Episode 18: STIFF COMPETITION

Prior to Piper Cherry’s arrival at Horton-Dexter...

“Why am I taking such risks? Piper is crazy daring me to be like her. This dress she loaned me is like I’m wearing nothing; I feel as if it’s a negligee.”

Josie McKellen’s dress was essentially a camisole, black silky material with dark red blossoms all over it, micro thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders try their best to keep it supported. A deep plunge in both the front and back exposed more skin than should even be allowed. Of course, no one approved it, because no one had seen her yet. The hem line was pussy level, one flinch and it was Josie Rosie, embarrassment city. As if she would be embarrassed! She liked to think so but in reality, she loved showing off. In the old days she would have worn less, but as the years went by, she controlled her nymphomanical trend. Her own word.

Giving birth to two young children did that. Now that they were albeit grown ... and her husband allowed her to do what she wanted, and well aware of her triple digit student crushes the old Josie was back. Time to prove it to herself.

“Our no underwear pact is terrifying. Yes, I know I went without yesterday, but this dress is so much shorter. My students are not even going to learn anything today. Well ... maybe that I’m a slut. Of course, my seeing Roman on the side tells tales, there’s no hiding that anymore. From what Piper told me Roman’s entire football team has heard me in his office screaming. That’s ... exciting actually.” She shivered rubbing her forearms against a rash of chills. “My God! Just mentioning Roman has me crazy wet and he hasn’t even gotten here yet.” She had to shake her entire body to break out of her thoughts on her lover leaving her still in need, obviously late.

“Okay, my first period class is all Seniors, even if a few of them might be seventeen still. Thank God. I’ll just lock my classroom door between classes and change clothes before I get any younger students. I have to be careful here.” Roulette most certainly, but she had it under control.

Pacing her room, she turns on her heels and goes to her handbag of alternative clothing for later that she stashed under her desk, as if double checking that it was still there. Nerves were playing tricks on her behavior at the thoughts of what she intended to do. Practicing her walk around the classroom as she normally does, she envisions certain targets that she had often found cute. Bending forward as if helping a student understand something in his textbook, she played it out as if the boy had looked down her cleavage, with so much actual flesh in view she knew it was impossible not to see the roundness of her breasts if not the nipples.

In her lurched over position, she feels the hem of her dress rise up on her butt cheeks. Using her cellphone camera to reach over her back she snapped a quick picture of what she could see. Standing up to view her photo she shivered. “My God I see my pussy. I can’t do this ... I ... dammit! I want to do this. I really hope my kids love me enough not to rat me out before I can change clothes later.” In her heart she had faith, her connection with her students had always been flirty to an extent anyway, none of them said much really, knowing of Roman and that she and the principal were close friends. Trembling heavily, she set out wondering what sort of mischief she could do for her hourly session. It was only an hour; she could do this.

At her chalkboard she enacted writing an assignment and dropping her chalk. Bending over she knew they could see her ass, including a really wet clam. “What was that Reese?” She called out an invisible student, Reese Teller a boy on the school’s Basketball team who was taller than most every student in school, a charmer at that. He often winked at Josie and licked his lips without ever saying a word. She on occasion would wink back but kept things innocent overall. Those days were over. Her resistance to return the favor that is.

“You ... liked seeing my coochie? Awww! That’s so sweet of you Reese. I shaved specifically for you.” It wasn’t a complete lie; she did shave her pubes completely off for a silky soft touch. She even went so far as to lift her skirt up in front as if showing the whole class, Reese her center focus though, “See? I told you I did. You want to touch it? Well, I don’t know that’s getting a bit too ... okay, just this once.” She shuffles to his usual seating area and reacts as if he rubbed her pubic arena, glaring down at her lap then darting her eyes upward as if looking into his, “Mmmm! You bad boy, sneaking a finger along my clit. What’s that Jason?” She looks over her shoulder at another invisible student, “Yes, you may rub my ass.” She stands quickly and leans over her desk, “Watch that finger, you got really close to my pucker there.” She was in Heaven picturing it to be real. Sighing she shivered dramatically, “I HATE YOU PIPER!!” Not even close.

“Shit! I hear activity in the halls, faculty is here. I hope nobody walks in on me.” Sure, enough someone did. The only one she required at the moment.

“Well look at you.” Her man Coach Roman Crandell entered and turned his ballcap backwards, “Get over here you sexy piece of ass.” Josie could not contain her enthusiasm. After the other night at home when she told him they could not see one another anymore due to her husband Henry and saving their marriage, she was really worried he might give up on her. Leaping into his arms she wrapped her legs around his hips and kissed him really hard, the intensity nearly knocking his ball cap off of his head. Good thing she wasn’t that heavy. While Roman was not a small man his days of keeping in great shape were waning. In his early fifty’s it was tougher to maintain. Sturdy enough!

“Fuck me before first bell.” She begged. “Forget what I said the other day.”

“That’s twenty minutes from now.”

“I don’t care. I need that cock inside me.”

“Let’s close the door at least.” He suggested walking with her in his arms.

“Don’t! Leave it open. Let’s start taking more risks. I want this to be incredible.”

“Risk worth taking, Beautiful. Uhhh! I might need to let you down to unzip my pants.” She immediately let go and he stood her on the floor. Before he could even lift a finger to unzip his slacks, she was kneeling to do it for him. Pants opened she pulls out his magnificent 8 and strokes him off, a thought later she swallowed his dick a good five inches down her throat. “Daaaamn McKellen, what’s gotten into you?”

“This.” She leaps to her feet back up into his clutches, using her hand to reach behind her to line up his thick rimmed crown. With a snug penetration she let out a deafening, “YESSSSSSSSSSS! FUCK ME ROMAN.”

He did his best, standing tall and allowing her to exercise her own thrusts along with his. She was so wet he could hear her juices squishing in and around his girth. “I love this dick, Oh, my God, Roman.” He huffed at her fiery gaze; she was completely obsessed with what she was doing. For the first time ever Roman wasn’t in control, she was consumed with lust. Teetering in step Roman eyed the opened classroom door and took her right to the threshold. Peering carefully around the corner for any possible onlookers he felt safe enough to move her from inside the room to the wall just outside the door. She was so hot she didn’t even care.

Pounding her she let out a shrill squeal forcing Roman to palm her mouth to quiet her. Tearing her up she screamed under a muzzled hand. Cumming hard she left a puddle at their feet along the walls trim. Once he begins his own final descent toward madness, he cums inside her hard. Another scream left her breathless. Being fixed after the twins, Josie nearly always insisted her lover cum deep. He had no complaints.

Voices oncoming, he quickly carries her back into the classroom out of eyesight, and kicked the door shut. Laughing together he lowered her to the tile floor and kissed her with a serious emotion between them, one long practiced even though she insisted that she loved her husband. He was pretty okay her just loving his cock.

“On your knees and drain that bad boy.” Obedient she slipped down instantly and sucked him dry, even licking his balls of tiny droplets. His medium size monster cock was all over her face before he put his pecker away, going so far as to slap it on her lips multiple times as she locked her doe like eyes on his. A few solid throat thrusts of her own volition she drained his erection of its life force.

Without warning a set of hands began clapping. Panicky both Josie and Roman look to their right then relax laughing. “DON’T SCARE US LIKE THAT.” Someone had passed them by earlier and decided to come back through. Opening the door so quietly that they were left unaware.

“You must be Counsellor Cherry.” Roman dares to show off his beefy cock out of ego, stroking it at least five times for the sheer mischief of it. Piper puckered her lower lip at him.

“My bestie’s right, you are hung like a horse. Maybe I’ll call my brother-in-law he breeds racehorses. He’s always looking for a worthy stud.” She winks, not truly impressed but wanted him to feel good about himself, for Josie’s sake, “Roman I presume?”

“That’s right. You’re here early too.”

“I figured I’d catch up with some of the teachers and feel them out. I’m digging Roger Dundee. Can I start with you?” She lifts away from her leaning post along the wall and creeps in to fondle his erection. “This thing actually fits in your tiny mouth?” She smirks at Josie.

“Hey! Get your own Coach.” Josie hops up adjusting her dress and lightly smacks Piper’s knuckle.

“Someone’s jealous.” Piper snapped a grin at Roman. Sighing she relents and slaps both hands over Roman’s chest, “All yours Pussycat. Undie check?” Josie beats her to her skirt and hikes it up for a bubbly 360 dance. In turn Piper hikes her own dress and shows off her own luscious bare bottom, her lace sunken deep between her ass crack. Roman nodded his approval.

“I’d tap that.” He chuckled.

“Nope! You’re all my besties. I have her hubby to satisfy my itch.”

“You bitch.” Josie winces laughing. In a blinding breath Josie stormed Piper kissing her on the mouth with a dance of frolicking tongues. At first Piper enjoyed it then reached up to grip Josie by her chin to push her away.

“Oh, you didn’t.” Josie laughed then showed Roman his cum on her tongue, what little that wasn’t shared with Piper. He flipped his ballcap back around facing the brim forward and grinned. Piper wagging her own tongue revealed an offered dose of more jizz. Swallowing it Piper smacked her lips, “Tastes like Old Spice.”

“Yep, you bitch.” Roman chuckled zipping up. “Bells about to ring I’ll leave you two ladies to it.”

Observing him walk away Piper admired his chiseled ass even behind tacky tan colored slacks. Josie giggling apologized, “Sorry I couldn’t resist.”

“Never apologize Bestie. Trust me I’ll get even.”

“I feel so ... alive. He and I have never done it outside his office and the boys shower room. I just had to expand my WHOREizons.”

“I’m rubbing off on you Jojo, even my silly puns.”

“I love you so much Piper.”

“Love you too Pussycat. Give those students hell today. I know I will. I’m strangely looking forward to Detention tomorrow. Roger’s covering me today unless I change my mind.”

“All yours! Those freaks are unruly as hell.”

“My favorite.” Piper lays a devilish chin on her own bare shoulder with sparkling eyes. You look stunning in my dress. I told you the fit was right for your stature. That dress was made for Josie McKellen. When we get a free weekend, I’ll take you shopping for more dresses that fit like this one. Our shopping trip yesterday was just the beginning Bestie.”

“I can’t wear this all-day Piper. The rules we’re breaking border on laws. My first class is all seniors, some of my others have way too many younger students.”

“Then keep your legs closed around them. You’re wearing this dress all day; you can change in your car.”

“WHAT? Piper, I can’t.”

“Tatas for now.” Piper lifts her tits beneath her own patterned dress similar in cut and length, save hers being a button down. With a blown kiss she left Josie speechless.

“Good thing I didn’t tell her I had a change of clothes ready.” Josie holds her chest feeling her heart race. Returning to her desk she sits down and decides to nudge her bagged clothing with a toe. Eyes bulging, she realized the bag wasn’t there. “YOU NINJA BITCH!!” She bellowed at the top of her lungs.

Laughing from the hallway Piper dangled her bag in front of the doorway for Josie to see. Leaping to her feet she raced to the door just as the bell rang. Without realizing it the halls were full of students. Whimpering she watched Piper stick her tongue out and stash her bag into a boys locker. A commitment from the boy promising not to let Josie in to retrieve it just made her day. “! I HATE YOU ... BESTIE.”

With no choice in sight, she welcomed her first class with opened arms. Standing in the doorway at an angle she discovered the wandering eyes of every young man in her class. In her mind she calculated each boy reciting, “18, 18, 18...” She knew ages because of wishing them Happy Birthday’s all year long. Toward the end of her filling up classroom she discovered one still 17, a young girl, one of only five girls in her class. Two more boys that were seventeen. “I’m in so much trouble.” Gritting her teeth as she passed her by Josie trembled, “Only when the boys and Tabitha aren’t looking. I’m sooo stupid.” Probably so.

She got her share of compliments for certain as nearly every boy, included the seventeen year old’s whispered at least a little something, ranging from a simple, “Hot dress Mrs. M.” to a more provocative, “Don’t drop your eraser.” She found that one especially cute. She even went as far as replying, “You’ll be the second to know.” Everybody kept things for the most part civil even though there were questions.

“Mrs. McKellen?” A girl raised her hand, “Where can I buy a dress that cute?”

“I’ll tell you after I find out. eBay store.” She lied. “I think you’d look adorable in it April.”

“Me too.”

“Us too.” A boy named Logan laughed. Logan was one of those boys that were seventeen. Everyone found April cute as well, in a nerdy kind of way.

“How do you and Miss Cherry rate getting to wear dresses like that?” Deena Wallace spoke up, not upset just curious.

“You heard Principal Manley; he’s lapsing on the dress code. One day a week for the students.”

“Five days a week for you and Piper?” Another boy had to know. One of the boys that had witnessed Piper somersaulting in the gym until her tits fell out presumed.

“Yes. Is that a problem Adam?” Second of three at seventeen.

“Nope! Just don’t yell at us for drooling.”

“While that’s very sweet I think it’s better you keep such thoughts to yourselves.”

“Fantasies you mean.” Logan added.

“Call it what you like I just feel some things should go unspoken.”

“Yeah, right! We’re all going to keep our opinions to ourselves.” Logan continued to press buttons until her star basketball player Reese spoke up to defend her.

“Yo, Logan, I respect Mrs. M. I know all of you do too, so shut your yaps and let her do her job. Nobody here will rat you out Mrs.M.”

“Thank you, Reese. While that is hard to believe, I’ll hope for the best.”

“I got your back Mrs. M.”

“I got your front.” Logan laughed, “Sorry, Mrs. McKellen, you wearing that just brings out the animal in us.”

“Should I go back to my usual style of dress?”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Every boy there rallied to keep her wearing so little. Even April and strangely Tabitha Martin, the youngest of the girls.

“Alrighty then.” Josie blushed, “Let’s change the subject here and actually learn something. Book out, chapter 1, let’s read and discuss Romeo and Juliet.”

“Ha! Romano and Josiette.” Logan had to spout off again abusing her man Roman.

“Dude! Shut it before I do it for you.” Reese growled.

“No. It’s alright Reese, I know it’s no secret these days. All I ask is that none of you hold it against me.”

“Is the Coach good?” April giggled blushing, trying to join the in crowd. She had no interest in old farts, but she did want Josie to spill her guts.

“Wouldn’t keep going back if he wasn’t. Act one: Scene one, who would like to read first?” With no one volunteering she appoints her perfect candidate. “Tabitha? Would you read the first chapter? All eyes reading along.” She points to everyone with a stern expression. Tabitha sighing begins her recital, boring everyone instantly, strangely the girls found the book romantic enough to give it a try. The guys? Everyone was drooling over Josiette. She had hoped it might come to this.

Choosing to lean on her desk, her butt resting on the edge Josie faced her fans. Eying everyone for safety Josie toyed with the boys, first holding an index finger to her lips to enforce silence. Reese looked around him and even shared a threatening finger toward Logan, Logan cast a thumbs up to prove his loyalty. Uncertain if she should go through with her lustful thoughts, she held her breath to ascertain that every boy there was into this. Of course, they were, Josie McKellen was sexy as fuck and every guy in school knew it. She was a MILF MODEL in their minds. Not as hot as the new Counsellor, but second only to her majesty. Good enough for Josie, she enjoyed being competitive.

With the girls absorbed in their book and Tabitha keeping them focused, Josie sat up on her desk and refused to close her legs until it became necessary. A slick triangle was shared without a word, merely hungry eyes wanting the boys to look her way. As she noticed their eyes zeroing in she made certain the girls weren’t looking, luckily the five young women were clustered together so keeping tabs became much easier. Heart pounding under adrenalin Josie awaited the boys to react more. Reese taking a nervous lead looked about for safety then used his hands to motion her to part her legs more. Tension thick she obeyed him until they could visibly comprehend her clitoral area. Every boy there mumbled under their breath, “Fuck!” She didn’t have to hear it to read lips. Cautious she closes her legs and pauses them to await further efforts on her part. As Tabitha’s voice grew strained Josie stopped her. Hand in front of her now closed legs she smiled, “I’ll give you a break Tabitha. Good job. Vanessa? Would you please take over for Tabitha?”

Vanessa Cole an African American cutie resumed with enthusiasm; she loved the Arts, so Shakespeare was right up her alley. Allowing time for the girls to reinvest along with Vanessa, Josie bit her lower lip and stepped quietly down from her perch and faced her desk. Bending forward her skirt rode high just as her cell pic exposed her earlier. The boys were chomping on pencils to avoid dirty vocalized thoughts. With her butt cheeks thirty percent revealed only a tiny glimpse of her clam taunted their locked-on gaze. Peering over her shoulder to explore the five girls she dared to lift her skirt higher and give them a perfect view. With gasps heard she stood up quickly and turned to her class, the front of her skirt low enough to mask her devilish intentions. Feminine eyes look up to acknowledge the gasps, Logan scratching his leg and saving the day.