Chapter 5: Angie Gets a French Lesson

Six weeks earlier.

I was walking along the corridor and heard a sound coming from the back of the school sports hall, being the inquisitive person that I am I went to investigate.

I opened the door and silently went inside. Although I couldn’t see anyone, the noise was louder and seemed to be coming from a store-room. I went to have a look, keeping very quiet for some reason. The door was slightly ajar and as I got nearer I recognised the sounds, somebody was having sex. Ooh goody, I thought, I’ll just have a look. I’ve never had the chance to watch sex in person before, I’ve always been involved.

I opened the door a little wider and the grunting and moaning noise was much louder now, that and the slapping of flesh against flesh. It sounded to me as if some lucky girl was getting a good hammering. It wasn’t just someone though, it was Miss Dubois, a beautiful and sexy French girl, over here to improve her English by working as a teaching assistant. She’s twenty-one years old and is training to be a teacher herself, but she had taken twelve months off to improve her English as I said.

She was being pounded from behind by none other than Mr Jennings my form teacher. Who just happens to be married. He was fucking her that hard both were covered in sweat and her long brown hair was plastered to her head. His hips were a blur as he pounded her pussy. I let out a moan of frustration that fortunately was masked by the rutting noises the couple were making.

I slipped a hand into my panties which by now were already wet, instantly found my clit and began to rub it furiously. My hand was matching the same tempo as the couple fucking right before my eyes, oblivious to my voyeuristic presence.

Miss Dubois was giving back as good as she took, thrusting her hips up and back at Mr Jennings. I was envious of her, it seemed so good. Mr Jennings although ancient to my eyes at forty plus was still fit and quite dreamy. I knew I would let him fuck me if he wanted to, plus I’d never fucked a married man before, only my two brothers and a couple of lads at school. That would be another first to add to my list.

After what seemed like to short a time Mr Jennings grunted and pulled out of Miss Dubois. She immediately spun around to face him, open mouth sliding down his shaft as he came and fired off his cum onto her willing tongue. She seemed to take two or three shots before releasing him and taking the rest over her face. I moaned as I watched the white sticky goo, splash over her face, up her nose and across her eyes, smiling all the time as she did it. Her hand had gone to her clit and she finished herself off, shrieking in ecstasy. She wiped the cum from her face with her hand and then licked that clean, all the time looking up into my teachers face.

They quickly got dressed and I got the chance to see both of them naked and liked what I saw, especially Miss Dubois. My lesbian tendencies had recently been awakened and I thought I would love to get closer to her and play with the nice big rounded tits that she was just fitting back into her bra. Mr Jennings appeared to have a nice sized cock as well.

I managed to hide away as they left the storeroom but was frustrated as hell as I hadn’t managed to bring myself off before they finished. Never mind, I could do that later, I’d got some video to watch. I’d not been that taken up in what they were doing that much to forget to film it on my phone. Those images could be like gold dust for me!

A week had passed while I made my mind up on what I was going to do and how to use those images to my best advantage.

I was in the same sports hall, at the end of a netball lesson when I approached Miss Dubois saying I needed to talk to her about something. When all the other girls left I went to the back of the hall making sure Miss Dubois was following me and went into the same room as she had been fucking my form teacher Mr Jennings in.

Not wasting any time I looked her in the face, took out my phone and pressed play. She gasped when she saw what was playing, and in high definition too as I had the latest phone with a great camera resolution.

“Where did you get those?”

“About one metre away from where we are standing.”

“So, they mean nothing.”

“Not for you maybe, but for Mr Jennings, they could do.”

“Pah, it is nothing, two adults having sex,” said insouciantly, as only a French woman can when confronted with evidence of adultery and illicit sex.

“Maybe where you come from Miss, but in England, no way.”

“It is nothing,” accompanied by a Gallic shrug of indifference.

“It will be for Mr Jennings. At the least he will get suspended, probably sacked and lose his licence to teach, not to say what his wife will do, probably divorce him. And I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes when she catches up with you.”

“It is a nothing, a little affair de l’Amour.”

“Not in England, and not in Manchester. You’re on school property for one thing, that is a sacking offence I’m sure,” I wasn’t but hey! “Now, how are we going to work things out so that I don’t go to the head with this? I’m sure even in France they wouldn’t be too pleased if they saw what you were doing.”

As I said this I moved a lot closer to her, pressing her back against the wall with my presence, even though she is older, and a couple of inches taller with a more developed frame.

She has long brown hair that falls midway down her back, pretty face, brown eyes and lashes that I would kill for, long and lush. An upturned nose and full pink lips.

Her breath was getting shorter as I closed the distance between us, overpowering her with my personality. For a trainee teacher, she could be easily intimidated. She’d never be able to control a class properly, at least not in my school.