As always, this is a work of fiction and any resemblence to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental (although it is inspired by an overheard conversation of two lovely young goths in a bar). The characters exist only within my imagination. This is a change of pace for me...if it gets a good response, I'll follow through with the sequel.
Apologies are offered if necessary...I have limited knowledge of goth culture or the Wicca religion and mean no disrespect...just a fun little fantasy.
"Roberts, I don't really care how you do it, but I want those damn witches out of my school!" Mr. Grady, our high school principal was giving me my marching orders for the summer school session. The witches he was referring to were three seniors who'd managed to not graduate with their class due to failing their required American History course not once but twice.
Every summer I teach a summer makeup course for students who failed to get through American History for one reason or another, thus allowing them to get their high school diploma. We were in Mr. Grady's office and were reviewing the ten students I would be working with this summer. Three of the students in particular had been Mr. Grady's personal cross to bear for the past four years.
Call them witches, call them Goths, call them pagans...you know the type...students dressed in black, favoring pale white makeup and black fingernail polish...some proclaiming themselves witches, some proclaiming themselves vampires, some just trying out new personas that would be abandoned in time for some other identity and some serious in their beliefs.
In small, rural systems like ours, students like this tended to stick out and many teachers and administrators reacted negatively to them. Myself...as long as you showed up to class on time, turned in assignments on time and did your level best on tests, I wouldn't have cared if you showed up dressed like a fish and wearing a pink tutu.
"So, Boss...are you saying just to pass them and get them out of here?" I asked.
Grady shook his head. "No, no, no. Just...you're a good teacher, Roberts. Do whatever it takes to get them to pass the final exam!"
I had to smile. I have a reputation for being an excellent teacher. I have found that most Goth students are smarter than the average student and if the girls made a real effort, they would do fine.
Two days later, summer school began. Four weeks of class from 8:00 A.M. to 12:00 P.M. five days a week. I had ten students which quickly dwindled to eight students when two Neanderthal jocks realized they were actually expected to work in class. The other five were in the class for various reasons, absenteeism had caught up with them or they simply goofed off too long and couldn't bring their grades up in the end. And then there were my three witches.
They showed up at two minutes to eight, marched confidently into class and set down in the front row. The others had gone silent at the sight of them and even I with 25 years of teaching experience was at a bit of a loss for words at first glance. All three girls were eighteen and should have graduated in the spring.
The leader of the three was Tara...a lovely young woman with long black hair, pale skin and built...well, like the proverbial brick shithouse. She charged into class wearing a tight black sweater with a plunging neckline with a short black dress and black nylons and stilletos. Her sweater rode high, exposing a slight roll of baby fat that actually seemed to make her seem more attractive. Heaving half-globes of breast flesh visibly jiggled as she walked. She had brilliant blue eyes that screamed of defiant intelligence. She had a reputation for being thrown out of class for arguing with teachers and only the fact that she was usually right had so far saved her from expulsion.
Following her came Lisa, a tall, gangly girl, who was slowly blossoming into womanhood. Cats-eye glasses framed her brown eyes and her sandy-brown hair hung down in a curly, unruly mop. She was dressed this morning in leather pants and a white T-shirt with a leather vest. The leather showed off her tight buns and long legs and her breasts, small and pert were very pronounced and I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Her primary claim to fame was publicly announcing she had put a curse on Mrs. Higgins, the P.E. teacher during her sophomore year. She got two weeks suspension for that and it was never proved that her curse was connected to Gloria Higgins' hair falling out before the year was over.
The last of the trio was Ashley...a dark blonde beauty who had joined the witches of our high school in her junior year. Of medium height, she was one of the prettiest girls in school and one of the shyest. Or at least, she used to be. The boys in the classroom groaned as she strolled in...wearing a classic school girl outfit...short plaid skirt and white dress blouse, both of which were about two sizes too small for her...she looked like a girl from one of those almost smutty Japanese manga comics. She wore the skirt just shy of showing her panties and the blouse offered both cleavage and a clear view of her flat, smooth belly. I thought the black and white saddle shoes were a cute touch. Her outfit showed off her hourglass figure as well as her best features, her shapely legs and ass.
Needless to say, the boys in the classroom were drooling and even an old guy like me...forty-five years old and three years divorced felt a throb between my legs. The girls exuded an air of sexual confidence rarely found in someone eighteen years old, but they all had it and right now their attention was focused on me.
I admit I kinda fumbled my way through the first few minutes and for the first couple of days, had a kind of duel going with Tara as we established ground rules for debates. I found her to be funny and intelligent and accorded her the respect that was due. Delighted with my apparent willingness to be challenged in class, Tara responded in kind. During snack and bathroom breaks, the girls began talking up their Pagan beliefs, even offering me literature to read and were thrilled when I did actually read it.
They took it well when I was honest with them and said that from their material as well as what I researched on my own, that I did believe that many people were serious about their faith, particularly those of the Wicca faith, but that I found much of the Goth culture to be simple affectation or commercialized to appeal to certain elements of society and to make a buck. When they asked if I thought the three of them were serious about their way of life, I was honest as well. I told them that only time would tell. They were pleased with my honesty and that I didn't prejudge them and I can be honest and say they were my best students.
I can also say they were my biggest problem. They flat out intimidated the other students, harshly rejecting any overtures from the five horny teenage boys in the class. By the end of the first week, the rest of the class had retreated to the back rows and avoided my witches like the plague. As the second week passed, I also realized with just a little dismay that the girls were at best flirting with me or at worst something far more serious. Now any male teacher sooner or later runs into female students with a "daddy' fixation...or simply a school girl crush. I've always found that it was best just to pretend not to notice...to be totally clueless. Usually they get disgusted or bored and give it up. My witches were taking it to a whole new level.
Each day brought them in dressed in the most scandalous outfits...pushing the envelope on even our liberal dress code. Skirts got shorter...necklines plunged and if they wore bras, they were those designed to increase the amount of cleavage exposed. Each found reasons to visit me at my desk, leaning over on their elbows, offering up bird's eye views of breast flesh. Their dress code seemed to vary day by day...sometimes all black, sometimes adult schoolgirl fantasy outfits. Their skirts got shorter and shorter. By the end of the second week, they would sit at their desks and carelessly spread their legs, showing off their panties.
I became very familiar with the panty clad mounds of each of my wanton witches. I knew that Tara's bush under her panties was thick and wild...thick black hair peeking out from the elastic bands of her white panties. I knew that Lisa's bush was just as thick, but neatly trimmed...the shadow of it peeking opaquely out from her almost transparent silk panties. And Ashley...I quickly discovered that she kept her pussy shaved and that her panties seemed to be constantly wet...already molded to her mound when she arrived for class. She favored lacey, white silk panties that went transparent in the wet spots.
How I managed to get through my lessons and actually make sense, I don't really know. I worried constantly about the reoccurring hard-ons I was sporting in class and wondering if my students noticed. From the delighted grins of my three witches, I was sure they noticed. Luckily, the others had the typical "I hate school and I'm bored glazed look in their eyes..
Each day during the breaks, my three seductive witches would gather around my desk, seemingly vying for my attention. I would be asked my opinion of their outfits and if the classroom was empty they would strike sexy poses and ask me if I thought they looked pretty. Skirts would get ruffled up...showing off thongs and bare buttocks, garter belts and hose. I would blush and pretend not to get excited, but I'm glad I could hide behind a desk and conceal my raging erections.
Tara would tease me about my evasive comments and warn me, "Be careful, Mr. Rob. We're gonna think you don't like us. We might have to cast a love spell on you!"
