(The first installment in the Lance Sheldon Chronicles)
It was Wednesday evening, and Mr. Lance Sheldon was awaiting his last parent/teacher conference to arrive. This was his third year at Livermore Elementary. Thanks in large part to his youth, (a man of twenty six), high energy level, and overly outgoing personality, he had developed quite a following with students and parents alike. Sure there were the occasional parents that nobody is able to please, but for the most part, he often heard, "Will you be here when Suzie comes up to your class?" or "You
are
going to be here for at least two more years,
right?"
Not knowing what the future would bring and trying to avoid giving anyone false reassurance, Lance usually gave the standard, "It's possible, but you never know what could happen between now and then."
The clock was approaching twenty after six, and Lance was looking forward to wrapping up the day. The students had been in school for a half-day before being dismissed at twelve thirty so the teachers could hold parent/teacher conferences from one o'clock to seven o'clock. His six o'clock, Jack's parents had just left. Jack was a good student, and both he and his parents were fond of Mr. Sheldon.
Lance looked up at the clock and noticed it was only twenty five after six. His thoughts turned to his next and final conference, Mrs. Abigail Delaney. He had first noticed Mrs. Delaney last year when her daughter was in second grade. Lance would occasionally bump into her on his way into school. They would always exchange pleasantries and were friendly with one another, but Lance noticed more than just how pleasant and friendly Abigail Delaney was. He noticed that she stood about 5'9", had gorgeous fiery red hair, a sexy smile, and long, hot legs that were quite the attention grabbers in her just-above-the-knee skirts. He couldn't help but get excited at the thought of having Lacy in his class this year and the potential of having more interaction with her sexy mother. As Lance sat at his desk thinking about the eye candy he was waiting on, he felt a lump start to form in his pants. Just as his cock came to full attention, there was a knock at the door.
"Hey! Are you ready for me? I realize I'm early, but thought I'd come up," Abigail Delaney said leaning into the room, cleavage peaking out of her hunter green blouse and her long, beautiful legs generously exposed by the lack of material in her jean mini skirt. If Mrs. Delaney wasn't looking hot enough, the matching green high heels just about put Lance over the edge.
"Um….a….sure. Come on in and have a seat at the table," Lance said as he stood up, putting Lacy's report card in front of him to hide the tent that was being pitched at such an awkward moment. "How are you?" he asked, as he came closer to the table extending his free hand.
"Great. At least I am right now," Mrs. Delaney said, as she extended her hand with her eyes at waist level, glancing to the report card still hiding Lance's hardness.
Lance started to sit before placing the report card on the table between them. "Oh, this? You really have only good things to look for and praise to give Lacy in terms of her academics. Have a look for yourself."
"Wow! She is doing well, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is. She is a strong student and for the most part a joy to have in class. However, there have been a few occasions where Lacy interrupts one of her classmates, or me, and begins sharing something with the class. I have taken her aside and talked about being considerate and respectful to people around her. She's done better lately, but I just thought I'd give you a heads-up because I believe if we work as a team, we will help our kids become more successful. I do my best to urge a sense of teamwork between myself and my students' parents."
"I have noticed Lacy doing that more lately. I think it has to do with her being an only child and now that she has three stepsiblings, she has to work harder to be heard. I will certainly reinforce at home what you expect at school."
The two continued to talk for the next twenty minutes or so about everything from childhood to college experiences, to cars and sports, before Mrs. Delaney looked up at the clock.
"Oh, look at the time. I shouldn't be keeping you."
"Not a problem. I have enjoyed our visit." Lance could feel his cock stirring again. As the two stood up, Mrs. Delaney went to grab her keys off the table and dropped them on the floor. She bent over to get them with Lance standing behind her. Staring at her ass, in a bent over position, made Lance's semi hard-on instantly hard as a rock. He felt his body leaning into Mrs. Delaney's tight, round, luscious ass. As he got closer, he could feel his rock hard cock make contact. He moaned in ecstasy. This feeling was shattered by a rather angry voice.
"Mr. Sheldon! What in the hell do you think you're doing!"
"I….aw….I'm…. sorry. I don't know what I was thinking," was all Lance could manage with his head down, eyes starring at the floor.
"I don't think you were thinking," Mrs. Delaney continued staring down at the obvious lump in Lance's pants. "And what is this?" she asked, reaching out and grabbing the rock hard seven and a half inches through his pants.
"It's a…..I don't know," Lance stammered.
