Henry Miller was two weeks out from one of the most incredible experiences of his life. On the last day of sixth form for the graduating year 13 class, three of his favourite students surprised him with the revelation of a lifetime. They wanted to fuck him. One of the girls, Lila Kumar, had a crush on him and had somehow convinced herself to pursue it. That was likely at the suggestion of Freya Francis, the ringleader of the trio. The third member of the group, Ruby Crawford, helped things along by revealing Henry's ongoing sexual relationship with her 20 year old cousin.
If he was willing to fuck a former student who was 32 years younger than him, then how much of a stretch was it to convince him to fuck a current student that was 34 years younger than him?
Along the way the other two girls convinced themselves they wanted to get laid as well, and so the offer was made. Henry hesitated for 10 minutes before falling into sin. Or maybe it was 5 minutes.
He fucked them all over his desk, and one by one they all dropped to their knees to suck his cock. He tossed aside all moral conviction and risked his life and career to give those little minxes exactly what they wanted. The risk was gone now. They weren't his students anymore. He desperately wanted to do it again. They left their phone numbers with him after he filled Lila with his cum, but he waited a week to text them. He didn't want to seem too desperate, and there was an entire summer waiting ahead of them before they dispersed around the country to whichever universities they got into.
He relished in the achievement for a short while afterwards. His ego got the stroking it desired after he told his friends, Will and James, what had happened. Before they shared Holly Mitchell in a spontaneous gangbang they might not have believed him, but when he spilled the details they could see it in his eyes that he was telling the truth. He enjoyed the adoration so much that when he was finished with them he text a few other buddies the good news.
He got the reality check he probably deserved a week later when he reached out to his new lovers. He text them all at the same time. He didn't want them to think he was playing favourites, but he wanted them to know he was interested in more. He made no mention of another group session and would have been happy to see any of them separately.
All three texts were read. All three texts were ignored.
Henry chose delusion for a couple of days. They will get back to him eventually, he was certain of it. Then he started the stages of grief. He wasn't going to double text. At 52 years old he might have gotten away with it if he played the technologically inept card, but the answer was clear. All three had left him on read. It was a firm no across the board.
Henry had fantasized so many times in the days since about fucking those girls again. It was hard to take. Even worse the booty call he could potentially take his frustration out on was Holly, and she was on holiday. He had been waiting for her to scold him for fucking her cousin for two weeks, but that message hadn't come either. He was starting to worry that he might have pissed her off too. Admittedly, that seemed fair enough.
Henry's heartache wouldn't last too long however. A week after his treble ghosting, he received a text from Lila. It was past midnight and he was lounging in front of his television when his phone vibrated. He was half asleep and barely noticed the notification. He only checked it five minutes later when he sat up in need of a piss break. His eyes bulged out of his head as he saw her name.
Can I call you?
He picked up his phone and panic typed a response.
Of course. Anytime.
The call followed a minute later. There was quite a racket in the background as he answered, lots of loud voices and laughter.
"Are you okay?" Henry said, skipping a greeting.
"I'm fine. Sorry. Are you okay?" Lila answered, and then asked.
"I'm okay. It's loud. Are you sure you're okay? Where are you?"
"We're fine. I promise. We're in town. We were clubbing but they got so drunk and the taxi's keep telling us no because they look like they're going to be sick. I'm sorry."
"It's fine, sweetheart. Do you need a ride?" Henry asked, more than willing to help.
"Are you sure?" Lila asked. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I called you."
"Stop apologising. How many of you are there?"
"It's just Freya and Ruby." she replied, which came as no surprise.
"Send me your location. I'll be with you shortly."
Lila apologised one more time before the call ended. Henry was out the door inside a minute, climbing into his car for the 15 minute ride into town. He depended on his car like anyone but it wasn't exactly his prized possession. If one of them was sick in it then it wouldn't be the end of the world. He wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up as their designated driver but he was never going to leave them hanging over a few ignored text messages.
When he pulled up into the central square he was reminded of why he didn't miss clubbing. There were bodies, takeaways and lager cans littered all over. Plenty of vomit too. He climbed out of his car, mostly still in his pyjamas but for a big coat on top.
"Are you a taxi?" asked an approaching youth, looking as desperate as Lila sounded on the phone.
"Unfortunately not, mate." Henry answered, feeling a little sorry for the lad.
He wandered through the warzone on the lookout for his targets, and breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted Lila in the distance. She was stood up, looking down at her phone and frantically typing away. Ruby was on the phone, flat on her back and spread like a starfish. Freya was leaning against a nearby wall with her knees up to her chin, her head tilted to the side and her eyes closed. He couldn't help but laugh.
Lila's shoulders relaxed when she saw him, the stress of getting her drunken friends home washing away. "Thank you so much." she said, puppy dog eyes looking up at him. She looked incredible in a strapless black minidress. Henry couldn't keep his eyes off her. "I'm so sorry. Freya can walk but you might need to carry Ruby."
Henry laughed and took a few steps towards the blonde. He leaned over her and nudged her shoulder a couple of times. She looked like she was enjoying her sleep. "Come on princess. Sleep time is over." he said.
"Just drag her up. She's basically boneless when she's this drunk." Lila said. She was busy dealing with her other friend, pulling her off the ground and wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. "I'm so sorry. They never usually get this drunk."
"Don't worry about it." Henry said. This was all quite entertaining to him. He took Ruby by the hands and pulled her up onto her bum and then her feet. Before she could fold back onto the ground he lifted her up, one arm under her back and another under her legs. She was wearing a full length jumpsuit, so he didn't need to worry about trapping her skirt to her thighs to protect her modesty.
