Chapter 5

As the early morning light filtered through the curtains, Peter slowly emerged from his slumber. His hand reached out instinctively, but met only cold sheets and the faint scent of Vicky’s perfume. She had already left to attend to her duties. With a sigh, he rose from bed and made his way to the shower, letting the warm water cascade over his tired body. After getting dressed, he ventured out into the crisp morning air, his steps taking him towards his first class of the day. The campus was buzzing with life as students hurried by. Peter couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what the new day would bring.

As he entered the classroom, a chorus of joyful squeals erupted from the girls. They flocked to him, surrounding him with their affection and passion. One by one, they showered him with kisses, each one more passionate than the last. Two of them eagerly guided him to his desk.

“Thanks, girls, I’m glad to be back!” he said.

A chorus of greetings answered him. All the girls took their seats, except by the one next to him who instead kneeled before him.

“Miss King?” he asked her.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Robinson. This is only to help you to focus,” she said while opening his fly and taking his manhood into her mouth with expert skill. She didn’t seek to bring him to completion, only to give him enough pleasure to make for a productive lesson. The air was filled with a heady mix of teenage hormones and the enticing scent of perfume, creating a sensual atmosphere that threatened to distract even the most focused student.

Peter sighed. “Now girls, I hope you studied while I was absent, because we have a lot of ground to cover.” Another chorus erupted, groaning this time. Peter smiled and the lesson started.

Peter couldn’t believe that a blowjob could last so long. Emily was only keeping him in her mouth, giving him just enough tongue to keep his penis teased, but not enough to orgasm. After half an hour or so, she stood up, kissed him on the cheek and returned to her seat. She was immediately replaced by Melissa Page, who took over where Emily left off.Her technique was different but equally pleasurable. Then came Patty Stone, who brought a new level of intensity to the experience. And finally, Minnie Olsen, whose well-known oral fixation made her the perfect choice for the final act. As he reached the peak of his pleasure, Peter couldn’t help but wonder how the girls had arranged their turns, but in that moment it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy coursing through his body as Minnie brought him to orgasm with her talented mouth.

When the class ended the girls started to leave, each one of them kissing him goodbye.

He was alone in the classroom for a few minutes, when he heard his fellow teacher’s voice.

“Hi, Peter!” Mr. Ochoa greeted him with a warm smile and outstretched hand. “It’s good to have you back! Your presence was greatly missed.”

“Hello, Mario,” Peter replied with equal enthusiasm, returning the handshake. “I’m also glad to be back.”

Despite both being teachers at St. Mary’s, their busy schedules had prevented them from getting to know each other well. Peter had only heard about Mr. Ochoa through the girls’ comments and assumed it was the same for the pudgy teacher.

“I realize we haven’t had much opportunity to chat, so I thought we should change that. How about joining me for some late breakfast in the cafeteria?”

“I would love to,” Peter accepted graciously, his curiosity piqued.

Both men exited the classroom. Peter’s eyes scanned the hallway until he spotted Vicky, standing with her back against the wall. Her gaze was fixed on him, her stance tense but trying to appear nonchalant. He gave her a small nod before turning to follow Mr. Ochoa to the cafeteria. The tiled floors echoed their footsteps as they walked at a slow pace, mindful of Peter’s still recovering body. His muscles protested with each step, but he pushed through with determination, grateful for Mr. Ochoa’s support beside him.

As they entered the bustling cafeteria, they quickly found a small table tucked away in a quiet corner. The warm chatter of students filled the air as they took their seats. A young waitress, a student herself, made her way over to their table with a smile. Her name tag read “Cindy” and her blonde ponytail bounced with each step. Her bright blue eyes scanned the menu in front of them before she turned to greet them.

“What can I get for you two?” she asked cheerfully. Mr. Ochoa flashed her a charming smile.

“The usual for me, Cin.” She looked at Peter.

“Coffee and one donut, please,” he said. Cindy’s face lit up at his request.

“Right away!” she replied eagerly, hurrying off to fulfill their order. As she disappeared into the busy kitchen, the lively atmosphere of the cafeteria enveloped them once again. Both men talked small talk until the waitress brought their orders.

After they started to eat, serious conversation followed.

“Rumours travel fast around here,” Mr. Ochoa said. “Is it true that you are going to inherit St. Mary’s?”

“You certainly don’t mince words,” Peter smiled. “It seems so, but that’s far in the future. For now, I’m just another teacher.”

“Glad to hear that. I’m not yet ready to work under a new management.”

“Do you know about St. Mary’s ownership dispute?” Peter asked.

“Yes,” Mr. Ochoa said. “It was inevitable after what happened to you. No offense intended, but I don’t envy you. I’m content being just a teacher. I’m not made to thrive in a world of conspiracies and high-stakes legal fights.”

“Me neither,” Peter confessed. “But I think I’ll need to learn.”

“Well, as I said I’m just a teacher, but whatever help I can give you, you can count on it.”

Peter’s curiosity got the best of him and he couldn’t help but ask, “How did you end up here?”

Mario Ochoa’s eyes locked onto Peter’s as he calmly replied, “Are you asking how a teacher like me ended up at St. Mary’s or how a fat, short man like me managed to land such a position?”

“A bit of both,” Peter admitted, his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He had always wondered how someone with a less-than-perfect body could secure a teaching job at St. Mary’s, given the great importance that normal teenage girls give to physical appearance.

“Well,” Mario began, “for starters, my mother is an alumna of St. Mary’s.”

Peter was taken aback by this revelation. “Really?”

“Yes,” Mario continued, “she noticed my natural talent for teaching when I was just a teenager. I used to tutor my classmates and found that I was particularly skilled with younger students. It brought me joy to see them improve and confide in me about things they wouldn’t share with their own parents. So when it came time to choose a career path, I knew education was the right choice for me. But then came my other problem: women.”

“How so?” Peter asked, already anticipating the answer. Despite being an orphan, Peter had never struggled with female companionship thanks to his good looks and clever wit.

“I’ve always been on the shorter side and let’s just say being chubby didn’t help either,” Mario chuckled, but there was a hint of sadness in his smile. “Girls don’t tend to go for guys like me. My mother saw this and decided to coach me on everything from female psychology to self-confidence, all in an effort to help me charm the pants off a girl.” Peter opened his mouth in surprise. “Don’t get any strange ideas,” Mario quickly clarified. “She even hired an escort for the practical part of my ‘education’. Eventually, I started to see some success with women. When I graduated, my mom suggested that I apply for a teaching position here. The fact that she was a former student herself gave me the opportunity for an interview and, somehow, I managed to get the job.”

“For the past twenty years, this has been my home. St. Mary’s is more than just a place of education for me. It’s where I have formed lasting bonds with each and every one of my students. They may see me as just a teacher, or a lover, but I see them as my own family, if I can use that term. And even though they leave and move on to their own lives, many of them still keep in touch with me on special occasions, like my birthday. Some even come back to visit from time to time, reminiscing about old times.”

As Peter listened, he couldn’t help but feel a deep admiration for Mr. Ochoa. Despite his silly appearance, he was a dedicated and caring teacher, truly invested in the lives of his students.

“So that is why I am on your side if this cold war ever turns hot,” Mr. Ochoa finished, a serious tone replacing his usual jovial one. The gravity of his words hung heavily in the air, reminding Peter of what the future held for him.

None of them had realized that Cindy was standing directly behind Mr. Ochoa, and had managed to listen to the last part of their conversation. Suddenly, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around a surprised Mr. Ochoa, showering him with kisses. “We love you too, Mr. Ochoa. Never think we see you only as a teacher!” Her voice rang out with sincerity and warmth. Peter couldn’t help but to smile watching Mr. Ochoa’s face.

Peter and Mr. Ochoa parted ways in the corridor, but Peter barely had a chance to check his schedule on his mobile phone before he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Mr. Robinson, to my office, please.”

With a resigned sigh, he turned and followed the strict, no-nonsense figure of Mrs. Duran. It seemed like she was always lurking around every corner.

As they entered her office, she gestured for him to take a seat while she sat behind her desk.

“First of all, how do you feel?” she asked, her steely gaze fixed on him.

“This is Mrs. Duran, not Emma,” Peter reminded himself.

“I’m fine. I can carry out my duties without problem,” he answered confidently.

“Glad to hear that,” she said with a small nod, her dark eyes sparkling with determination. “Now, I wanted to talk with you because, although Mr. Hughes is recovering well from his illness, there is no guarantee that he will have enough time to train you as thoroughly as he wants. Therefore, besides your teaching duties, you will now receive intensive training in case you need to take over earlier than we thought. Time is of the essence.” The gravity of Mrs. Duran’s words hung heavy in the air.