SC: EP.1 - Snowed In
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Chapter 4: Kitchen
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4: Kitchen - While setting up for a science fair, a snowstorm traps eight students and one teacher overnight at Madison High School. An accidental chemical reaction later, the students split off to entertain themselves until morning. Little do they know, it will be the start of something that will change their lives forever.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual School Group Sex Black Male Oriental Female Hispanic Male Anal Sex Double Penetration First Facial Fisting Food Oral Sex Petting
After Linda had passed her keys to Brittany, she and Karla opened the door to the school’s large industrial-sized kitchen. The stainless steel sparkled as the students and staff had done a thorough cleaning before the weekend. They opened fridges and freezers, cabinets and cupboards, to see what they had to work with. The school had a small culinary program so there were nicer ingredients than you’d typically find in more basic school kitchens.
“Find anything?” Linda asked Karla, a student she didn’t know very well personally. She only knew the reputation of a bratty, self-involved, wannabe influencer, who’s grades were lower than her shirt’s neckline.
“Yeah, there’s a bunch of stuff. What do you think we should make?” the girl replied. Her voice actually sounded excited about something other than herself for once.
“Honestly, I don’t know. We do need to keep track of everything we use so the school can write it off”.
“We’ve got flour, eggs, and a few other things to make pizza dough. Everyone loves pizza, and we can make a few so everyone will hopefully find one they want to eat,” Karla said as she made a mental note of potential toppings.
“That’s a great idea, but do you know how to make fresh pizza dough?” Linda asked, a little surprised at Karla’s great suggestion.
“Of course. I’ve done it a few times before. If we had more time, I could even make a sauce from scratch, but I saw canned stuff in the back.”
“Great! Why don’t you start the dough, and I’ll prep the toppings. Should we have something else with it?”
“We could make a bowl of salad or something, it would be light and simple. I know a good vinaigrette recipe.”
“Well, you’re full of surprises. I guess you are the leader here now, Chef,” Linda joked, but she really did appreciate someone who knew what they were doing. Likely, she would have made pasta with a big can of basic tomato sauce.
The two got to work, chopping, mixing, and combining ingredients to make something to feed the hungry lot that was stuck with them in the school. Linda couldn’t believe what a disaster this night was with the storm and that weird chemical cloud that erupted in the cafetorium. She hoped it was benign, because if it was something serious, there wasn’t much they could do about it anyway. The roads were buried, and the wind would be too strong for a helicopter to get them out of there. They were stuck there for the night, no matter the circumstances.
As the ovens heated up, so did the kitchen. Linda took off her jacket and tossed it on one of the counters, Karla simply unbuttoned her shirt a bit lower. Linda couldn’t help but notice the younger girl’s body. She had large breasts the size of ripe melons, and a shapely ass that screamed to be spanked. She knew from the disgusting talk in the teacher’s lounge that the girl was sexy, but it was another thing entirely to be so close to her. Linda’s eyes were pulled to Karla’s cleavage when she bent over to work the dough. Karla caught her once and she felt like a voyeur, but the girl didn’t say anything.
Linda couldn’t help but feel heat rising in her body that she hadn’t known in over a year. She’d done well to suppress her desires, to hide and fit in with the staff and students here. She would never dream of ruining all that she’d built by delving back into someone she no longer was. No, she needed to focus on cutting peppers, onions, mushrooms, and olives for the pizzas.
“Ok, so I’m going to rest the dough for 30 minutes. How’s it going over here?” Karla asked the beleaguered teacher.
“Good, good, just chopping away. How’d you know how to make pizza dough from scratch?” Linda asked as a bead of sweat ran down her back.
“Most people know my main YouTube and TikTok accounts, but I have a few others that I’ve tried to launch to diversify. I don’t talk about them so the growth will be organic, but one of them focuses on cooking, Karlas_Kitchen. Food stuff is huge if you can break into it,” the girl said with confidence.
“Why do you do...” Linda started to ask but Karla jumped in.
“ ... all the pervy shit? It gets clicks and there’s nothing wrong with showing a little skin when you look good. I’m sure you could do well online, too, Ms. Linda.” Karla scanned the teacher’s thin sexy body with her knowing eyes. If there was anything Karla knew, it was leveraging opportunities.
“I don’t think so. I’m a teacher and I’d be fired for sure if anything like that came out. Nope, I’d rather just be a chemistry teacher, thanks.” Linda then tried to cool herself in front of one of the fridges, which seemed to help. Karla walked over next to Linda and did the same. Their nipples hardened and poked out from under their bras, but neither knew if it was from the cool air or maybe something else.
After a few minutes of cooling off, they had to get back to the task at hand. As they shut the fridge door, it felt like they’d only made things worse. The kitchen felt like a sauna and soon, they were sweating like crazy. They had to do their best to keep from dripping onto the food.
Karla’s alarm went off. The 30-minute rest time had passed, and she could now work the dough into a pizza crust. She lightly sprinkled raw flour onto a clean counter so the dough wouldn’t stick, and worked it into small balls before she started tossing it in the air like a pro.
“Wow, that’s pretty good!” Linda said, impressed with Karla’s skills. She couldn’t help but wonder if the girl focused her energy on food instead of fame, if she could be a good cook.
“Thanks. It took me a while to get the toss right. The video didn’t have great views, but it worked. Do you have a boyfriend, Ms. Linda?” the student asked out of the blue.
“Uh, I don’t know if that’s an appropriate question for me to answer.”
“It’s fine. It’s just us girls and technically, school’s been over for hours. What else are we going to do besides talk, unless you want to peek at my chest again,” the girl teased. Linda went bright red.
“Sorry, I uh...”
“It’s ok, I’m used to it. That’s why I asked. I never hear about you seeing anyone, and I hear all the gossip from around the school. Are you into girls, is that your big secret?”
Linda gave an awkward laugh, “I don’t have a big secret. No, I’m not a lesbian and no and I am not seeing anyone. I’m just focusing on my career right now.”
Karla felt her body urging her to do something, but she didn’t know what yet. She’d made three large pizzas and covered them with tomato sauce and some toppings. There wasn’t any pepperoni or bacon, but there were some ham slices, sausage, and the veggies Linda had prepared. She covered them with mozzarella cheese. She then set them aside to work on a salad. She made the vinaigrette first and gathered the rest of the ingredients.
As she cut the lettuce, she looked at Linda and asked, “So what is your deal then? Word was you moved from the west coast to teach in the middle of Wisconsin. Why?”
“No deal, I just needed a change, is all. What about you, Miss Nosey, who are you dating? Word was you get around from time to time,” Linda blurted out in a more aggressive tone than she wanted.
Karla knew she’d hit something with how defensive Ms. Linda had become. She could tell that she likely wouldn’t get any dirt right now, so she decided to answer. “No one at the moment. I’m sure a few guys, maybe a girl or two, would like to get with me though. If you want all the details, the last guy I was with was Darius a few months ago.”
Linda’s head was foggy. She knew she’d passed a line teachers shouldn’t cross with students, but it was difficult to focus. Her head just imagined what Darius and Karla would look like fucking there on the kitchen counter and it turned her on to no end. Her panties got wet, and she was embarrassed by her thoughts, but she couldn’t stop them.
Karla reached for a large cucumber and was about to cut it but couldn’t. Her hands just stroked in up and down, feeling the length and girth in her hands. It hypnotized her as she unconsciously played with the veggie. It was becoming clear, as best her mind could focus, that she was horny, very horny. It was becoming more and more difficult to ignore it.
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