I woke up to the sound of the rain beating against the window outside my apartment. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but I already knew that when I did, my room would be dark and gray. I wondered how long I could actually go without opening my eyes. I squinted tight and then sighed when I finally pried them opened.
As I expected, it was dark and gray. Not to mention dreary, which doesn't make a person feel so happy. I was always happy and the fact that this weather made me feel like crap, well, made me feel like crap. I glanced around the room and my eyes landed at the bedside clock which was glowing 6:05. I hated getting up this early. I turned on my TV and hit play for the DVD that was currently occupying the player. I smiled.
The scene was of a white girl getting reamed by a stallion of a black man. The premise was a tennis teacher (the girl) teaching the black guy how to "follow through". Bam! Next thing you know, they are going at it under the net. I loved men. I loved black men especially.
My hand slipped to my stomach, gently tracing my bellybutton with my finger. I tickled myself, sliding one finger under the lip of my panties, moving my finger back and forth. I watched the images on the screen, the big black man bending over the white girl, pulling her hair, smacking her ass. I went deeper, touching my finger to the start of the split of the lips. My clit was aroused and hard, a little bead of flesh, tingling at the thought of what was to come.
I repositioned my head, and slowly slid my finger into my hole, gathering the wetness and dragging it back to my clit. I used my index finger and rubbed slightly to the right of the bead, applying gentle pressure. I reached with my right hand and pinched a nipple between my fingers, pressing one breast against the other. I let a moan escape my lips, loving the sound of my own voice during pleasure, and the orgasm began to rise.
I flicked my clit faster, using the ring and pinky finger to hold open the lips on the left, my thumb holding to the right, and the index finger working furiously with the expertise of my years of self gratification. I moaned again, watching the black man in the movie hammer into the girls creamy white ass, only to withdraw and cum into her waiting and willing mouth. As the jet from his cock splashed over her face, I came jerkily, the orgasm tearing through my body, from my neck to my toes.
Satisfied, I hit stop on the player and turned off the TV. I flung the covers off the bed and kicked them to the bottom. I stretched and pointed my toes, my baby tee rising up my stomach. I yawned and sighed again, this time swinging my feet over the edge of the bed and sitting up.
Unfortunately, I actually had to get up because I was a substitute teacher for the semester at Rydel High school because the current teacher of Health 101 was out with a ruptured disk. The back surgery had gone well, but the walking thing for him was a challenge. School started so much earlier now then it did when I was younger. I laughed, thinking that I was "young" at 26. At least I like to think I was young.
I jumped into the shower and was glad for the refreshing feeling. Thankfully the weather hadn't turned cold yet, and showering in the morning was still bearable. Another month or two and it would be too cold for me to do it, and I would be back to the night time showers. I hated the cold.
Dressed in slacks and blazer, I headed down to the street to grab a cab. Thankfully the school wasn't too far and traffic was still manageable this time of morning. I stepped from the cab and made my way through the arches of the school. It was situated in a decent section of town, and had a diverse student body. There wasn't really a minority and most of the students were very smart and the waiting list to get in was always long. Although it was a public school, students still needed to test into and be accepted in order to study here.
I guess I was lucky enough to get the job. I had always been interested in teaching, and when the opportunity to start out as a substitute came up, I jumped at the chance. I loved the class I taught, currently Health, and I tried to keep the kids entertained and interested. Thankfully, this weeks topic was sexuality. It kept most of the students enthralled and they asked a lot of questions. I looked at my watch and hurried my pace.
"Miss. Skylar!" a voice called from down the hall. I turned and saw Mr. Sweeny waving a hand at me. "Miss. Skylar! Glad I was able to catch up with you!" Mr. Sweeny, or George as the staff called him, was the History teacher. I smiled.
"Hello, George." I said, switching my bag from the left shoulder to the right. "What can I do for you?"
"Skylar, um, I mean, Ms. Carr, I needed to talk to you about one of my students." I tapped my foot trying to stay as patient as possible. I glanced at my watch again, and smiled tightly.
"Yes, George, what is it? I am kinda running late?"
"Oh, yes, of course. Well, a student of mine, James Everett," he then raised his fingers and made air quotation marks, " 'Trey', wanted to drop my elective history class, and needs to pick up another class. Would you mind terribly if we added him to your homeroom?"
"George, whatever the admin decides is good for me." I started to walk away, which almost turned into a jog. Damnit, I needed to stop spending time masturbating in the morning. It threw off my whole day! The tingle came for a second, and I smiled, thinking of what I was going to do when I got home.
I finally made it into my classroom, and was greeted by half a class of smiling faces. The lagers made their way in, taking their seats and talking amongst themselves. I pulled out my lesson plan and waited patiently for the bell to ring. When it did I settled the class and closed the door. I was about to start speaking when someone opened the door.
"Excuse me," I said, smiling flirtatiously. The man was tall and dark and handsome, dressed in slacks and a shirt. I hadn't meet all the teachers in the school yet since each subject was separated by wings, but I secretly hoping this teacher was close by. I felt the tingle in my white thong and I licked my lips. "Are you looking for a student?" I asked, leaning against the desk.
"Actually, I, uh, am a student." The man said. Oh boy. And oh 'boy' was the truth. The class snickered.
"Of course," I said, blushing profusely. "What's your name?" I busied myself with my attendance sheet.
"James Everett, ma'am, but everyone calls me Trey."
"Ah," I said, "Mr. Sweeny talked to me about you this morning. Please take a seat, and, uh, lets move on." I smiled as best I could without looking embarrassed that I just flirted with a student. I cleared my throat as Trey took his seat and the class again settled down.
The period took an hour to get through and as usually, the kids were respectful, polite and interested in what was being taught, which is what the students were meant to do. Expected to do. The parents of these children were well off, and expected not only the best from them, but from their teachers as well.
When the bell rang, the class meandered from the room, and I stopped Trey before he walked out of the door.
"Trey?" I asked. "Can I see you for a second." Fumbling with his books, he walked slowly towards me, scared.
"I'm sorry for coming into class late, Ms. Carr. I wasn't sure where this wing was..."
"Trey, please! Don't worry! I just wanted to um, apologize for my behavior at the start of class."
"Behavior?"
"Um...never mind then." I waved my had distractedly. Lord, Trey was tall! Almost 6 foot at least and his body was rock hard. I thought of what it would be like to have his chiseled abs touching my bare stomach...
"...so I know that I need to catch up." He was talking?
"I'm sorry, Trey." I said, blushing again. "What were you saying?"
