Chapter 2

That night ten years ago still makes me wake up sopping wet and horny as fuck. My only option to cum as quickly as possible and give myself some relief, though it never seems enough, always leaving me wanting more. As embarrassed as i am thinking about what i did, i can’t stop and never have been able to no matter how i hard i try.

My life has been shaped to some extent by those events and my marriage, which ended a year ago, never gave me what i wanted or needed. Jock, my ex-husband, and the worst mistake of my life, couldn’t even give me children, constantly blaming me and calling me barren. When in the end we went for tests, it turned out his sperm count was virtually zero, much to his anger.

After the results our marriage collapsed and we ever only had sex one more time, when Jock came home drunk and forced himself on me. The twisted thing was it was the best sex of our marriage and if he had lasted another minute i might just have orgasmed, a rarity with him. He became so belligerent i was forced to leave the house and go live with my parents.

We got married when i was 23 and he was 33. He wanted children so badly i agreed to stop working and concentrate on our home, much to my parent’s dismay. I was at top science lab working on important things earning really good money with very good prospects, but Jock promised me a great life with anything i wanted in the most beautiful house and area. Like a fool i believed him and said yes.

And here i am, back home with mum and dad with no money. Jock was very rich and had the best lawyers and was dragging out my settlement for as long as he could, making sure i suffered as much as possible. Mum and dad were great but i couldn’t sponge off them forever, i had to contribute. The lab where i worked before had relocated to Texas and i wasn’t going there, no way. But there was no other opportunity for a Chemist major in my town, especially one that hadn’t worked for eight years.

Mum worked at the local school as an English teacher and came home one day with a form for me to fill in. When i looked at it, it was a job application for a teaching assistant, not even a proper teacher. I would be doing all the medial work with the kids and whatever else the teacher wanted, including all the grunt work. Mum told me the assistants at her school were all well thought of and often took classes when no qualified teacher was available.

I smiled and filled it in, hoping something else would come up before they made a decision or offer. I hated Jock, he was a class A prick and i hoped his business went bust, soon. The school phoned me the next day before lunch asking me to go in for a chat. God, i thought, they must be desperate or no one else wanted the job.

I put on a nice dress and went to meet the vice principal, Mr Hughes. He was in his fifties and overweight with a bald head, which was very red. He shook my hand and looked straight at my tits, though they were well covered. His hand was huge and damp and made me feel sick. We sat and chatted, his questions often nothing to do with the job, more focused on my marital status and dating pattern. I indulged him and smiled, ignoring his sarcastic comments about how he had a masters in teaching while i had done nothing for eight years. He was so condescending, even offering to help me if i wanted to go for my teaching certificate, as if he was somehow cleverer than me and i would need him if i wanted to get it.

I didn’t like Mr Hughes, he was ugly and arrogant and within five minutes of being in his company i wanted to slap him. Of course, i didn’t, i just smiled and acted so grateful a man like him would take the time to help a wretch like me. He lapped it up and offered me the job, telling me his door was always open and he expected me to come to him for advice whenever i needed it.

‘Thank you, Mr Hughes, I will of course. I know how important my role will be and how inexperienced i am, and how valuable having someone like you to come and talk to when i need help. Thank you again.’ I told him, sounding like the pathetic woman he expected.

We shook hands again and i left, the image of his sweaty head something i wanted to forget as soon as poissible. He told me to look around the school, before i left and go see mum if i wanted.

I took up his offer and started to walk around, surprised how small the school was. Mum had worked here since i was a young girl but i had only ever been here a couple of times and that was when i was young. It seemed much bigger then and posher. Instead of turning right from Mr Hughes office, i went left, taking me past the admin block and to the playing field. I realised my mistake but decided to walk across to the classrooms as it was a nice day.

I could see a small group of kids as i began walking and headed just to the left of them, hoping to say hello. As i got closer i noticed they were girls and there was five of them, all teenagers, probably fourteen or fifteen. They saw me coming and stood up, thinking i wanted them.

‘Can we help you?’ One of them asked, looking a little worried.

‘Hello, I’m Ophelia, a new teaching assistant. Mr Hughes told me to have a look around before i left.’ I smiled, trying to put them at ease.

They were all wearing tight, black shorts which showed off their perfect bums and tight white vests which showed off their perfect tits. Only one of them was black and she was the tallest and most athletic of them all. She was at least six inches taller than me and i couldn’t help staring at her, thinking how beautiful she was. Her hair was amazing, she had it in a big afro which really accentuated her features.

‘I hope you’re better than the others.’ Another girl said, laughing.

‘What’s your subject?’ A pretty blond girl asked.

‘Uh, well, I’ve got a degree in Chemistry so i suppose science. Though i think any subject they’re short in, I’m not really sure.’ I answered.

‘Why aint you a proper teacher then instead of a useless assistant?’ The black girl asked, disparagingly.

Her bluntness caught me a bit by surprise, making me blush a little thinking how badly assistants were thought of. ‘Uh ... because i never wanted to be a teacher and now circumstances kind of ... well, let’s say I’m in no position to turn it down.’

‘What does that mean? Aint you married?’ The black girl asked, bluntly.

‘No. I was but at the moment I’m living with my parents until i sort myself out. Mrs Grant is my mum.’ I told them, hoping this would suffice.

‘She’s nice.’ The blond said.

‘So why you divorced? Did he hit you or cheat on ya?’ The black girl asked, smiling while the others laughed.

I blushed some more, wondering how much i should tell them. ‘It just didn’t work out, no violence or cheating, we just grew apart.’

‘You’re really pretty, not like the others. They’re all old and miserable.’ The little ginger girl said, the others laughing again, even the black girl.

‘Thank you. What are your names?’ I asked.

‘I’m Jasmine but call me Jaz,’ the black girl said. ‘This is Jane, the slutty one,’ she giggled.

‘Hey.’ Jane gasped, blushing.

‘Shhh, you know you are. This is Mel and this is Tia and the sexy one here is Julie.’ She finished. The pretty blond was the sexy one and she knew it, posing provocatively to emphasize the point.

Tia might have been sexy but Jaz was the beautiful one, tall and athletic with a face fit for a magazine. I smiled at her again, hoping she might warm to me but she didn’t return it.

‘Dan and Andy are gonna really like you Miss.’ Mel suddenly said, giggling.

‘Oh, good, are they the school hotties?’ I asked.

All the girls burst out laughing, repeating the word, ‘hotties.’ Obviously, girls now days didn’t use such a word and i felt a little silly. Jaz saw that i was embarrassed and smiled at me, making me feel a bit better.

‘Shall we show you around?’ Jaz offered.

‘Uh, yes please, that would be nice.’ I answered, gratefully.

Jaz came to my side and looked down at me, her eyes on mine as we began walking. I couldn’t hold her gaze, she was just so beautiful and i didn’t want her thinking i was some kind of pervert.

‘So, you all like sport then?’ I asked, though it was obvious.

‘What gave it away?’ Jaz teased, the others giggling.

‘Ha ha. Which ones?’ I continued.

‘Running and cheerleading.’ Tia said.

‘And boys.’ Jane quickly added.

‘That’s not a sport, that’s a punishment.’ I shot back.

They all laughed, relaxing now and asking me other questions. Some were quite personal, which i didn’t answer, blushing again. Modern girls are so forward and fearless, i concluded, wondering if i could cope with their drama.

‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ Jaz asked me, quietly.