Brad Harris
Shame on teacher
CHAPTER ONE
"I hope that we can make this year one of great education for us all," Mr. Timmons concluded. "I am sure that you can learn even more than your students if we all work together."
Julie twisted nervously in her chair. She had heard all this sort of talk while in college. Now that she was about to begin teaching, she hoped she would hear of the real world of a high school. She wanted more specific suggestions about how to teach, less of the same old garbage of sharing a learning experience with her students.
The soft, young blonde swung her head about, letting her hair sweep down over the other shoulder. She stretched her ripe body, waiting for the morning's preliminary session to end. She would prefer a chance to meet the other teachers, especially the tall young assistant coach who would be in the room next to hers. She had tried to get his attention all morning, stretching her body about and thrusting her tits against the flimsy blouse she wore. Damn! She knew she should have gone braless today. She had been about to leave the house when she turned back and quickly wrapped her prized possessions in a bra. She had decided that she should try to appear dignified and reserved for this first meeting with the new faculty.
She sat back now and looked about her as the principal continued his inane little speech. What a motley collection of teachers! Damn! Other than her, there wasn't a decent-looking broad in the lot! No, she corrected herself, that wasn't completely correct. Miss Harrison might be a little older than she, but the red-haired woman did have a hell of a body beneath her tight blouse and skirt. Sybil Harrison had a hell of a sensuous mouth, too. Yes, Julie decided, the red-haired woman was attractive to men and knew it. Damn right, she knew it! Julie began watching the older woman, watching the way she fluttered her long lashes as she pretended to listen to the principal.
How many of the men sitting around the room had fucked Sybil? The little blonde looked around at the men, noticed several of them letting their eyes wander warmly over the redhead's tits while soft smiles played on their mouths.
"In conclusion, then," Mr. Timmons summed up, "let us be possessed by a passion – a passion to learn with our students – a passion to learn from them."
The teachers all trooped into the cafeteria afterwards. Sybil Harrison looked around until she spotted the new teacher. Julie saw the woman smile at her, then motion to her.
"Don't eat alone," the redhead told her. "Come on with me. After hearing the old man give his annual lecture, you're probably anxious to hear the real stow of Fort Arthur High."
"You mean we shouldn't have such a burning passion to learn with our students?" the blonde asked with a laugh.
"Honey," Sybil assured her, "passion is the right word. That's one item this horny student body has in abundance. I can see the boys now, if you wear a blouse and skirt like that to class. They'll have you gang-raped before second period."