get-together last weekend at the girl's field locker room and all the stagecraft and roleplay that had kicked it off, it all felt strangely casual. There I was in the same jeans and GHS polo shirt I'd taught in. The girls were no more adorned than I was. Abbie was dressed in jeans with some fashionable holes torn around the knee and thigh with a cute green top that showed only a modicum of cleavage. Modest, considering how much she had hidden away in there. Taylor was in denim shorts and a hoodie, blowing a big pink bubble from the gum in her mouth as she strode in. Cassie wore a brown dress with yellow flowers on it, but hers was nothing like that sexy thing Abbie had worn to Gooses Wednesday. It looked like she was on her way to church, or a piano recital.
"My mom made me put this on," she explained, evidently noticing my scrutiny. "She thought I should try to look nice for you. I told her it didn't matter because you usually liked me better in my underwear or naked anyway, but she said she didn't raise me to look like a bum." Her eyes flitted to her two schoolmates. "I think she thought they looked kinda bleh, like they're not two of the hottest chicks in school just because they aren't wearing tight skimpy outfits. Sheesh. Anyway, do you want me to take it off?"
"It's fine, Cassie. We don't have to jump into anything."
"Oh, but we oughta jump into things," said Abbie, skipping across the room and flouncing into my lap. "I got something special planned for tonight."
