My wife and I had been summoned to school. We weren't sure why yet, but our 15-year-old had had a couple of warnings recently and this time it had come so far that we, the parents, had to go to school. I begged my wife, Lea, to go alone - she thinks she might even know our son's new teacher - but she insists we both have to go. Apparently Lea used to go to university with a girl with the same name.
So anyway, it's 5pm on a Friday and, instead of heading home or out for drinks like normal people, we are heading to school. It's not all bad though. Our son is doing an overnight at a friend's place, and Lea and I are heading straight home for an evening of Spanish tapas, alcohol and, hopefully some quality sex.
There is still a secretary at school and she points us in the direction of Miss Mitchell.
"She's in her classroom. Turn right at the end of the corridor, then up the flight of stairs in front of you and her classroom is the first on the left."
We thank her and follow the directions.
"I bet it's her," says Lea.
"Who?" I ask.
"The name is from someone I studied with. I bet it's her," replies Lea.
We find Miss Mitchell in her classroom, tap on the door and walk in. She is standing at the whiteboard, putting things on it with magnets or something. Lea lets out a short shriek and I immediately know what it means.
"Sophie! It IS you!"
"Oh my God. Lea!"
They embrace and start asking the usual catch-up questions. I'm forced to hang back and find myself ogling two very attractive women. My wife Lea is 5'8. Long straight brunette hair, slim and nicely toned in her jeans and button-down, tight short-sleeved shirt. She's wonderfully tanned from our recent holiday, and her B-cup breasts are pushing perfectly against her shirt.
Sophie certainly isn't the type of teacher I had at school. Blonde hair, perfectly long legs below a knee-length skirt and wearing a shirt which buttons down half way. The short sleeves reveal slim arms. Like Lea, she obviously likes to keep in shape. Also tanned and with a B-cup, she's perhaps more dressed for school than we are, but wouldn't look amiss in a high class bar. I'm already horny thinking of the sex I'm hoping to have with Lea later and the sight of a hot teacher just compounds it.
Lea finally introduces me to Sophie. "This is my husband Jake, Sophie. I'll tell you all about him later," she says with a smile.
"I have a few things I can tell you about your wife maybe too!" Sophie replies with a secretive wink.
She seems cool, down-to-earth and real chatty, but I want to get the school stuff off our minds first.
"Great to meet you Sophie, and can't wait to hear the dirt... But can you tell us what our son has been up to?"
We all take a seat around one of the desks. Sophie is first to speak: "Well, to be honest, it's a little embarrassing. Your son handed in a workbook last week and to put it bluntly, it was a bit crude."
She proceeds to put the book in question on the desk and we immediately see what the problem is. Inside the cover are crude drawings of penises. Different sizes but the same crude shape with slit at the top and balls. We are then shown inside the back cover and I notice Sophie blush slightly. I manage to suppress a grin when I see the page. In the middle is a quite decent sketch of a woman. She's lying on her back with legs spread and naked breasts exposed. One of the crude penises is aimed between the gaping legs and in a speech bubble the words 'Fuck me. Now!!' are meant to show the naked figure's desperation. Then I notice an arrow pointing at the scene from lower down the page. At one end of the arrow is clearly written 'Miss Mitchell'.
I suck on my top lip in a continued attempt at not laughing. Part of me even understands what my poor son is trying to get at. Miss Mitchell, or Sophie, is hot and probably making these poor kids horny.
Lea breaks the awkward silence. "That's awful! We'll be having words with him."
Unfortunately, I finally laugh. I catch Lea giving me the blackest look ever but then Sophie actually starts giggling too. To cut a long story short, we are convinced that this behavior has to stop and we assure Sophie we will do what we can to prevent it happening again.
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As half-expected, Lea asks Sophie along for dinner and drinks - and then asks me if I'm ok with that. I confirm I'm great with that. Sophie is even more enthusiastic.
"You guys have no idea how desperate I am for a drink! I've not been out for ever."
"Well, it's not exactly out. Just tapas and drinks at ours", I reply.
"Believe me, that's out in my book. I've been a hermit for what feels like months," says Sophie, laughing.
I agree to drive the three of us home and Lea arranges with Sophie that she can either stay over at ours or sort out an Uber or something later. She seems cool with either option and think she's more focused on getting some drinks and catching up with Lea. They seem to get on extremely well.
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After the obligatory tour of the house, lots of catching up and the second bottle of wine down to its last drop, the mood is great and we've had a great laugh. I even find out that Sophie and Lea had kissed once when they were 19. It had been on a drunken night out when they had been trying to impress some guys. I make a comment about hoping they enjoyed it or something along those lines.