Thank you for reading my stories, and I am sorry if the wait between chapters is longer than you would like. I am doing my best, and promise to keep writing them as long as the response to them is positive. As always, rating and commenting on the stories are greatly appreciated, and if you would like to make suggestions as to possible scenarios you like to see my characters attempt, please fire them at me
Also, this story may not include quite the amount of sexual interaction as some of the previous stories in the series as it is hopefully more effectively set things up for spicier future chapters. This is meant to set up future crossover of characters from my Lesson Plan series and this one. If you have not read my Lesson Plan series, you may want to check them out, but it is necessary to continue enjoying this series. Also, those of you are faithful readers of all my stories, you may have notice that there is just a bit of crossover already with my Lesson Plan series, and the "Getting Caught Up" one off I wrote. Please enjoy.
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After the coincidental witnessing of a fellow teacher getting a good ass fucking from an unknown black man a few weeks ago, the vivid image would not leave my memory bank. As it seemed, could Sage get the thought out of her head as she would consistently bring it up during our many meetings together since. I got the sense that she was trying to figure a way in which either she could get me and Miss Bell together, or have me be used in a similar fashion by a black man. To be honest, either scenario did a great job of getting me absolutely horny when thinking about them. However, for now it was all just fantasy, and I was very much still getting more than I could handle from Sage.
Over the last few weeks, our relationship had continued as it had; with me serving her in any manner she felt fit. I spent much of my time nude and in her service; getting fucked and used. More and more she was getting riskier with her tasks for me at school, and with each one I continued down my path of submission. She made sure to keep things fresh and never routine. Sometimes I was to be her puppy slut, and at other times she added back in piss play. The only constant was that I was hers to do with as she pleased. However, with the new knowledge of Miss Bell in her mind it became more and more evident that she was scheming something that involved her.
Often times when she would be fucking me with a strap on, it would be black and she would ask me if I felt like Miss Bell getting pounded by a thick black cock. I of course would moan back indicating that I did, and the image of Miss Bell bent over her desk would flood back to the forefront of my mind. Other times, she would ask me if I thought Miss Bell would like getting her pussy licked, often when I was licking hers. All of her questions and suggestions about Miss Bell only made me begin to desire something to happen, or for Sage to set some in motion with the other teacher. I wasn't sure how or when she would, but I did know she was planning something.
It was on a Friday morning, just after Sage had finished fucking my ass with a huge strap on, that she finally initiated what would be step one of a plan for me and Miss Bell. I was getting dressed in a very minimal sundress she had provided me for the school day, when she almost nonchalantly indicated to me that I was to ask Miss Bell out for drinks that night. The order caught me somewhat off guard, and I asked her what I should give as for a reason for inviting her out to drinks. Sage told me I could manage to figure something out, but that I was to do my best to make sure Miss Bell accepted my invitation. I nodded my understanding, and upon receiving it, Sage exited my room.
Miss Bell, Addison, and I were friendly. We talked occasionally whenever we would pass in the halls or see each other in lounge. I wouldn't say we were close, as we never talked outside of school, but we were certainly friendly. This of course meant it would be a bit strange for me to ask her out of the blue to meet up for drinks. I would have to give her some reason as to why, and hope she would take the bait. The best way I decided was to actively seek her out throughout the day, and initiate conversation all while dropping hints about going out. I started right away by heading over to her classroom before first period was to start. I figured I would come up with a simple excuse like needed paper or something to validate my impromptu popping in of her room. From there I would begin the subtle laying of hints for needing to get drinks after school. As I approached her class, I took a moment to collect my thoughts outside of her door before going in.
"Good morning Addison, I was hoping you could help me out. Oh don't you look very sexy today?"
Miss Bell was wearing a very pretty wrap around dress, green in color that accented her red hair. She was also wearing a pair of matching green heels to compliment the dress. She was facing away from me when I entered, writing on her white board, so I got a good view of her rear end which looked nearly perfect and if I was not mistaken very much panty line free. When I greeted her she turned to respond.
"Oh hey, thank you; a girl can try right? What can a help you with?"
"I just realized I am out of paper, and I need to print some things out for my first period class. I was hoping you may have some I could use."
"Of course, let me get it for you."
I watched as she moved over to her desk and retrieved the paper. While she was doing so I started the small chat in which I hoped would lay the groundwork for her accepting my offer to get drinks later.
"It has just been that kind of week I guess. You know the kind that when it is over you could use a good stiff drink or two?"
"Don't I know it? I feel like most weeks are a stiff drink kind of week. The life of a teacher, am I right?"
"Yeah I guess so, but I think this week may be deserving more than any other. Anyway, thank you for the paper; I must get those documents printed. See you later Miss Bell."
"No problem and just remember it is Friday. You have the whole weekend to recover from the week."
I laughed a friendly laughed and waved as I exited her room. The interaction was casual, but was all part of my plan. If I was going to get her out for drinks, I would have to play it just right. Back in my own room, I set the paper I borrowed from Miss Bell on my desk, and then got things ready for class. The bell rang and I was soon wrapped up in teaching to worry too much about Miss Bell or Sage. However, once I was able to get my students started on their assignment, I retreated to my desk and initiated the next step in my plan. I pulled open the school email program on my computer and set to sending Addison an email thanking her again for her kindness earlier. What I sent off went as follows:
"Hey, I just wanted to thank you again for lending me that paper this morning; you really saved my butt. It really has been quite the demanding week, but like you said TGIF. TGIF? Hey doesn't that place have a bar? There's a thought. Anyways, thanks again. If you ever need anything in return, I would happily oblige."
Again, I was hoping for the subtleness of it to have the impact of getting her to start thinking about drinks after a long day at school. It was a slow build up, but one I felt would be very effective.
Between second and third periods, I made my way to the teacher's lounge, knowing I would have to pass by Miss Bell's room to do so. I wanted to add water to the seed I planted in her head about getting drinks, and I figured a quick fly by comment or conversation would do just that. She was standing by her door greeting her students as they came into class when I approached her.
"There is my morning savior. Again, I must thank you."
"No problem, I know how it is sometimes. Some days things get crazy."
"Yeah, but like you said, at least it is Friday. Not for nothing, I am really thinking about treating myself to some drinks after school. If you're interested, I could always use some company."
"Oh I don't know, it does sound fun. I will have to see how the rest of my day goes."
"Okay, no big deal; I'll check back with you later then."
I proceeded to the lounge after my brief conversation with Miss Bell, and felt pretty confident that she would be joining me for drinks after school; Sage will be proud of me. Speaking of which, my next classes went off without a hitch, and soon it was time for Sage's class. After only moments into the class she texted me to ask about Miss Bell. I indicated that I believed things seemed likely for her joining me for drinks. Sage seemed pleased to hear so, and then transitioned into more intimate texting.
"I want you to slip your arms out of the shoulder straps of your dress right now slut. It shouldn't slip down as you are sitting and it is tight enough on top."
"Yes Mistress."
Considering my mind had been on Miss Bell most of the morning, I hadn't taken the appropriate time to mentally prepare for Sage's possible lunchtime activities. I glanced around the room at my engaged and working students before I slowly began to slip my arms out of the thin straps of the dress. It felt so daring to be doing so during school, and I wondered how much further she would have me go before the period ended. She was right of course about the dress no slipping down. Because I was sitting and the top portion of the dress was tighter, it didn't fall down. However, I figured it was just preparation to allow for it to come off quicker and easier. I remained in my seat behind my desk, just waiting for the next set of instructions. Ten minutes later, my phone lit up, and I no longer had to wait.
"Okay slut, class is nearly done so why don't you go ahead and pull your dress down some? Pull it just to the edge of your nipples; really show off what little cleavage you have."
"Yes Mistress."
Tentatively, I tugged down on my dress to reveal more of my chest. I don't have large breasts, but with my dress pulled down so low, I was threatening to spill out of it. I was living dangerously, but none of my students other than Sage seemed to take notice. My only hope was that with only ten minutes left in class, Sage would not have me proceed to take it any lower until after the dismissal bell. However, with just a minute left in class, and all my students packed up and ready to go, Sage texted me once more.
"When the bell rings you are to stand up, but your dress will 'accidentally' get pulled down. If you don't make a big scene, I'm sure no one will notice your tits flopping out."
I didn't respond, but instead looked to Sage who of course was not even paying attention to me. Pulling my dress down while my class was still present, even if they would be leaving, was a very risky play. However, I knew it wouldn't be so risky that I wouldn't do it and upset my Mistress. I quickly prepared myself for the accident by bunch up a length of the dress under the heels of my shoes. That way when I would go to stand the dress would only go with me so far, and then be restricted and pulled down. Because I was rushed to get prepared before the bell rang, I wasn't able to figure a good amount to tuck under my heels. I had to just guess at an appropriate amount.
