The previous chapter- Part 2 can be found here
Miss Enid Kirkwood's Academy Pt. 02 - Fetish - Literotica.com
This is a continuation of the ongoing activities of the students and teachers at the alcohol and nicotine powered academy.
As such there is smoking, drinking, stumbling, falling over, along with copious amounts of peeing. There is not a lot of learning. Anyone offended should not continue reading.
All characters are over 18.
With only a single breakfast and then lunchtime glass of vodka and orange, just to settle the nerves, but equally having consumed several coffees to the good inside her. Nelly couldn't help giggling and chuckling as she looked on. With the front door wide open still rhythmically banging loudly against the wall, practically knocking itself off its hinges, as the grey gloom of English winter was outside, the bitterly cold wind howling inside. She watched on as her ginger and particularly chubby teacher-cum-lover Tracey sat there cross legged, her upper body swaying uncontrollably and extremely drunkenly in her hallway. She was grinning with a rather goofy face whilst looking up at her.
What would have been Tracey Turnaware's normally sexy flowing locks of red hair were now a maelstrom of chaos, not helped by the now additional brown leaves and twigs. Her large sagging bruised, and mud splattered white left breast bounced and jiggled with every sway as it hung free, having popped out of her low-cut red top. Whilst what were already a size too small and were particularly cheap and thin, overly stretched leggings around her chunky thighs that were so thin that they were practically translucent. What also did not help was the fabric was now ripped to shreds from the sticky hydrangea shrub she had landed in. The sprayed wet mud stuck to her equally urine-soaked wet legs.
Having slowly realised that Nelly was standing outside the next-door house, Tracey with a drunken bravado and enthusiasm had tried her best to relive her childhood. For several years as a not so young teenager, her mum had dragged her every Thursday evening to do gymnastics. She saw the low wall as a simple challenge. With enough speed she could easily jump over and clear the low wall as if it was easier than a pommel horse. There was one small problem. The consumption of most of a bottle of vodka between breakfast and lunch had meant that she had not quite processed the fact that the last time she had tried anything like that exertion that she would have been at least ten almost thirteen years ago. That was a long time before being sent to Enid's, also she would have also been at least thirty kilograms lighter, and of course very much in dry leggings and with the added benefit of being stone cold sober. There was one other factor, she had also not factored in when she last tried to hurdle something, she had not serenely and quietly worked her way through over forty cigarettes a day for the last four to five years.
In her head when she lifted it up level, and held it straight as she could, she determined that she could easily get up to speed with a swing of the arms, pumping her legs and pushing the energy though her body. She was doing her best to overcome the staggering on the spot trying desperately to stay still, whilst failing to. She was finding it very difficult to stay in the same spot and not fall over. Each small correction required further larger corrections to try and stay looking at the wall. With a deep breath she clapped her hands together once or twice, whilst imagining people clapping louder and louder in rhythm as if she was at a gymnastics meet. The theory was easy: pump arms and legs, get enough ground speed, push down with the left foot, and lift the right foot and easily clear the wall with a Tracey sized gap between the shrubs.
In practice when Tracey had staggered around in yet another uncontrolled semi-circle unable to stand still or focus directly on the wall for any great length of time, she had taken a laboured deep breath and subsequently hacked a cough and had to stop to rest her both hands on her knees to breath and see if the world would stop spinning and was as she struggled with her breathing and at the moment in time was seriously contemplating another cigarette as that would definitely help. She dug into her bag and pulled out the bottle of vodka and lifted her head once more to take a couple of gulps, the burning fluid helped distract herself. She wiped her hand across her face as the lid was spun back on, the bottle was loosely stuffed back in the bag. She licked her lips as she looked up once more, as she swayed the wall was moving up and down and round and round like a horse on a carousel. She coughed; she knew another cigarette would help.
As she looked across to see her pretty Nelly standing in her driveway firmly gripping a mug of coffee and determined better of it. The cigarette would have to wait. In attempting to stand up straight, she was already wheezing from the subsequent tiny aftershock coughs. With her head held as high as she could on her well-oiled and now rather wobbly neck when she finally started moving, sideways at first, blaming the slight incline on the drive as she could not quite go in a straight line as kept over correcting the direction of travel. It was clear that she had two problems as she got closer to the shrubs. Firstly, the plants had moved along the wall as such she was no longer aiming for the gap. Secondly, with her lungs screaming for oxygen through layers of tar, as her arms moved, her legs were not going anywhere near as quickly as she thought she should have been.
As she reached the edge of the driveway, she had then tried to use her non-existent muscle memory under her chubby wobbling now tired thighs to push down on the edge of the paving. Her drunken coordination meant that she had completely missed her jumping point. Like a long jumper pushing off on the plasticine, her toes pushed off in the wet soft mud. It meant that with her pathetic fitness levels to try and hurdle the wall her legs had failed to move in any sensible coordinated way. As she rose a little in the air, it dawned on her everything was far worse and far less easy than she had first thought of or envisaged. Stopping for a cigarette before attempting it would have been the best solution.
Too much hilarity to a giggling Nelly in an almost predictably manner Tracey's knees had not lifted her shoes anywhere near high enough to enable her feet to clear the wall. As such with a loud squeal as her shin collided with the low wall. Her momentum had kept moving forward. Tracey had not gone in the direction she had wanted to, rather than clearing the wall and standing next to Nelly, for a hug and a triumphant kiss. She had fallen with a yelp headfirst over the wall, the branches of the leafless hydrangea bush had taken some of her significant weight and had briefly slowed her fall before the thin wooden sticks loudly cracked and snapped as she had continued her descent into a shrieking heap in the wet mud and weed laden border.
With a groan and a loud thump as her buttocks landed Tracey now sat cross legged in the hallway, the creaking sound of the seam on the crotch of leggings was slowly and continuously unravelling towards her knees was evident, as it was ripped further up revealing her commando nature, displaying her untamed bright red pubes. She had ungainly climbed out of the squashed bush and staggered whilst swearing loudly at Nelly she had flashing her large uncovered bright white backside to the street before she had managed to negotiate and climb the front doorsteps. It was only then that she collapsed into a bundle of arms, legs and buttocks at Nelly's feet who was still standing there laughing, a mug of sobering coffee in hand whilst staring down at her.
"Afternoon Miss, thanks for coming to see me!" She continued to stifle a giggle and then curbed a cough as she laughed deeply.
"Silly wall!" She shook her head, ignoring the statement and pulled a twig from her hair, "Ise brought more dinks for us as you called for me babes!" She giggled.
"Thanks, miss, I was, you know, sorta lonely this morning." She frowned. "But it's now kinder late afternoon, nearly?"
Tracey violently shook her head, "Ohh noes needs to be lonelys! Jusch more drinkings is required!" She slurred, before she paused and then loudly burped, which followed with a childishly giggle.
