Chapter 13: School Week again

The morning air was crisp as I rode my bike to school.

As I neared the school grounds, I spotted Hazel chatting with Harry near the entrance. I couldn’t help but smile as I approached them, the memories of the weekend still fresh.

“Hey, Andy!” Hazel greeted me with a warm smile Harry gave me a nod, his attention split between our group and something on his phone that he found particularly amusing.

“Morning, guys,” I replied, parking my bike. I turned to Hazel, “Ready for another exciting week?”

She nudged me playfully with her elbow. “As long as it involves some gardening, I’m all for it.”

I chuckled, recalling the feeling of her hands on my body, covered in soap suds. “Definitely more gardening,” I said, winking at her.

Kairi and Nami joined us, their arrival marked by the sound of Kairi’s laughter at something Nami had said.

“Morning, Andy,” Kairi said. Nami, ever the tease, gave me a sly grin.

“Heard you’re becoming quite the gardener. Any particular plants you’re fond of?” Her question was laced with innuendo.

I grinned as I replied, “Just the usual, you know? Petunias, roses ... and perhaps Hazel.” We all shared a laugh, and even Harry looked up from his phone to join in the fun.

The comment had him snickering, and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of my own wit. “Yeah I bet Hazel is one of those plants’ that require more ... delicate care, right, Andy?”

I shot him a mock glare, and the group erupted into laughter. Hazel linked her arm with mine, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Don’t mind Harry. He’s just jealous of your green thumb.”

The bell rang, signaling the start of the school day. We all began to disperse, but not before exchanging a few more playful jabs. “See you guys later,” I said, giving Hazel’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

As we walked toward our separate classrooms, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the friends I had. They brought a sense of normalcy to my life, which was becoming increasingly complex with each passing day.

Hazel and I exchanged one last look before we parted ways, a silent promise to meet up later. With a deep breath, I stepped into my first class of the day, ready to face whatever challenges came my way.

The next day, I walked into Ms. Parker’s class. The classroom buzzed with the usual pre-lesson chatter, but all that faded away when Ms. Parker walked in.

She wore a short skirt that swayed with each step she took. My eyes followed the hemline as she moved to the front of the room, her long legs drawing every bit of my attention. She looked different today, more confident, almost teasing.

“Good morning, class,” she said, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness. “Today, we’re going to delve into some interesting historical events.”

As she turned to write on the board, her skirt shifted slightly, and I caught a fleeting glimpse of bare skin where I’d expect to see fabric. Hazel nudged me lightly with her elbow, her eyes wide with realization. I swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything but Ms. Parker’s smooth movements.

Throughout the lesson, Ms. Parker made subtle remarks that seemed to confirm our suspicions. “You know,” she said at one point, “sometimes history can be quite ... liberating.” She looked directly at me when she said it.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling the heat rise within me. Hazel leaned closer and whispered, “Did you catch that?” I nodded, barely able to tear my gaze away from Ms. Parker.

As if sensing our heightened awareness, Ms. Parker began to move around the room more frequently than usual. Each time she bent over a student’s desk to check their work or answer a question, her skirt would ride up just enough to make my heart race.

“Andy,” she called out suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts. “Can you come up here and help me distribute these papers?”

I rose to my feet, attempting to conceal my unease as I made my way to the front of the classroom. As I neared her desk, she retrieved a pile of papers from her bag, leaning slightly away from me. This movement resulted in her skirt riding up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of uncovered flesh beneath it.

“Thanks,” I managed to say, my voice cracking slightly. She gave me a knowing smile before turning back to the board.

After what felt like an eternity, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Hazel and I gathered our things quickly and headed toward the door when Ms. Parker’s voice stopped us.

“Andy, Hazel,” she called out sweetly. “I need some assistance. There is some kind of wet spot next to the pool” she explained casually. “Do you think you two could come by after school?”

“Of course,” Hazel answered quickly before I could respond.

“Great,” Ms. Parker said with a satisfied smile. “I’ll see you both then.”

I was still trying to process Ms. Parker’s unusual request when Harry swaggered over.

“So, you two got some extra work by the pool, huh?” he said, waggling his eyebrows. “I really would like to help Ms. Parker with some ‘wet spot’ if you know what I mean.”

Hazel and I exchanged a look, and I felt a laugh bubbling up in my chest, and for a moment, it was just the two of us sharing a joke at Harry’s expense.

“You’re such a perv, Harry,” Hazel said, shaking her head but unable to hide her own smile.

“Guilty as charged,” Harry replied, not missing a beat. “But seriously, if you need an extra pair of hands ... or any other body part, just let me know.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep a straight face. “We’ll keep that in mind, Harry,” I said, patting him on the shoulder. “But I think we can handle a little poolside cleanup.”

Hazel’s laughter was infectious, and I found myself chuckling along with her. It was moments like these, filled with playful banter and shared glances, that made me grateful for the friends—and maybe something more—I had in my life.

Hazel was practically bouncing on her heels as we arrived at Ms. Parker’s house that afternoon, eager to lend our assistance with whatever “poolside issue” had come up. We’d spent the day exchanging heated glances and quietly charged words, our collective anticipation palpable.

We followed the stone path that curved around to the pool area. I could hear the water lapping gently against the pool’s edge long before we turned the corner.

As Hazel and I stepped into the pool area, the sight before us was both shocking and tantalizing. Ms. Parker was stretched out on a lounge chair, her body a vision of sensuality. She was nude, showcasing the gentle curve of her breasts, and her hand rested near her thighs, her pussy visibly red and swollen from excessive pleasure.

I felt a rush of heat flood my body, my own arousal straining against my pants. Hazel, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement, grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly.

“Andy,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “Gimme a moment, I have to fetch something from the shed.”

I tore my gaze away from the captivating sight of Ms. Parker and watched Hazel hurry into the shed for a moment.

She returned, a handful of zip ties clutched in her fist.