Mr. Johnson took a seat behind his desk, his body weary from his first day of work, but his mind racing. Racing with ideas, with hope, with the unbridled optimism that often accompanies a first year college professor. He looked out over the now empty classroom, reflecting on the day, when suddenly the door at the far end of the room opened, and in walked one of the most gorgeous women Mr. Johnson had ever seen. Her ample curves were hidden under a tight skirt and suit jacket, but her sparkling green eyes and wavy auburn hair were plainly visible.
"I'm flattered, but if we're going to have a professional relationship, you should probably be able to close your mouth around me." she said with a wink, making her way through the room toward his desk. He suddenly realized his jaw was on his chest, and gathered himself.
"My apologies Mrs..."
"It's Ms...Ms. Adams. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Johnson. Nice to see the face all the female staff and half the students have been going on about."
Mr. Johnson gave her a look of mild confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Oh please. As if you didn't know. It's not often such a handsome young man joins our ranks. You've garnered quite the fanclub."
He thought it might happen, but was shocked it had happened so widely and so soon. Eli was fully aware that he was a rather attractive man. He caught himself smiling at the thought, before bringing himself back to the conversation. "Well, I assure you, my interactions with both students and faculty have been nothing but professional."
"I'm not the police, Eli." She giggled, seating herself at the closest corner of his desk, and crossing her stocking clad legs in front of her. "I'm not here to grill you. I just wanted to meet you, and find out if you're as cute as everyone says."
"Well?" He asked with a smile.
"I think I need to see more. A few of us have a little tradition of taking a swim once the athletic building is locked down. You should join us tonight."
"I...uuuh...sure! Yeah! That would be fantastic. I'd love to meet some more of my colleagues."
"Alright then. Nine o'clock. Bring a swimsuit... or don't. You're call." with that, and a wink, Ms. Adams made her way back across the room, leaving Eli to stare at her perfectly rounded backside as she disappeared behind the door. He sat back in his chair once again, unable to stop a smile from creeping across his face. It vanishes quickly, however, when the realization hit him like a bucket of ice water.
"Oh no..."
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[8:45 that night]
Eli stood in his small, dorm like room, staring at his own naked form in the mirror. He liked most of what he saw. A trim, but chiseled upper torso, thick black hair, emerald green eyes. He was a handsome man and he knew it. His smile disappeared when his eyes traveled downward to the one body part he had always been insecure about.
Puberty had generally been kind to Eli Johnson, except that his cock had not grown as much as he hoped it would, leaving him with a tiny, almost button like grower that reached three and a half inches on a good day. He always kept it shaved, but that did very little for the appearance. With a resigned frown, he reached over onto his bed, and grabbed the black, jockstrap like garment sitting there. He stares at the front, reading the logo "Bulge Builder 3000" in big red letters across the front. He took a moment to adjust the padded, waterproof bulge in the front, before slipping it on over his muscular legs. A little more adjusting and he was finished. He pulled on his blue jeans, and posed a little in the mirror, staring at his artificial bulge, a subtle smile replacing his apprehension.
The dimmed lighting in the locker room gave it an eerie, but almost cozy feel, as Eli opened a locker, and began changing, moving quickly as to avoid being seen. He gave his fake bulge on final adjustment, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the large, darkened pool area to see five other people already hanging out by the edge of the water with a cooler full of drinks.
"Eli!" Ms. Adams was the first to notice him, hopping up and bounding across the deck. For a moment, he was hypnotized by her curvy, bikini clad body quickly moving toward him. "I'm glad you showed up!"
"Oh uh, yeah. Me too." He stammered awkwardly, as he made his way over to the rest of the group, which consisted of two rather attractive young women, both with similar chocolate brown hair. One had tan skin and a rather curvy figure, while the other was more fair, with a much slender frame. They both smiled at him. There were also two well built male teachers he had only met briefly. All he knew was the blonde was Mr. Michaels who taught Chemistry, and the slightly balding, red headed man was Mr. Crandall from the psych department.
"Mr. Johnson!" said Mr. Crandall, reaching up to shake his hand. "Good to see you again!"
Mr. Johnson returned the handshake, and took a seat at the edge of the pool with everyone else. "Nice to see you again Mr. Crandall."
"Please, Walter."
"OK Walter, and everyone else. Please call me Eli."
"Very well then. Obviously you're acquainted with Ms. Adams. Allow me to introduce you to Ms. Chavez and Ms. Sanders. Both joined our staff last year."
After the introductions, the night was almost a blur to Eli. The drinks and laughter flowed freely, as the group swam about, splashing each other and enjoying the night. Ms. Adams clearly took an interest in him, flirting and making sure to stay near him most of the night. He certainly wasn't going to stop her.
Around midnight, the three women were floating around in the pool, and the three men were sitting on a bench next to it drinking what was left of the beer. It was this moment that Mr. Crandall chose to stand up and shout, even though it was just the six of them. "Alright everyone! We have begun the clothing optional part of our evening!"
Before Eli could react, both men stood up on either side of him, and dropped their swim trunks, both revealing rather impressive members. Cheers of joy came from the women in the pool, as they all quickly removed their tops.
"Come on Eli." came Ms. Adams' voice in a light, mocking tone. "Is somebody shy?"
Eli realized he had just been sitting and staring. His brain scrambled for a response.
