Episode 225: cHE’St COLD

Before Piper Cherry’s arrival at school last episode. As seen from a different angle!

Breezing by a BP gas station ten minutes behind Josie McKellen in her procrastination at home, Piper Cherry was running slightly late to work. Without even noticing her next-door neighbor and girlfriend pumping gas before work she actually beat the McKellen clan to Horton-Dexter. Upon arrival she noted students routinely making their journey in from the parking lot. So many yawns she agreed with them. “I say let’s all just go back to our cars, set our cell alarms and nap until lunch.” If only it were that easy.

Entering the lot, she first looked over at Roger Dundee who was surrounded by her pep squad wearing some of the shortest dresses she had seen on them to date. “And here they go. Carl opened up the floodgates and those wenches made certain their shirts wouldn’t get wet. Nice save ladies, nice save. Nice shave even!” Legs were silky smooth, likely snatches on a few of those hot numbers. “What’s the coven up to with, Roger? Leave my boy toy alone.” She breezed by them to park North of the other faculty cars. Parked with engine off she grabbed her purse and patted the exterior, “Sorry, Gogojira! My other boytoy.” Yeesh! If she only knew her newest dildo was a cast, made from her very own nephew. Unlike Josie she hadn’t yet put together the connection.

Leaving her Ford Edge, she put her stiletto heels on, unable to drive wearing such tall spikes. Once ready and on her feet, she closed up and locked her door. Sunglasses proudly worn against the glare of day she made her way into the gaggle of geese. “HEY! Get your own science teacher.” Bitches referring to bitch playfully the cheerleaders made unheard compliments over Piper’s blue net body suit before realizing their fearless leader was too busy locking lips with their morning breakfast. A strict point toward the school without missing a beat of her French lesson the ladies turned sweet tail and wiggled away. They knew Piper wanted a moment with her Bill Nye, Sexy Guy.

“We can find other mischief to get into ladies.” Robin Banks took point her other ganders actually following in a V formation that allowed oncoming students to get a good look at each of them from the front and behind. Smokers, slackers, a few wrestlers, basketball Jocks, Nerd Herder’s filled the air with whistles. Reaching just West of the stairs leading up to the school Robin put up her right hand for halt. Her cunt corps stopping cold to react to her lead as head cheerleader.

“Toes! Toe! We’re all Hoes! Hike! Hike! Ride a trike!” Bending forward with her left-hand Robin touched her fingertips to the concrete walkway, her pussy posse joining her in the very same position. All around them students watched the backsides of their skirts frill up to reveal entire bare bottoms, juicy twats smiling. “Right touch! Left touch! We all know we can’t hide much!” Hands rotated in touching the ground, in front their unbuttoned, or unzipped cleavages showed anyone looking their tits dangling free, nipples offering winks as if they were performing aerobics. “SWALLOWS! SWALLOWS! EVERYONE FOLLOWS!” Back upright Robin proceeded onward. Not a single skirt was tugged down until entering the turnstile. It was going to be a good day. That woke the student body up in more ways than one.

Entering Horton-Dexter the ladies went their separate ways. Discovering visitor Whitmore Bolger in the hallway speaking with Principal Carl Manley, cheerleader Tina Wiles followed the disgusting fat fucker in a suit eyeballing her baby sister Trisha at her locker. Uncomfortable over that fact Tina shuffled up to Trisha and body blocked her from his direct contact. “Hey Sis! You have any gum?” As if gum was allowed in school. Too many left behind on the bottom of desks ruled out that privilege. Unknown to many that was a code amongst sisters. Trisha claiming books for her 1st hour class looked up at her much taller sis. “Creepy dude! Stranger Danger! All that stuff. Be careful he’s checking you out.”

“Me? Why me? I’m a freshman.”

“Just trust me Trish. I know creeps!”

“Because you are one?” She razzed her. “I’m going upstairs as soon as I leave here. I have Ms. Eccles 1st period typing.”

“I’ll walk you to the stairs. Let’s just ward off that evil spirit vibe I’m getting.”

“Takes a demon to know a demon. Wait! That would make me one.” Trisha snickered and closed her locker. Turning together they shot a glance at the man who seemed less attentive at the moment. No wonder! Piper Cherry had entered the school strutting like a runway model in her blue dress and matching net body suit hiding beneath. Watching Whitmore Bolger rubbing his chin at Piper and Roger Dundee with interest, as if cleaning a seat off for her made the Wiles women share a gross expression. Going! Going! Gone! Saved long before the bell. It was still pretty early on the clock.

Taking her sweet time Piper waved goodbye to Roger at his classroom door and found her ego wanting to get in a few opinions on her attire before the hallways were empty. Heels clattering in her hurry as bait, attentions were definitely lured in. With younger students present she stopped running because her breasts were dancing with the stars, in other words, “HEAVENS!” Heaving’s too. A half unzipped clingy latex style dress did that.

Slowing up she smiled brightly to those who looked her over, everything to see with serious examination. While her blue dress covered her up, the fishnet body suit having small weaves at least left a shadow over her body under the dim lighting in the halls. Near her office, the older boys and girls were more prevalent in numbers. Seeing her the elders whistled in droves encouraging Piper to perform a quick 360 just for giggles. Whitmore Bolger in the distance held his breath at her mesmerizing strut. In his intimate thoughts he saw her heels and panted. “I need to get my girl scouts into a pair of those. They might actually make Cookie and Wafer tall enough to hug my waist.” Sick bastard!

“Going fishing, Miss Cherry?” Big Calvin Knobbs, one of the few football players in the halls at the moment chuckled.

“Gill nets! Catch you later, Knobby.” Oh yes, he would. Detention would be swimming in big fish. Approaching her office, she met resistance. Standing just outside was Principal Carl Manley with a tall overweight gentleman that reminded her of Norm from the 80’s sitcom Cheers. Matter of fact, when entering she called out, “NORM!” The reference made him chuckle, then size up her attire with a peaking brow.

“Miss Cherry?” Carl gnashed his teeth knowing this introduction was going to cost him, “I’d like you to meet Superintendent Bolger.”

“Norman Bolger! It’s a pleasure Counsellor. I apologize for taking so long to meet you. Carl here praises your ... work with the students.” That part was true.

“Your name really is Norm?” She smirked then let him shake her hand. Keeping cool under pressure she wondered why Carl hadn’t warned her ahead of time. Hmm?

“No, it’s really Whitmore. Had you going, didn’t I?”

“He’s known for cutting up.” Carl chuckled! More cutting cheese! The gross fucker was notorious for his farting.

“Hopefully his food. Big boy!” She dared to pat Whitmore on the belly. He took her insult with stride; she was far too beautiful to treat her with any doubt in her abilities. “Just teasing. Lower your BP, Carlos. Uhh! You too, Par for the Norm.”

“Why, I do actually watch my cholesterol.” Whitmore huffed, “Anyway, surprise visit! SURPRISE!” He rallied a higher tone of voice as he fanned his fingers on both hands. Sweaty palms at that. Eww!

“Aww!” Close enough to Eww! “He’s going to perform a musical. Kick it, Fred Astaire.” Carl wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose but remained stoic. “Where’s your top hat? Oh, there it is hanging on your cane.” A glance down at his obvious erection with a glint of feigned interest was followed up with big blue eyes over her brow and a posed tip of her tongue between her pouty lips. “Just call me Ginger.”

“You’re right Manley, she is hilarious.” Not once did Carl allude to Piper’s humor. Watchtower members let Bolger in on that trait. Looking her over from head to toe he puckered, “Stunningly beautiful too.”

“That’s sweet of you, Wantmore. I mean Whitmore.”

“Another good one.” She slipped around his massive build, her tits grazing his arm through his suit jacket, definite nipple trail and he knew it. Smirking at Carl he chose to halt her entry. Claiming her purse he placed a palm directly between her exposed cleavage. “I’ll deposit this at your desk. I have an office full at the moment. Do me a favor and take your chat to the teacher’s lounge and tell Neo Pryor and the other offenders to bring chairs to my office. Yes, I’ll be adding more.”

“He knows that anyone in there won’t listen to a word he utters due to watching me.” She patted Carl on the chest exactly where he had palmed her own. “Follow me, Normie! You can pour me a cup of coffee.” She led the way four steps ahead of Norm as he checked her out from behind. Halting in her steps to bend and pick up a crumpled piece of paper Whitmore swallowed dryly, perspiring like a fish out of water at her fishnets. Nylon threads capturing bare ass while tightening between her pussy lips Whitmore looked back at Carl with a haunted expression.

Expecting herself to be coyly reprimanded for allowing her to dress like this, it dawned on Piper that it was only going to get worse. Dress Code omission day no longer a thing, the code lifted completely. Of course, that was partially due to her convincing her employer it would boost morale. Standing up straight she paused to peer over her shoulder. “Paper trail!” Humor was always her best defense. “Probably a love note. I get like a Santa bag of these every day. Hey! You might be a good Santa Claus at the school Christmas party.” Under no circumstances was Carl Manley going to let any young students near that not so jolly fat fucker’s lap.

Up until her arrival Whitmore had been in the office before actually seeing many students arrive hoping to avoid the rampage. If Carl could just get them all into classrooms, he might survive the day. Wait! Why was he worried? Carl knew he was well protected. Fuck it! Bolger was no angel, and he knew it. Charades were expected! Regardless, he knew the man all too well. Bolger was a hemorrhoid that just would not go away. Asshole of the decade!

Ignoring her ass cheeks popping out with brilliance, she smiled at the unknown, “Buy me a breakfast bar Bulger.”

“Bolger, as in BOWL GER! Ah, yes, I see what you just did.” He shook his head grinning and actually patting his crotch. Students seeing him shared gross expressions. Not that Bolger cared, he was the Biggest Man on Campus!

“I bet you did. That’s why I called you Bulger.” She again lowered her gaze to his crotch. Nerves kicked in and Whitmore began to sweat more profusely. A womanizer to the boner he was not used to any adult women being so bold unless he paid for their services. “I changed my mind, a nice thick, juicy Long John sounds right up my alley.” She turned up the charm making Carl sneer at her behavior. Truthfully, Carl had no idea how Bolger was going to react. Knowing Bolger for years he was a wildcard. One minute by the book, the next by someone else’s book. The cover could never be judged. Still, Carl was confident Piper could hold her own. He had other matters to attend to anyway. Leaving them he met with others of more importance.

“I think I have some pocket change.” Bolger decided to dig into his pants pocket and literally grip his erection in front of her.

“Roll of quarters beneath your top hat and cane?” She winked.

“Half dollars.”

“Rich man! I’m impressed. Do the vending machines take those?” Not nearly as rich as she was though! Not far behind however! “Shall we?” She took the necessary steps back to hook his arm and escort him from the office. He was enchanted! Until he saw what was up ahead.

“Good morning, Miss Cherry.” Others greeted her respectfully, younger girls in short dresses hiding behind those more covered just in case. They liked this new freedom and feared it being taken away. Nope! Not on their watch. Here to stay!

“Hello all! I’m on a date. Isn’t he handsome?” She hugged Whitmore’s arm playfully. He smirked and cordially said hello to the students, eying a few cutie pies amongst the litter of kittens as he mentally thought of them. Knowing those assisting her were of varying age she hiked her skirt up in back to moon them as they walked along, Whitmore unaware. She was too fucking awesome. Her net worth was insurmountable. Mountable, too! Just a show! Just a show!

Reaching the teacher’s lounge, the usual bunch was holding out until the very last second to see what Piper might be do today. Roger Dundee who had snuck past them in the hallway for his morning cup of Joe saw Bolger and jumped to his feet to shake his sweaty hand. “Morning Whit! Good to see you again.” Unlike Carl, the staff knew very little about the Superintendent outside of his reason for being.

“Dundee! How’s that houseboat. Been out fishing on the river?” How did he know about his living conditions? Weird! Shrugging it off he presumed Carl might have indulged that bit of personal info.

“Hooked a big one just this past weekend. Fought me for two hours.” He grinned at Piper who coyly raised four fingers to correct his on the ClOCK error, “Almost got away, but I snagged that beauty.”

“Pics?” Whit pepped up.

“All kinds! I’ll send some to you.” Not really! He had no idea of Bolger’s number. Regardless, Roger certainly had plenty of nude pics of his catch. Piper shining at his banter added her own touch.

“Hooked it right here.” She put a finger in her mouth and poked her left cheek as if having a huge cock in her mouth. “I went fishing with him.”

“Oh? Truthfully, I didn’t picture you as the sportsman type, Miss Cherry.”

“Wood! Sports ... yeah...” Dewey Knowles coughed into his hand. Kevin Fowler merely grinned and used his hands to shrug rather than his shoulders. He was thinking about Mimi Alexander and shooting his load in her face Monday after school. It was all he could think about. If he only knew what sweet Mimi had endured a mere fifteen minutes ago, he might be crying.

“How big was it?”

Piper beat Roger to it using her palms as a measurement of eight inches. Bolger squinting at it she giggled, “Had you there.” She then opened her hands a good fourteen inches.

“Damn! He was a big boy. Channel Cat? Bass?”

“Nice bass.” Roger puckered. “Definitely worth mounting on the wall.”

“Good job, Dundee.” Bolger slapped Roger on the bicep. “Hold up! If you were fishing with him..., are you two dating?” It was against school policy to date faculty members. Only on paper of course, but that could have been the crumpled-up wad of paper in her hand still. Nobody really paid attention to that rule though. Certainly not Josie McKellen and Coach Roman Crandell. Behind his back Roger used his hands to warn her off. Whatever!

Ignoring Roger’s theatrics, she looked at the paper in her hand which reminded her of something. At another table sat snoring Neo Pryor, Hoyt Rollins, and Dillon Kirkpatrick, alias the Terrible Trio. Tossing the paper at Neo he felt it and revived. “Hey! Wake your asses up. If I’m awake you’re awake!” Speaking secretly over their watching of she, Josie, and Mace fucking last night until the wee hours. “Take a chair each and go to see Carl. Chop! Chop! And throw that paper in the trash for me.” Groaning the boys obeyed and hauled what few extra seats were left out of the lounge. Once removed Piper turned her attention back on Roger and Whit. “Where was I? Oh, yeah! Not dating, just fucking.”

Wincing at her Whitmore Bolger played it off as taboo, then looked at Roger with a discouraging glare. Just that fast he switched personas with a chuckle. “Pics?”

“That fishing hole was picture perfect.” Roger grinned with relief.

“Show him the one where you hooked my mouth.” She again put fingers between her lips, both hands prying her mouth wide. “No! Show him the one where I mastered baiting your hook.” Masturbation pic! Whitmore caught on easily. “I personally liked the one where I held up the two big catches of the day.” Roger’s dick, and that of his brother Brock. “Never mind the ones that got away.” College students on a party boat once satisfied.

Roger was slightly pale. He didn’t understand why, knowing darn well what the cameras in this place was catching the school of fish doing. Chances are Bolger knew but it hadn’t occurred to Roger or the other teachers until now. Even Dewey was whining rather than any howl, Kevin Fowler shaking in his chihuahua style.

“Lovin’ it! You crazy kids.” Bolger laughed again then hid his mouth from Piper to mumble, “I saw her ass in the hallway, you are one lucky bastard.”

“I heard that.” She stepped around Bolger and looked into the vending machine. Finding her Long John, she bent over pointing at it. “I want this big one.” Her fishnet covered pussy was glistening directly at all of them. Too nervous at the moment both Dewey and Kevin seeing her expose herself jumped up and shuffled out to avoid trouble. Bolger threw an arm around Roger’s shoulder, patting his muscular bicep, while he nodded with respect.

“You’re going to have to show me the best spot to drop a line.” He wiped his chin of drool.

“Give it to me Bulger.” She rallied a temperamental growl, tapping the plexiglass and shifting her hips from side to side.

“Yes, Ma’am!” Whit dug change from his pocket and bent over her ass to place the coins in the machine. She in turn backed up into him, feeling his erection against her bottom feeder. “Faster Wantmore! Faster! I need it.” She giggled. The second the pastry dropped she gave chase and stood up ripping the package open with her teeth.

“Did I warn you the fish I caught was actually a piranha?” Roger sighed folding his arms. “Bites like a bitch.”

“Mmmmm!” She nibbled her fruity Long John and inhaled its flavor as if having an orgasm, “Thank you for the Long Norm, I mean John.”

“Thank you, Counsellor.”

A thirty-minute warning bell ringing, Roger patted Whit on the back, “Gotta hit the road old man. Stop by the boat sometime, we can actually go fishing.” Not really! Please don’t!