Chapter 5: Registration
Before I knew it, my days to get acquainted with things disappeared. It was time to register the students for the upcoming term. I found the whole experience of registering students exhausting. Teachers had to be on double duty. You had to be available to the student's parents who wanted to meet their child's teacher, as well as giving placement tests to new students. I was constantly running back and forth. Just when I thought I would get a break from the testing, another few students needing to be tested would arrive. When I had finished that group, a parent would want to meet me. I was introduced to so many people; my brain felt like it was on overload. I knew I wouldn't remember a single name come the next morning.
That evening I finally met Claire and Stacy as well as a couple of the male contract (part-time) teachers. Claire was a leggy Aussie redhead with freckles seemingly everywhere. Stacy was an ebony goddess with mouth watering large breasts and a butt that was built for loving. Both gals apologized for not being around to help ease me into the new system. I told them I'd probably figure it out as I went along and not to worry about it too much. Dinner was finished quickly and then Claire and Stacy headed out for tutoring appointments.
Cynthia and myself would cover the remaining hours of registration. Students were much more sparse as the evening wore on. This lack of activity gave Cynthia the chance to fill me in on my class schedule as well as some of the other duties I might be expected to perform. I would mainly be working in the afternoon/evening with an occasional morning helping out with some of the kid classes. There was no curfew, but I was expected to stay rested enough to teach properly. I liked what I heard as well as liking what I saw before me.
I couldn't help but notice how sexy Cynthia looked in her business suit. Her navy skirt and blouse highlighted the sensuousness of her womanly figure. I found myself sporting a nice hardon whenever I was around the boss. I strategically tried to cross my legs to hide my bulge when I was talking to Cynthia. I was glad I didn't have to get up and give too many tests or I might have trouble walking properly.
After about an hour with no more students registering, Cynthia decided to call it a day and close up registration. The secretaries organized their files and then left for the evening. I went to use the bathroom while Cynthia headed upstairs. I spent several minutes in the bathroom washing my face and trying to think of non-sexual things to shrink my hardon before saying my goodnights to the boss for the evening.
I climbed the stairs to say my goodnight for the evening and found Cynthia in the staff room next to her office. She had removed her blouse and bra and put a t-shirt on instead. Her large breasts poked through the shirt. Cynthia was massaging her shoulder when I came into the room. I did my best to hide my amazement at seeing her large bra sitting on the table.
"Those straps can be killers on long days like this," Cynthia said glancing at her bra.
" I guess so," I replied dumbly, not knowing what else to say.
"What I wouldn't give for a good masseuse right now."
"I'm no pro," I replied, "but I haven't had many complaints either."
"At this point, I'd almost take anything to ease the soreness in my shoulders."
As turned on as I was, I knew I had to be careful. If any of my actions were taken the wrong way, I would have a very long year. I decided to stay at least an arm's length away from Cynthia, so my raging hardon wouldn't betray me. I would play the role of the gentleman despite my cock encouraging me to act otherwise.
I gently ease my fingers into the soft skin of Cynthia's shoulder through her shirt. Her soft moans told me I was applying the right amount of pressure. I slowly moved to Cynthia's upper back. Her satisfied moans became louder. I worked her tight shoulder muscles with my fingertips and thumb.
