Episode 22: ZERO G

Dakota McKellen was still brooding while in Roger Dundee’s Science class. Masking her opened cleavage when he looked her way was easy enough to do, she had managed it most of the day outside of the song and dance hijinks over the PA her last class. Whispers over Piper Cherry’s insanity were shockingly minimal considering how many students were aware of it. There seemed to be a certain allegiance forming as if to safeguard their new national treasure. Impossible to hide forever but this was only an hour since things had occurred.

In her clouded thoughts Dakota tended to lapse in her judgment and sit back lost to the world. In those lengthy moments boys and girls in her class noticed and thrilled at her brazen act. Some of the boys around her had been in attendance outside to see Dakota’s mother in her wet- t-shirt exhibition alongside Piper Cherry, that bit of mischief was sweeping the halls more so than her crowd surfing act. Perhaps it was because the Jocks had a certain control over what people related. It was only a matter of time however before there were no secrets. While tempted to discuss the events all of them found it better to keep things quiet and unrelated. None of them wanted to create problems and risk losing out on future such shows. The thing that nagged most of them was Dakota herself. Was she a part of her mother’s new persona? Counsellor Cherry’s? Was this just Dakota’s own way of evolving into what she herself wanted? For now, they were content to witness the beautiful side glimpses at Dakota’s breasts, boners all around her easy enough to see.

While Roger Dundee taught his class the dynamics of Gravity, he wandered the room sharing his knowledge. At one point spotting Dakota’s opened shirt he paused and acted as if he forgot where he was going with his lesson. Turning away he left her be, he was a man, he wanted to keep that shirt open as long as possible too. Of course, that meant he might need to head back to his desk and sit down just to avoid his own gravitational stimulations. For the time being he continued to prowl. Within his class it seemed more female students than male dominated his curriculum choice. That loosened his libido, being a stud all his life he rather enjoyed being the center of attention himself, so what Dakota was doing was certainly relatable.

One thing he noticed in making his rounds was that the boys were glued to Dakota, the girls glued to Roger himself. With teams divided he seemed to prefer not hiding behind his desk for safety. A huge swell in his slacks having already been bolstered thinking of Piper Cherry, earlier resting in his lap managed to keep him well endowed. Between that hotseat moment and watching her being hauled naked, close enough that is her dress more of a belt at the time, around the halls like Cleopatra it was impossible to go limp. A whole lot of other males had similar anxiety. Roger only hoped that the blonde still had a job after all of that. One showoff to another he thought in refusing to hide behind his desk.

Going so far as to ask questions of his class about gravity he picked and chose all girls to keep their focus primarily on him. Ignoring the young men of his class to give them time to ogle Dakota he played the field. Stepping to certain young ladies he himself found appealing, mainly cheerleaders whom he knew had reputations as it was, he hovered next to each one that was forced to answer a question. Just observing their eyes and expression he knew they were amazed by his erection. Gravity lowered a lot of sparkling gazes. Even he could have a bit of fun.

While Roger made his rounds a number of boys just had to seek mischief. Secret notes being passed to Dakota was becoming an unexpected treat for her. Reading one said note it said, “I think I’m in love with you.” She grinned and looked to the boy to her right and blushed. Another note from her left side said, “You are so much hotter than your mom.” That made her bulge her eyes. Having stressed over her mother getting so much attention over the years she found that particular note refreshing. It made her sit up straight and toy with her shirt collar. A third note swoops in reading, “Show us your tits.”

That message made her edgy, still a virgin and rather awkward around boys as it was it took every bit of courage under pressure just to keep her shirt unbuttoned. Showing them off in a narrow gap was hardly flashing in her mind. Maybe she was going too far she panicked. Gripping her shirt, she closed it tightly and peered around. There were so many boys looking disappointed it made her uneasy. Did they really want to see her that badly? Wait! She flashed her tits during Karaoke just thirty-five minutes ago. Why was she shying off now?

“Dakota?” Mister Dundee called out, “Can you define gravity?” He kept it simple.

“Ummm? Things go up they must come ... down?”

“Isaac Newton. Good. Go on...”

“Gravity is the force that attracts a body toward the center of the earth, or toward any other physical body having mass.”

“I got mass.” A boy chuckled tugging at his jean’s waist, and patting his oversized belly, “Thanks Dakota.” It was a huge African American jock named Calvin Knobbs of the football team that found it funny.

“Don’t you mean mess not mass?” Another jested.

“I’m attracted to...”

“That’s enough.” Roger saved her from verbal abuse. She sank in her chair releasing her shirt to fan open a bit again. Roger looking directly at her merely smiled, “Well done! Don’t let your critics weigh you down.”

“Okay!” She mumbled. “Was that another gravity joke?”

“How is that fair? She’s increasing the gravity field around her.” A boy challenged.

“How is that Jerome?”

“Everyone in this room is rising like the sun.”

“Revolving around her.” Calvin chuckled, “All good Dakota.”

“Calm down people. Let’s change the topic and discuss Einstein’s theory of relativity as it applies to gravity. Care to try that one Miss McKellen?”

“Sure! Einstein’s general theory of relativity was the first to treat gravity as a distortion of space-time, the “fabric” that physically embodies the universe.”

“That fabric you’re wearing sure physically embodies my universe.” Jerry Newell chuckles behind her.

“Punyverse.” Linda Gaines uses her fingers to share his penis size as an inch tops. Laughter rang through the class making Dakota giggle extra hard, her titties dancing uncontrollably as she sits back. Silence stared straight at her. In her slouch her shirt fanned far wider than she predicted offering a much more thrilling visual. Noticing their eyes, she lowers her chin to see her 34B’s like medium size mountains.

“Oops!” She sits up straight beet red and hides her laughter.

“Alright you goofballs, zip it.” Roger chuckled.

“Just don’t button it.” Calvin had to blurt out.

Roger rolled his eyes and patted Dakota on the shoulder to let her know it was time to close up shop. She buttoned three buttons but left the rest open. As soon as the bell rang, she unbuttoned them again and followed the class out of the room. She did keep notes, not about science though.

Piper Cherry wandered the school avoiding Carl Manley’s office after he kicked her out. After a lengthy exploration of areas, she hadn’t really looked at like the library and cafeteria she opted for fresh air. A short outdoor walk around the school grounds she spotted a number of smaller shelters, one an old band room which was unused now that budget cuts killed that course. “It’s tragic that the Arts has taken such a beating. I should just donate money to jumpstart those and have parents of students add to my charity. I’ll mull that over more, see what Carl thinks once he cools off. I’m shocked he hasn’t fired me. My ultimatum is pissing him off more than my negligence. I wonder who kept texting him. Why he keeps looking up at the camera. Maybe he is just slyly pointing out that cameras catch everything. A warning that I need to watch out. He’s right, but the question is, do I care who sees me? I need to be me darn it. Still, he doesn’t seem to be ordering me to behave. I’ll talk to Josie about all of this today or tomorrow. I don’t want to spook her into going back to what she was. I ... hold on... “ She dropped her jaw in thought upon a stroll out on to the football field.

“There’s an unused track, I think I recall that sport being a budget cut too. So wrong! The students need things like athletics. Not just football and basketball, wrestling it appears. I have over 50 million dollars and living cheaply because I’m just not ... like my parents or even Mona. She married into money. I mean, I did too but look how that paid out. I got all of Davon’s assets in our divorce and no desire to abuse it. By donating to the school that might help re-establish my credibility, married to a murderer. That would also look good on dad’s next campaign. Of course, if I get arrested for indecency and socializing with students that could kill it all. Ugh! Dilemma ... I choose stupidity.” She laughed and actually did a cartwheel in the grass. It felt good to be free.

“Let’s just dial it back a little but still flaunt my shit. Concentrate on Roger Dundee maybe. Carl did say up my game but still, he also asked me to be cautious around the younger students. I have been careless letting fifteen, sixteen-year old’s see me naked and playing. I know I’m not being a very good Counsellor by doing that. Heck, just showing Dick and Mickey how to eat her out was idiotic on my part. They came to me for help and I ... thought I was helping. I mean in a twisted way sure, but I did evolve their relationship, I think. Counselling covers a lot of territory, right? I can still offer insight. The students love me. If I change, stop being me they might not care so much. No, I refuse to dial back. Be me or walk away. It’s not like I even need a job. I only took this position to utilize my degrees and get experience, be helpful to people. Ha! I think I’m helping myself more than any of them. God! When the jocks sucked my toes I couldn’t think, couldn’t move a muscle. That Angus fingered me and ate me out. That was incredible but ... no, that was mind blowing. I’m definitely letting him do that again. Even the massages they offered. That Detention room upstairs could just be my home away from home. No power, no cameras. Hmm?” Food for thought.

Swinging on a goal post like a stripper she laughed and even straddled the pole as if riding a huge cock, rubbing her clit along the metal. “This reminds me of the time Chilla, and I did this on the Falcon’s field. The whole roster watching us tease them for Davon. I really should call Chilla and see how she’s doing. After the trial and my being let go due to bad press the girls and I just ... lost communication. My emotions at the time were shot anyway. I’m honestly afraid to see what the cheerleaders thought of me afterwards. Maybe it’s better I just move on, like coming here to Nashville. A fresh start! Yep! Let’s make new friends, new lovers, new everything. That’s settled.” She giggled and began her walk back toward the school.

“Better get back. I have all the time in the world to decide my fate. I could take a walk up to the Detention room ... no I’ll wait until tomorrow. I need to figure out my new pep squad responsibilities. Have a talk with Ruth Dunbar. Crap! I bet she heard what I did from Roman. She probably wants me terminated by now. I need to do some serious damage control. Roman might have ended my fun but I know he was just doing his job. As long as Josie backs me up, I don’t think I need to stress over him. Who knows maybe he didn’t tell Ruth. Ha! There is no hiding what happened. Too many students watched it. I’ll just have to tread lightly. Yep! Let’s face the music.”

Heading back to the gym she watched Roman Crandell monitoring a series of laps around the court with whistle to his lips. This was one hour where they didn’t rotate the gym space. Seeing him share half court with Ruth Dunbar the girls athletic coach Piper made the journey to her side. Waving at Sable McKellen playing volleyball on her half of the court with other girls, the girl brightened up to her demise. The volleyball struck her right in the back making other girls bust up laughing. Luckily Sable was in a good mood and overlooked her dilemma.

“That’s enough Vixen’s.” Ruth’s pet name for her girls throughout the years. “Keep your eyes on the ball McKellen.”

“NOT ME!” Piper yelled back, “That’s their job.” A point toward the boys’ side of the court made a few of the circling rodents’ trip over their feet to gander at sexy Piper Cherry. Every step the blonde bombshell took, she shook. Her 38C’s lively and bobbing about beneath her soft camisole style dress. One strap still stubborn and off shoulder only made it more appealing. For someone seeking damage control she was derailing fast. Even Coach Crandell had to laugh. At least he wasn’t yelling “GET OUT!” That made her feel better.

“Are you sure you’re a Counsellor?” Ruth shook her head.

“First time for everything Ruth. I would have brought my whistle that you gave me, but Carl locked me out of my office and made me mingle. No shoes even, the slave driver.”

“Sounds about right. What can I do for you Miss Cherry?”

“Robin mentioned earlier that there was a scheduled cheerleading practice. I was unaware it was starting on my first day.”

“I heard. Robin gave me the head’s up. My fault I suppose. I guess I wanted to wait and see if you actually showed up your first day.”

“You doubted my sincerity?”

“Not your sincerity, your approach. Look at yourself woman, you dress like a street walker.”

“Well, I do cross a street when I come to it. Bridges too. What I wear doesn’t have any bearing on my abilities to teach or counsel. Carl doesn’t seem to object so far.”

“Of course, he doesn’t. You ever think he’s testing you?”

“Flying colors, I say. He used to be a drill instructor, right? Red, white, and blue that’s my motto. I love when I see men salute me.” Semen! LOLOLOLOL!

“Uh huh! I saw how you did somersaults last Friday, Miss Wardrobe Malfunction. As bad of an impression as that was, I’ll give you credit for showing Banks what I kept telling her she was screwing up. She never listens to my advice. I’m too old for that rebel crap. I will say this, you are pretty limber.”

“Very! I won’t go into detail.”

“Good, I don’t want to know. This year is my last tour of duty, whoever Carl and the board appoint as gym teacher after I’m gone is on them. I figured after seeing you cartwheeling like a pro you might as well take on the responsibility. Word of advice?”

“Absolutely, I’m all ears.”

“Don’t wear dresses like that when you’re working with the girls. You lost your shit if my eyes were working properly. Underwear or not it’s a bad influence. Quick palm bra sure but come on Counsellor.”

“I’m sure they wanted to.” She winked to a droll expression on Ruth’s part.

“Look at you right now? No bra still and ready to fall out. I can’t tell you what to do with your life but ... just think about who you’re letting see you.”

“Advice taken. No offense Ruth but I’ll instruct how I want. The Swallow Girls are in good hands.”

“Swallowers, that’s what those hussies call themselves. They’re all sluts. Yeah, I know.” She growls, “I get embarrassed every time I hear the team’s name too.”

“Not very threatening to the opposing team for sure. By the way, what is Horton-Dexter’s record?”