Central High Blues

The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.

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When I finally got home after my long night with Nurse Hamilton, my mother had already gone to bed. My dad was headed that way, but I stopped him long enough to ask if I could invite Nurse Hamilton over for dinner with us the following evening.

"Sure, that sounds fine," he said. He cocked his head and looked at me. "You seem much more relaxed tonight."

"Yes sir," I replied, "Talking with that woman made me see a lot of things much more clearly."

I stepped in and hugged my dad fiercely. After a second, he hugged me back.

"Dad, I love you so much," I said, "I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate everything you have done for me. The more I talked with Nurse Hamilton, and the more she helped me see things clearly, the more I understood just how lucky I am that you are my dad."

He released me from the hug and took a step back to look at my face. After a bit, he nodded.

"Should I get some coffee so we can stay up and talk?" he asked.

"Not unless you really want to. I'm exhausted, and I'll be getting up early again tomorrow," I replied. "Would you like me to wake you up so we can work out together in the morning?"

He thought about it for a few seconds before nodding his head.

"That sounds good," he said, "Just try not to wake up your mother."

I hugged him again.

"Good night, Dad."

"Good night, Josh."

I had showered before I left Nurse Hamilton's place, so I just changed into my workout shorts and folded and put away the clean clothes I wore. I put the jeans in the top of my closet, and selected baggy trousers and a long t-shirt to wear the next day.

I was awfully tired, but I knew I needed to call my English teacher, Miss Cahill, before I went to sleep. I also needed to thank Heather. Her grandmother's help had been invaluable. I decided to do that first, sending her a quick text.

"Thanks so much!" the text read, "Your grandmother is wise beyond words."

I called Brenda Cahill as soon as that text went through.

"Hey, sexy," she growled, "I missed you after class today. Are you coming over?"

I laughed softly at that.

"I'm afraid you'd be disappointed," I replied, "I have had one long day. I was calling because I wanted you to know I hadn't forgotten about you and I'm not avoiding you. I thought about you a lot, and I just wanted to let you know that."

"Thanks, Josh," she said, "but I really want you right now. Are you sure you can't come over and give me a quick, nasty fucking?"

"I'm sure," I said firmly. "Look, you are amazing, but I am wiped out. Also...are you masturbating right now?"

"Yes!" she gasped into the phone.

I could hear the squishy sounds of her wet pussy being roughly penetrated. Despite my exhaustion, my sore cock twitched at that lovely sound.

"You dirty little slut!" I growled into the phone, "You can't even wait until I see you tomorrow, can you?"

"No, sir!" she gasped again.

I talked dirty to her for the next four minutes, until she screamed out and I covered my phone. I shook my head as I imagined what it would have been like if I had spent the evening with her instead of Nurse Hamilton.

"Thanks for that, Josh," she panted in the aftermath of her orgasm.

"You're welcome," I replied, "I'll see you in the morning, Miss Cahill. Have a good night."

"Good night, Josh," she replied before hanging up.

I saw that Heather had texted me back. I flipped through to that message.

"Yes she is," the message read. Then, "Can't wait to see you Wednesday."

I thought that over as I turned off the lights and slid into my bed. If I didn't say anything, we would surprise her when Trina and I showed up with her grandmother after school in two days. I groaned and reached for my phone.

"May I call?" I texted her. Moments later, my phone rang as she called me.

"Hey, Heather," I said quietly, "How are you doing tonight?"

"I'm alright," she replied, "just tired. How are you?"

"Oh, I am wiped out," I said, "It was a really long day. I just wanted to give you a heads-up, though. Trina and I will be doing our homework over at your grandma's place right after school the next two weeks. I didn't want to surprise you when we show up on Wednesday."

"Oh," she replied, "I was planning on meeting you at my apartment. I still have most of my stuff there. Would you like me to be at Grandma's house instead?"

"I...hmm," I said, "I guess that's up to you. I'm not sure why I thought you would be there. If you'd like to meet Trina, then sure. If that makes you uncomfortable, then I'll come over to your place after I drop her off at her house. You don't have to make a decision on that right away, obviously. If you are there on Wednesday, then I will know."

"Okay," she said, "I'll probably be there. Was there anything else?"

I thought about it for a second. A lump formed in my throat.

"Heather," I said, "I love you. I just thought you should know that."

There was a long, uncomfortable silence. I could barely hear her soft voice when she finally spoke again.

"I know, Josh," she whispered, "I just wish..."

There was another long silence. I couldn't think of anything to say. She was probably going through the same thing. Finally, I cleared my throat and spoke up.

"Good night, Heather. I will see you Wednesday."

"Good night, baby," she said huskily, "Sweet dreams."

She had never called me 'baby' before. I set my phone back on the shelf in my headboard and rolled onto my side. I could picture waking up next to Heather, years from now, and hearing her say, "Good morning, baby." I couldn't help but smile at that thought.

* * *

It seemed far too early when my alarm went off the next morning. I groaned and rolled my carcass out of bed, turning off the alarm and trudging to my parents' bedroom. I shook my father softly awake, and we tiptoed through the house to the home gym for our morning workout.

As our blood began circulating and our muscles strained, we talked softly. We didn't talk about anything important enough that I could recall it later, and that was perfect. I just remember smiling and joking with my dad while we lifted weights. He started coffee while I took my shower, and then he used my bathroom for his shower when I was done.

"Hey!" he said from inside the shower.

I turned and saw he was looking at me around the shower curtain.

"Yes sir?"

"Do you feel like waking up your mother?" he asked with a grin, "You could get her warmed up for me."

I grinned back at him, and he disappeared back into the shower. I made sure I wasn't dripping water before making my way into my parents' bedroom. It was dark in there, and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust enough that I could find my way to the bed. I slid headfirst beneath the covers, spreading Mom's legs and licking my way up the inside of her right thigh.

She moaned softly when my mouth found her pussy. I licked her gently and lightly stroked her hips with my fingertips. I heard her suck in a breath and say, "Oh!" as she woke up. Her hand reached down and tangled in my hair as I increased the pace and intensity of my licking. She was getting really wet now.

"Is Joshua awake yet?" she whispered to me.

I had to grin when I heard it.

"Yes I am," I replied, speaking directly into her wet pussy. "Dad's in my shower. He'll be with you in just a minute."

She moaned, "Oh, you guys are so bad!" and then her legs were shaking in orgasm. I could hear my father's footsteps approaching on the tile floor of the kitchen. I slid up my mother's body and gave her a wet kiss, and then I rolled out of their bed. My dad turned on the light, and Mom squinted and covered her eyes. I threw back the covers, revealing her body. Her nightgown was bunched above her waist, and her legs were spread wide, displaying her wet and ready pussy.

"All yours, you lucky dog," I said to my father.

Dad had an ear-to-ear grin on his face as he stepped up and gave me another high-five. I grinned back at him as we passed, and he practically dove onto Mom. I smiled as I heard her squeal behind me, and I closed their bedroom door on my way out. Then I thought better of it and I opened the door and leaned back in.

"Do you guys want me to fix you some breakfast?" I asked.

"No," Dad grunted, already fucking that sweet pussy, "I don't have to be in to the office until this afternoon."

"Alright," I said.

I grabbed a quick bowl of cereal with milk and took my usual vitamins and supplements. After I had eaten, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Don't get me wrong, I love the taste of my mother's pussy. I just didn't want Trina asking why my breath smelled like that.

I got dressed in the baggy trousers and longer t-shirt I had selected the night before. I thought it looked a little sloppy, so I tucked in the shirt. That still wasn't working. I looked over at my clock and realized I still had at least twenty minutes, so I calmed down and looked through my closet for a better shirt to go with those pants. I found the polo-style shirt that my mother had picked out with the trousers, and it really looked sharp.

I tucked in the shirt and put on a belt, and looked at my reflection. I was probably a little overdressed for high school, but I felt like that was a better outfit. I turned from side to side and looked at myself in the mirror, happy to see that not a trace of a bulge was obvious in those trousers. I knew that I was still partially erect, too, after the show my parents had just given me.

I grabbed my book bag and walked into my parents' room. The intensity of that live sex show had ratcheted up a couple of notches. My mother was on her knees with her legs spread wide, and her big tits rocked beneath her as my dad pounded her from behind.

"Wow," I breathed, "you guys look amazing."

They both turned to smile at me without breaking stride.

"I'm off to school," I continued, "Have a great day!"

"You too, sweetie," my mother gasped out.

My dad just nodded. He was really working hard at the moment. I understood completely.

I drove to Trina's house and her mother answered the door again.

"You look very nice this morning, Josh," she said, looking me up and down.

"Thanks," I replied.

"Are we supposed to dress up today?" Trina asked from the dining room table.

"No," I said, "I was going to wear a long t-shirt with these pants, but it just didn't look right. This is the shirt I bought to go with these pants, I think. I just thought this looked better."

"Well now I have to change," she muttered.

"Why?" I said, "You look great."

"No, Josh," she replied, "Standing next to you, I'll look like a slob!"

I looked to Deirdre for support, but she nodded in agreement with her daughter. Trina was wearing an oversized gamer t-shirt with jeans that had strategically placed rips in them. It was fairly standard stuff, and she looked fine. I glanced at my watch and realized we still had plenty of time before we had to leave for school. I was early, since I hadn't had a big breakfast with my parents this morning.

"What do you think you would wear instead?" I asked.

"Well, I will need to fix my hair, just for starters," she said.

She rose from the dining room table and retreated to her bedroom. I tried once again.

"Trina, you really don't have to change," I said, "Seriously, you look fine!"

I felt Deirdre's hand on my right bicep and looked down at her.

"Let her get changed," she said, "She'll feel better. It's alright, Josh. Go ahead and have a seat."

She guided me over to the couch and I followed her. I could not help but take note of Deirdre's toned body. Once again she was wearing one of those thin kimono-style robes, and this one was even shorter than the one she had worn yesterday. I could see almost all of her right breast, and when she bent to move the throw pillow, it rose up in the back exposing the bottom half of her ass. She was not wearing underwear.

When she stood upright and turned back to me, Deirdre saw the look on my face and looked down at her body. She pulled her robe a little tighter around her body and licked her lips nervously.

"I guess I should put on some 'real clothes' before you come over in the morning," she whispered apologetically.

"It's your house," I countered, "You should feel free to wear whatever you want."

I looked her over once more, my eyes flowing down her shapely legs to her painted toenails before rising back to her face.

"You look really good," I said. I felt a little guilty as I heard my own voice. It sounded hungry.

"Thanks," she replied huskily.

I slid around her and plopped down on the couch. It occurred to me that the last time I had sat on this couch, Trina had given me an exceptional blowjob. I was getting hard. Trina's mom was still standing right in front of me, and at that range I could smell her arousal. I doubt that anything would have happened between us, even if Trina had not intervened. We were both very turned on, though. I kept that in mind. I needed to avoid being alone with my girlfriend's mom in the future.

"Mom," Trina's voice came from her room, "Can you come here, please?"

Deirdre shook her head and started moving.

"Be right there!" she said.

I located the television remote and turned on the TV. It looked like the weather would be really warm today. I hollered out to them, letting them know the forecast before changing the channel to Sports Center. Twenty minutes later, I was treated to Trina looking like I had never seen her before.

She wore a clingy black skirt with a pale blue blouse. Knee-length stockings and black pumps completed the outfit. Her hair was neatly brushed back and her bangs were out of her eyes, displaying her lovely face. Deirdre had helped her apply light makeup. I am sure I looked astonished.

"Wow," I breathed, "You look amazing. Now

I

feel underdressed."

"Let me get a picture of you two!" Deirdre said. She grabbed her tablet as I stood up.

"Mom!" Trina protested, blushing slightly.

I could tell, though, that she wanted this picture as badly as her mom did. I smiled and took her hand. The two of us turned toward her mother and smiled for the picture. Trina cleared her throat.

"Mom," she said, "You're showing a little too much boob, there."

I had been so preoccupied, looking at Trina, that I hadn't even noticed. Deirdre looked embarrassed as she tucked her exposed breast back into her robe and turned away from us. I took advantage of that moment to lean in and kiss Trina on her sensitive neck. She shivered.

"We need to get going," she said.

I looked at my watch. She was right.

Trina grabbed her backpack and I gave Deirdre a quick hug. She turned from me and gave Trina a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. In the car, on the way to the school, Trina took my right hand and slid it up her thigh beneath her skirt. I groaned when I felt how moist her pussy was; her flimsy panties had not impeded the progress of my hand at all.

"Are you turned on because you saw how sexy you look?" I growled at her.

"No, Josh," she replied, "I have been this turned on since you walked in our door this morning. I wanted to drag you into my bedroom so you could fuck me before school today. Oh!"

I had slipped my right thumb into her wet pussy, prompting that last sound from her throat. I had to withdraw it seconds later so that I could park the car. I popped my thumb into my mouth and sucked her juices off of it. I could not suppress the shudder that went through my body.

The first bell rang, and we hurried to get out of the car and into Biology class before we were tardy. Fortunately, we already had those textbooks, so we were able to rush directly to the classroom.

Miss Green looked at us with wide eyes when we arrived, out of breath, in her classroom. She wasn't the only one, though. Everybody was looking at us and there was a lot of whispering as we took our seats.

"Why are you guys all dressed up?" Carla asked.

"Josh was embarrassed because everyone stared at him in those tight jeans yesterday," Trina whispered in response.

Carla blushed at that, and I realized she had stared as much as anyone. I chimed in.

"I thought these pants went well with this shirt," I said, "I wasn't really trying to dress up. When I picked Trina up for school this morning, she insisted on dressing up to match me."

Carla nodded. "Well, you guys look amazing."

Miss Green started class, and we turned our attention to her. After class, she complimented us. I noticed that several students—maybe half the class—heard her when she did.

"Thanks, Miss Green," Trina and I said.

One of my friends, Tony, was in my Calculus class. He made a snarky comment when I took my seat.

"Is it dress-up day, or is it nerd day?" he asked.

He started to laugh, but then the girl sitting on his other side elbowed him in the ribs. I knew her name was Michelle, but I really didn't know her at all.

"Shut up, Tony," she hissed at him, "Josh looks amazing."

Her friend nodded in agreement, and Tony looked down at his own clothes and looked chagrined. It wasn't like he wore shabby clothes, they just looked like something a kid would wear.

"Don't sweat it, Tony," I whispered to him, "I wasn't—"

"Gentlemen," Mr. Roush asked, "do you mind if I start the class now?"

We nodded and both said, "Sorry, sir." I got out my notebook, calculator and pencil, as did most of the class. I was surprised to hear Mr. Roush say, "Looking sharp today, Josh." That drew some looks in my direction. I ignored it and focused on the rest of the Calculus lesson.

Miss Cahill looked like she wanted to eat me up when I walked into her classroom. I was a little surprised to notice that she gave Trina the same hungry look when she came in a minute later and sat next to me. I looked around the classroom uneasily, but it seemed I was the only one who had noticed. Most of the students were looking at me or Trina, not Miss Cahill.

After that class, I joined Trina for lunch in the cafeteria. I caught Mr. Delgado before he got his lunch and let him know that we would be joining him after we ate. He looked my outfit over but didn't comment on it. Trina and I got our trays full of lunch and found a spot where we could sit together. Another one of our online friends, Dave, came over and asked loudly, "Why are you guys all dressed up today?"

We both looked at him and shrugged.

"We're not," Trina said with a straight face.

"Yeah, man," I added, "What are you talking about?"

He narrowed his eyes and looked back and forth between us for a bit before moving on. Trina and I grinned at each other once Dave's back was turned. We talked about Bio and English while eating quickly. Nobody else bothered us, but the students sitting around us joined in our conversation. We finished eating and headed to the science wing, finding our teachers in Miss Green's classroom.

"You guys make me feel underdressed today," Mr. Delgado quipped when we walked in, "What's the occasion?"

"I'm just trying to make up for yesterday," I replied.

Both teachers nodded at that. Miss Green colored a bit. I figured she was picturing me in those tight jeans.

We only had ten minutes or so to visit before we took our leave of Miss Green. I noticed her expression as we left. Clearly she had wanted to talk to me about something. I made a mental note that I needed to call her, but as soon as I did I remembered that Nurse Hamilton would be coming over to my house this evening. Once again, I found I was shaking my head in annoyance. There just isn't enough time!