Derek and I had been friends for only about six months when we heard the news. The school we were working for was closing, and we would be unemployed in only a few short months.
Derek had been a teacher most of his life. He was now 40, and had taught at Brighton Elementary School since he was 20. I was nearly 15 years younger, and teaching fifth grade students. It was only my second job out of college. We were both extremely saddened by the news. Me, mostly because my limited exposure to the teaching world would probably land me a job as a teller at a bank until another teaching job came about. All of the other schools would be filled up with more senior teachers. Derek was looking into teaching college students, but I was only part way through the Master's program, and that wouldn't be enough for the strict area colleges.
I loved the openness of my relationship with Derek. Neither of us were married, nor were we really dating anyone exclusively, so we were free and fun with each other. We had a ritual every afternoon while the children had afternoon recess, to fuck in the cafeteria closet. Cliché it may have been, but fun it was for sure.
We started off just as friends, which led to just a kiss, which led to this and to that. Neither of us had any real rules, we just agreed to meet every day at that same time, at that same spot and let nature take its course. No rules and no games – what more fun could you ask for?
Derek loved the way I would explore him. I'd start off shy and kiss him softly. He'd shove his tongue in my mouth and I'd suck it for a bit and then swirl my tongue in his mouth like I was licking ice cream. Derek had a great tongue and I looked forward to feeling it in my mouth and on my body every day.
I knew exactly how to make Derek want me. I'd start off flirting ever so slightly, but enough for him to take notice. I'd tease him by walking down the hall sucking on a Twizzler, in ever so sensual a way –slap my tongue around the edges, and then deep throat the bendable candy until it was all in my mouth. Derek loved to taste my strawberry tongue, and lick the leftovers out of my cheek and teeth.
On our last day together, I planned something exquisite for us. I still hadn't decided where my future would lead me, and Derek had accepted a job at a nearby college. He would be an English professor. I flirted with the idea of going back to school for a Master's Degree, but I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted to do – besides suck Derek's hot cock.
The school was empty by the time we met, so privacy was to our benefit. I walked in wearing a short black sweater and low-rise blue jeans, which showed off my shapely figure beautifully. My sweater clung to my breasts, and I'm sure Derek could tell I wasn't wearing a bra because the excitement in the air caused my nipples to perk. Like clockwork, I strutted in with a cherry Twizzler hanging out of my mouth, and I sucked on the end so feverishly. Derek watched a moment, then licked his lips and grabbed me by the ass and pulled me on top of him. He pulled the Twizzler out of my mouth, and set it aside. I was pretty excited by the strength at which he grabbed me and I pushed my hips into his groin to show my appreciation.
Derek grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back forcefully. He immediately placed his lips on my throat and began to suck my neck first, and then my ears. I giggled at first and then moaned with pleasure. It wasn't like Derek to be so forceful, but I liked it. He pulled up my shirt and grabbed my tits in his hands and rubbed them together. He kissed me so forcefully, and then moved his tongue to my tits and nibbled. He moved his mouth down to my stomach and watched me as I moaned with pleasure.
