Central High Blues Ch 09

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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I had another weird dream that night, but it was something new and very, very different. Coach Perrine and I were at the Olympics. Sexual Olympics, that is. We were on the floor mats, really putting on a show.

We had gone through the mandatory portions of the program, of course. We'd nailed the doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and missionary positions. We had transitioned seamlessly from the reverse butterfly into the standing mad scientist, and slid back into the paired flounders. Then we rolled into the mated box trolls, flipped into the angry hummingbird, and we were in the home stretch in this industrial cookie press position.

"That fucking Russian judge is killing me!" Coach Perrine hissed into my ear, "the way she keeps glaring at me and shaking her head...I want to kick her ass!"

"Focus!" I groaned. Her asshole was squeezing my dick, and I didn't want to lose my erection. "Keep smiling, Coach. We can do this. Look over there at the French judge. He's jacking off under the table, and you know it."

She twisted on top of me, and I slid my hand to the middle of her back as she arched and spread her legs. I knew she was giving the judges an unimpeded view as my shaft slid in and out of her asshole. Then she lifted her feet up off the mat and spread her legs, and I was taking her full weight with my left arm. My muscles ached as I held her steady in that position and thrust my hips up to maintain the same pace.

This was the most difficult part of the routine, and our timing had to be perfect. The music had gotten faster, and I had to match the strident beat. I thrust into her steadily, then sped up as we neared the climactic finish.

"Now!" I hissed, and she launched into a reverse-somersault dismount, rolling off over my head and coming to a triumphant landing with her hands over her head. She was the embodiment of the goddess of victory in that moment, with her arms raised in a 'V' and her nipples quivering proudly atop her heaving breasts. I arched my back so that my erupting dick shot a geyser of cum high into the air over my body.

As my cock erupted, so did the crowd. They stood and cheered wildly as my semen jetted into the air and splattered down all over my flexed muscles.

I could see my parents applauding in the stands and my mother wiped a tear from her eye. "I'm so proud!" she sobbed.

Even the Russian judge nodded in grudging admiration.

* * *

After all the nightmares I'd had, it was nice to wake up after that dream with a grin on my face. It had been silly, but I was still completely hard when I stumbled out of bed. As I made my way into the bathroom, I was struck by the reality.

Holy shit! I fucked Coach Perrine last night!

I shook my head and flipped on the bathroom light, and stared at my face as I started the water in the sink. Then I realized I needed to shave. I had to shake my head again. I still wasn't used to having to do that. While the water warmed up and I brushed my teeth, I mused that I had fantasized about Coach Perrine almost as long as I had fantasized about Leanne. Now I had not only had sex with both of them, but I had fucked both of them in their asses.

That hadn't even been a fantasy before I got sick. In fact, I think my fantasies had largely been contained to merely getting to see one of them naked. After the way last night had gone, I had no doubt that Coach Perrine wanted a repeat performance. That was what ran through my head, "repeat performance," and then I was reliving that crazy-ass dream and trying not to laugh or choke on the toothpaste in my mouth. I spat into the sink, and saw my mother slide into the doorway.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

I rinsed my mouth out and felt the water was finally getting warm. I smiled and shook my head, and then looked over at her. It was tough, but I managed to keep my eyes on her face. The lacy white negligee she wore was one I recognized, and I knew I would be able to see her body clearly through it.

"I had another crazy dream," I replied. "This one was amusing, though."

"Oh, really? What was it about?" she asked, stepping into the bathroom. The way she moved, it was clear she was trying to get me to look at her tits.

I couldn't help it. I looked. Damn, my mother has some mouth-watering breasts. Her nipples were already prominent and I watched them get even stiffer as I licked my lips and stared. Then my eyes flitted down and...well, it wasn't really a surprise she wasn't wearing the matching panties. I tore my eyes from her tasty little pussy and looked her in the eye.

"You said you would be good, Mom," I reminded her.

She blew out a long breath. "Yes," she sighed, "I know I did. I'm sorry, Joshua."

She leaned closer and gave me a quick smooch on my cheek, then pulled back and wrinkled her nose.

"You really need to shave," she murmured.

I grinned at her. "I was just about to, before you came in here and distracted me with your sexy body."

She smiled and watched me for a few seconds as I washed my cheeks and chin. When I started applying the shaving cream, she sighed and walked out. My dick gave a little lurch in my boxers when her ass was revealed for that fleeting second.

It's tough for me too, Mom,

I thought.

Partway through my shave I glanced at my watch. It wasn't as early as I had thought; I only had about thirty minutes before I needed to leave, if I wanted to pick Trina up. I was careful enough not to nick myself shaving, and then I took a quick shower. By the time I was dressed, I could already smell breakfast.

* * *

It was fortunate I had hurried through my shower, otherwise breakfast might have burned. Mom was still wearing only that scanty negligee, and Dad had no reason to hold back like I had. They were fucking in the kitchen with the eggs and bacon sizzling in the skillet. I quickly slid in and flipped everything over, then pulled the other skillet off the stove. The hash browns were already a little over-done.

Dad was already dressed for work, but his dress slacks were puddled around his ankles as he took my mother from behind at the counter behind me. "Thanks for...taking care...of breakfast," he panted as he pounded her horny pussy.

Well, I assume he was in her pussy. I couldn't really tell from that angle and didn't feel like staring. I needed to get moving or I would be late.

"No problem, Dad," I replied, serving up breakfast onto three plates.

I was finished eating before they finished having sex. They were blocking the kitchen sink, so I left my dirty dishes on the counter. When I came back out of my bedroom with my book bag over my shoulder, I ducked my head into the kitchen doorway by their bedroom.

"You're not going to be late, are you Dad?" I asked.

He glanced at the clock on the microwave. "No, I should be fine," he panted. "Have a great day!"

Mom was too busy moaning through her orgasm to say anything, so I just smiled and waved and headed out the door.

I called Trina's house while I was on the way, letting them know I was coming. Just like the day before, I had just enough time to give Deirdre a hug and a kiss before we left. Trina and I shared a longer kiss in my car before we drove to the school. When we walked in the double doors at the front of the school, I smiled and waved at Linda. She blushed when she returned that smile and wave.

I chewed the inside of my cheek and hoped that she could keep it together.

Then we were in our biology class, and Miss Green was keeping it together better than I had hoped. She still smiled at me, but nothing about her behavior gave away how upset she had been when she left our house the previous evening. Despite her diminutive stature, she had become a strong, resilient woman. I remembered partway through class that I had promised to help her move this weekend, and I stuck around long enough to ask after class.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Josh," she reassured me with a wave of her hand. "I've got some other teachers helping me with it now. It would be silly to take any chances. Thank you for offering, though."

I nodded, and Trina and I hugged before parting for our next classes.

When I got to my Calculus class, I started to dig out that homework assignment to drop it into the basket on Mr. Roush's desk. He waved me off and I could see the basket was empty.

"Just hold onto it, Josh," he said. "We'll be going over it in class."

It turned out that was all we did. Only a quarter of us had actually finished that homework, and the rest of the class was visibly relieved that they wouldn't be penalized for failing to finish it. We wound up splitting into groups and working out the problems as a class. It gave me a chance to let my mind wander, to think about what I needed to do the rest of the day.

* * *

Brenda Cahill did not look well, and I wasn't the only one who noticed. She looked pale and shaky, and when I saw her knees shuddering I quickly leapt from my desk. I managed to catch her before she fell to the floor, and then I looked around and barked out orders. Trina headed for the nurse's office, and Bryce headed next door to let Mrs. Thomas know what was happening.

Brenda clung to me and whimpered, and I stroked her hair gently. "It's okay, Miss Cahill, I've got you," I murmured.

She didn't want to let me go when one of the young student teachers arrived to take charge of the class, or when Nurse Hamilton arrived. As soon as Nurse Hamilton was certain it was safe for Brenda to be moved, she put her hand on my shoulder.

"Josh, do you think you can carry her to my office?" she asked quietly.

"Sure thing," I replied, nodding.

When I carefully lifted her and carried her to the door, I heard several girls sighing behind me. Trina was one of them, but she looked around and bit her lip when she realized she wasn't the only one. Brenda felt light in my arms—so much so that it was alarming.

"Haven't you been eating?" I whispered.

She was delirious at that point, and she struggled in my arms. Brenda was trying to pull my face down to hers so she could kiss me as I carried her down the hall. Most of the classroom doors were closed in the hallway, so Nurse Hamilton felt the need to lean in and whisper.

"She's obviously dehydrated, but..." She looked around quickly once more, "when was the last time you two had sex?"

After thinking a second, I couldn't recall. "I don't remember," I muttered. "We were supposed to get together a couple of times last week, but something always came up and we never did."

I stuck around and held Brenda's hand after Nurse Hamilton gave her an IV and left to call her granddaughter. When she returned, she sent me back to class.

"Heather's on her way," she assured me. "She'll take Brenda to the hospital so they can make sure she's okay."

She chewed her lip after that, and I nodded to let her know I understood. There were too many people around who could hear us. I stepped out of her office, but then Doctor Hill stopped me with her hand on my shoulder.

"Thank you, Mr. Thompson," she said. Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried through the office. Everyone turned to look at her—at us—standing in her doorway. "We're lucky to have a student like you," she added with a smile.

"Thank you, ma'am," I murmured. "I'll...head back to class."

She nodded and turned to let me pass. Linda smiled at me and impulsively leaned closer to put her hand on my other shoulder.

"I'll call your mom and let her know what happened," she said softly. She looked at Dr. Hill and they exchanged a nod. "I wouldn't want her to worry if she hears that something happened here today."

"Thanks, Linda," I said, giving her hand a squeeze. "You are a really good friend. I appreciate it."

* * *

I was troubled as I made my way back down the hallways to my English class. Was it my fault that Brenda had collapsed like that? I shook my head. No, I had really tried to spend time "taking care" of her carnal needs. It had been pure, dumb luck that we hadn't gotten together. Still, I felt guilty for not trying harder or more often. Obviously it was complicated. I didn't have time to work out the difficult problem in my head before I returned to class.

The young student teacher was struggling. I didn't recognize her and figured she must have just started. Without even thinking about it, I walked up next to her in front of the class and cleared my throat. All the little conversations ceased, and everyone looked up at me.

"Miss Cahill is going to be all right," I assured them. "She will be going to the hospital, but that's just everyone being cautious. Now, when she left off..."

The young student teacher stepped back, nodding and watching as I took over teaching the class. Nobody questioned what I was doing. I did get some really good questions about the material as I taught the lesson. When I finished, I turned to the young student teacher.

"Um, homework?" I asked.

She gave a little lurch. "Oh! I didn't—" she muttered.

"It's okay, ma'am," I assured her. "We're all doing our best to get through this."

"It should be in the lesson plan," she murmured, "just a second." After flipping through Miss Cahill's lesson planner, she found it. "Ah, here we go. Make sure you have a copy of Macbeth for the next class. We'll start going over it tomorrow. No other homework today."

We still had a couple of minutes before the bell, and most of the class returned to little quiet conversations as the student teacher regarded me. I looked at her too; it was the first chance I had to really look at the woman. She had curly auburn hair and big, round glasses. The lenses and frames were both thin; unlike Miss Cahill, though, she wasn't wearing them for show. She was wearing a pale blouse with an intricate embroidered design, with jeans and sneakers. It was obvious she hadn't expected to be in front of a class that day.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Are you going to be okay?" I whispered back.

"Yeah, now that I watched you do it, I'll be fine," she chuckled.

I gave her a smile, but then the bell rang and I had to get my things and go. Before I finished packing my English textbook and notebook into my bag, though, Trina was there hugging me and pulling me down for a frantic kiss. The student teacher and Mrs. Thomas both cleared their throats and gave us a disapproving shake of their heads, but their expressions let us know they weren't upset as soon as we stopped.

"Sorry," Trina said, to them. Then she turned to me and softly added, "I just couldn't resist."

We smiled at each other and held hands as we walked out of the classroom. When I looked at her again, that adoring expression on Trina's face made my heart swell. I can still remember that look today. It was the moment I realized I really loved her.

* * *

We stopped at our lockers briefly to swap out text books, and then headed to the office. Miss Cahill was gone by then, and Nurse Hamilton quietly let us know that Heather had called. The hospital had immediately confirmed her diagnosis; dehydration and low blood sugar. She was also suffering from malnutrition.

"I should have kept a closer eye on her," Nurse Hamilton muttered, shaking her head.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up," I replied, putting a hand on her shoulder. "We were in her class yesterday, and she looked fine."

"Thanks," she whispered, reaching up and giving my forearm a squeeze. "Now you kids go get lunch. I don't want to have to send anyone else to the hospital this week."

Trina and I grabbed lunch "to go" and headed for the science wing. Miss Green and Mr. Delgado both smiled and shook their heads as soon as we walked in. They were in the Chemistry classroom today, since the Biology class smelled of formaldehyde.

"We heard you had quite the English class today," Mr. Delgado chuckled.

"Yessir," I replied. "Miss Cahill should be fine. She was just dehydrated, and she already got an IV before she left."

Trina and I unwrapped our burgers and started eating. Our teachers nodded and we all ate quietly for a few minutes. Mr. Lattimore stuck his head in the doorway then. He was the assistant principal, and had a reputation for being very strict. Of course, that was his job. He cracked down and maintained discipline so that our principal didn't have to look like the "bad guy" all the time. He raised an eyebrow, but pointedly did not say anything about me and Trina having our lunch in there.

"Mr. Delgado, Miss Green," he acknowledged, "And Mr. Thompson."

He looked like he was chewing on the inside of his cheek as he regarded me. Then he looked back out into the hallway before stepping inside and closing the classroom door quietly. He stepped up, sighed, and shrugged.

"Honestly, I don't know what I'm supposed to say to you, young man," he chuckled.

I had never heard the man chuckle before. Hell, I'd never even seen him smile. He was always so serious. Trina and I both blinked as we looked at him. So did Lisa. Mr. Delgado swallowed and cleared his throat.

"Glen, what's going on?" he asked. "Josh isn't in trouble, is he?"

"No," Mr. Lattimore replied, shaking his head. "It's just...we heard you took over teaching your English class today. That's um...well...we can't have you doing that. You aren't a teacher, and you don't have the certification. If anyone makes a fuss about it, the school could get in trouble."

"Did you really?" Mr. Delgado asked, looking at me with a wry smile.

"Yes sir," I replied, nodding slowly. I looked at Mr. Lattimore. "I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again."

He just laughed and shook his head. "That's just it," he said, "Nobody's mad about it. Mrs. Thomas, Dana's supervisor, came over to check on your class twice. She swears you were doing a fantastic job of teaching the class. Dana said the same thing."

I started to shake my head, but then realized "Dana" must be the student teacher. Then my eyes widened when it hit me. Dana

Lattimore

had been the student teacher. She was his daughter, and she had been a student in this school! She couldn't have graduated more than three years ago.

"Oh," I finally said. I didn't know what else to say.

"I would like to say 'thank you,' Josh," Mr. Lattimore said carefully. "But of course, as assistant principal I can't say that." Then he looked up at the ceiling for a second. "Well, I guess I can say thank you for helping Miss Cahill. I understand you kept her from falling and hurting herself when she fainted." He looked thoughtful for a bit, nodded, and finally added, "Just try to remember, you're still a student here. Let your teachers handle the teaching."

"Yes sir," I replied.

We exchanged a smile, and then he turned and left us to our lunch, leaving the door open behind him.

"Well, that was weird," Mr. Delgado chuckled softly.

I don't think Trina noticed the wistful look Lisa gave us when she finished her lunch. She managed to clear her expression before she spoke.

"Well, this was nice," she said, smiling at us all. "Thanks for letting me eat here, Mr. Delgado. I'm afraid my room will smell like that until we're done with the dissections in three weeks."

"You're always welcome," he replied with a warm smile.

"I'd hug you all, but—well—we're in school," she said softly. We all smiled, and she waved and left.

We finished our lunch and disposed of the wrappers before students began arriving for class. Mr. Delgado turned a blind eye when Trina and I ducked into the supply room for a quick, passionate make-out session. When we emerged, I remembered to tell her about Calculus class.