Episode 30: FULL COURT PRESS

3:45 PM, shortly after her final class of the day...

Josie McKellen was still high on the events that had transpired today, skipping lunch even to catch her breath alone, that and attempting to salvage a ruined green dress borrowed from Piper Cherry, back in the trash it went. So much attention had certainly been invigorating, having been eaten alive by her 1st period girls, then nailed on her desk by Reese Teller her very formidable basketball lover. The Point Guard’s overpowering charisma made her dribble on his balls in the most incredible way.

The loyalty of her students was just so hard to believe. Not even the knowledge of the school’s principal Carl Manley’s cameras could dissuade her from her hormonal frenzy. Oh, it bothered her that what she was doing with her students was wrong, even she had read the news over the years. All across the country there were stories of student teacher relations breaking and ruining careers, lives in general. The problem was, Josie was addicted to sex in every possible way. She had to have it. All she could hope for was discretion, obviously laughable but the hope was there regardless. Russian Roulette to be sure, her luck would run out eventually. Hopefully, that eventuality would be years away.

Josie lingered in waiting, spreading out a full day’s worth of Classic Literature tests just for show. Tests from over a week ago were slung all across her desk as a well-orchestrated diversion. She knew very soon her twins Dakota and Sable would walk in expecting her to be ready to drive them home. Josie just wasn’t ready to call it a day. She needed her lover Coach Roman Crandell to top off her sex drive. Twice in one day at that. Driving home had an altogether other meaning at the moment. One that did not involve her girls.

Unspoken too soon!

“Ready to go home mom?” Her eldest of the twins Dakota asks while stepping into the room and hovering next to Josie’s side. Her sister Sable preferred to stand in front of the desk lost in thought. Her emotions all over the hemisphere due to Travis Herbert’s hijacking and being tied up nude in the gym had her rather withdrawn. She felt so miserable over his ordeal. By all rights Josie should show more sympathy but instead chose to hide her knowledge of the boy’s troubled day.

Just before lunch hour Piper Cherry had filled Josie in on the fiasco. Telling herself over and over that she should be acting more supportive toward her youngest, Josie’s hormones were just too agitated to offer any wisdom. In her soul Josie promised herself that she would make it up to Sable. Dakota, while aware was less sympathetic toward Travis, she knew his perversions well, finding it hilarious one moment, sad the next. Between those emotions there was also the fact that she was seeking to be a part of the so-called In Crowd. That meaning Angus Furlong’s orbit. If he would ever break up with his girlfriend Robin that is. Determined to hold her ground concerning their relationship, that orbit was merely a gravitational pull.

“I can’t sweetie! I’m sooo behind in grading papers I don’t think I’ll ever get caught up.”

“You’re always behind. Is daddy coming to get us?”

“He’s probably tied up with his game.” Josie grits her teeth mentioning the words tied up in front of Sable but relaxed in a bid to play dumb, Sable simply pouted. “Piper is overseeing Detention just hang out until she’s done and catch a ride from her. She has cheerleading practice at her home tonight, right Sable?” The girls both knew she was probably hooking up with Coach Crandell yet again. A timid glance between sister’s explored that possibility.

“Yeah.” Sable replied with a fidgeting depression. After the events of today her heart wasn’t into any cheering. She still didn’t know why Piper was encouraging her so. While yes, she needed a boost of self-esteem, she also knew how clumsy she was. Getting better was on its way, but not quite there yet.

“What’s wrong with you?” Josie frowned sitting her pen on the desk rather than nervously tapping it.

“You have to know what happened to Travis by now.” She pouted with a get real expression.

“Do I want to know?” Josie tilts her head slightly sharing an expression of concern. Better to play naïve at the moment, “What did he do now?”

Dakota chose to answer for her sister, even though suspecting her mother was full of shit. With the video of Trav’s humiliating incident going viral, the whole school was talking about it. Rather than make a scene she simply related the story again. “A bunch of boys kidnapped him during PE and tied him naked to the bleachers. He was so excited by Sable that he jizzed everywhere. I think his nut even got on Coach Crandell.” She took out her cellphone to show her a slightly censored spectacle that also incriminated her sister to share with their mother.

“Dakota don’t! It’s embarrassing.” Sable whined and stomped her foot on the floor.

“Mom needs to know.” Dakota hands Josie the cell and lets her watch the video. While it did appear, funny Josie withheld her temptation to giggle, in doing so her daughter would hate her for weeks. Even Dakota had to tilt her profile to avoid expressing her smirk.

“Awww! Poor Travis!” Josie dedicated a hint of sadness to mask her otherwise desire to laugh over it, “While it does look bad Sweetie, you did the right thing in trying to help him.”

“I just made it worse. Now everybody is making fun of me.” She cringed, “He jizzed in front of everyone. It ... almost got on me.” Dakota also wanted to laugh but bit her lip. Sable knew her sister well enough and slapped her arm as retaliation.

“How does a guy jizz without touching himself?” Dakota thought to herself, finding it safer than talking about it.

“Oh, no! He must have been mortified.”

“As if I wasn’t?” Sable rolled her eyes. “Try being there less than a foot from it. Even Coach Roman had to jump out of the way. I want to move to Grandma’s.”

“You are not living with your grandmother.” She presumed she meant Josie’s mom. Being nearly disowned by her that was not even a consideration. Josie winced at her lover nearly getting a boy’s cum on him, even by accident. It wasn’t enough to ruin her hookup though, but she would definitely tease him after their rendezvous. “This will blow over.” After a lingering stare she sighs heavily, picking her pen back up as a sign she needed to do her job, “I know I must sound insensitive, but I need to grade these papers, or it will be 7:00 before I get home. We can talk about this tomorrow if you need to. Go find some place to hang out, just don’t miss your ride home from Piper.”

“Let’s go Sable. Mom has ... things to do.” A roll of eyes toward Josie she knew that she was being scrutinized. While never knowing for certain until this past week about her affair with Coach Roman Crandell, the girls knew very well why she was staying after school so much. Both tempted to bust her out but chose to avoid being yelled at and let their mother continue her charade. Their father already knew and had given Josie permission so why fight it. Once out of range Josie dropped her face into her arms on the desk defeated. It was only a matter of time before a bitter confrontation.

“I’m tearing my family apart.” She exhales exhaustedly, “Henry understands me better now, but the girls will never forgive me for cheating on their father. Sure, the rumors are out there about Roman and I but there’s never been any proof.” Laughable! “Well, Carl’s seen it. God knows he’s probably seen what I’ve done in my classroom the last few days. Hopefully Piper and I can calm him if he lights fire under our asses.” Already knowing of both women’s deeds very well, Carl Manley merely kept his matchbook in his pocket. There would be no fire or firing, Carl’s ... employers had already enforced that he let the ladies do whatever they wanted, the students as well. Piper would fill her in on exactly what Carl knew soon enough once tomorrow came.

“Crap!” Reality slapped her upside the head, “How can I sneak to Roman’s office with the girls prowling the halls? Should I text Roman and call for a raincheck?” Groaning under stress she pouts, “God I’m so fucking horny. If I run into the girls, I’ll just take them home and come back. Roman might not wait for me though. If I can reach the gym without being caught, I’ll just hurry into his office and get some then race back here. I can do this.”

Getting up Josie brushed away any creases on her silk button-down dress before heading for the door. Just as she stepped out so did Spanish teacher Kevin Fowler. Leaving his classroom grinning like she had never seen him before it made her pause. Shocked she hesitates long enough to question it. “Kevin? Why are you so giddy?”

Chuckling wryly, he lifts a tiny pink remote and triggers it. A loud shriek circulated from Mimi Alexander’s classroom where she was still held up. “What in the world?” Josie smiled, “Is that a vibrator remote?” He gave her a cheesy grin. “Kevin Fowler, you devil you. You and Mimi?”

“We’re just friends.” He mumbled shyly, “I just like to torment her. It was Miss Cherry’s idea.”

“I see. May I see that for a moment?” He passes it to her willingly then watches Josie shuffle to Mimi’s door cautiously peeking around her threshold to spy on her. Finding Mimi with her fingers busy between her thighs, quite rapidly at that, Josie flared her eyes. “Now this is unexpected.”

With an evil glare of her own Josie motions Kevin to join her along the corner of the doorway. Once he peered in and spotted Mimi with her skirt up, fingers dipping inside her cute kitty his heart soared.

“Let’s get her good.” Josie winked and patted Kevin on the back, “This is just too priceless.” Pressing the button and holding it Mimi went insane almost as if a puppet on a string. Chaotic dances in her chair she looked as if she were having an epileptic seizure. Mimi Alexander came hard within a minute of the activation, an Art Teacher painting a portrait in white. Kevin blushed for Mimi.

“God, I hope nobody heard me wailing in my classroom today.” Josie gnashed her teeth then vocalized. “She’s loud.” Kevin scowled at her in response. “Okay, I guess you heard me too.”

“I did. I had to close my door during 1st. period. Not just due to you, however. I wanted to keep Miss Cherry from teaching my class for me.”

“Our secret Kevin?”

“I would never betray you, Josie.” He shyly spoke. That deserved a kiss on the cheek. While distracted Mimi realized that she was being watched by them and jumped from her seat. Scurrying to their side Mimi shared a second unexpected kiss to Kevin’s opposite cheek. He turned rose red but smiled quaintly. Two for the price of one made his day.

“Thank you, Kevin. That was fun.” She razzed Mimi, while slyly passing the remote back to Kevin, “I have to go. If my girls come, looking for me tell them ... just say you don’t know where I went. Mimi?”

“Yes?”

“Welcome to the family.” She hugged the girl quickly then whispered, “You should wear that more often. Kevin’s having a blast.”

It was no secret, “So am I.”

Josie winked at them both and hurried downstairs to the main floor. Every step of the way searching high and low for her daughters in case she needed to offer damage control excuses, she managed to make it to the gym. Within were the early stages of Basketball practice. She hadn’t even considered practice might be going on.

Spotting Reese her pussy grew instantly saturated. “Oh my God! There’s Reese. Shit! Maybe I should skip Roman and just do Reese again. That anal comment he made after 1st. period tomorrow sounds wonderful.” She talked herself down thinking of Roman, “No, I can’t be obvious around his team while they’re practicing, if he kept his word, they don’t know of us anyway. There’s no way Reese won’t notice me walking along court side to reach Roman’s office downstairs. I’ll just act normal and wave.” A sudden chill strikes her, “This reminds me of Angus Furlong and his friends from this morning, watching and hoping I’d tease them. Now these young men.” Shivering at her dilemma she makes her decision final, “I’m such a slut I can’t help myself. 12 players either playing or watching. Should I?” She bit a fingernail tip with sparkling eyes lending themselves to mischief. “Time to wiggle.”

Strolling from the double doors she shamelessly unbuttoned three buttons on her silk style blue dress and just prowled along the sidelines, forced to walk right in front of seven seated boys, accessing them she knew their ages all varied. Her cleavage appealing to the eye well below her tits thanks to those buttons undone the road show was rough and ready. Whistles took to the air as if the real game was in play. She brightened her eyes and playfully posed her chin from left shoulder to the right. Reese watching her with the ball in hand bounces it toward her unexpectedly. Seeing it coming her way she froze and plucked it up with a sneer of mischief directed at him.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Lick it.” A boy laughed. “Balls love being licked.”

“Oh my!” She flared her eyes and made a tongue wag toward the ball then burst into giggles. Worried suddenly that Reese might have blabbed she recalled her flirtatious actions just to be safe. It was then she realized a few of the other boys were in her other classes and she had masturbated on the sly, they knew. Besides Roman was just downstairs from the court in his office. He could have picked up on the whistling.

“Take a shot.” Reese pointed at the basketball net. “If you make it, I’ll give you something.”

“Oh?” Her stress retreated, curious to hear him out, “And if I miss?”

“You give me something.”

“Now that’s unfair, I’ve never once shot a basketball.”

“She won’t do it.” Player Kent Dixon chuckled, “She’s afraid of what she has to give you Reese.”

“I am not afraid.” Her eyes studying Reese she immediately knew he had shared information with his teammates. That or those boys who were privy to her stimulations behind her desk had. Taking a deep breath, she considered just walking away, but her damned hormones just wouldn’t let her. “Alright! What do I have to give you if I miss?”

“You have to come in to work way early tomorrow and hook up with me.”

“What? Hook up with you? Reese?” She stared at him in disbelief. Had he blabbed in that much detail to his entire team about fucking her? Her heart pounded at his expression, as well as theirs, concluding that her notion was correct.

“They know.”

“Why would you...?” She holds her tongue and shivers with the thrill of each of their eyes stripping her. While she hoped he and her class would keep their full contact rendezvous a secret, it did turn her on how they salivated toward her like hungry tigers. “This ... is a lot to digest.”

“We saw you unbutton your dress to tease us. Why worry about what we know Mrs. M?” Clyde Selby a Junior Center eased near her in a sly manner.

“Yeah, you know you’re sexy as fuck.” Shooting Guard Joel Pence also a seventeen-year-old Junior shared a compliment, “You also know every guy here wants you.”

“Oh, really?” She feigns surprise and fans her face with her left hand trying not to drop her cell, the ball in her other teetering. “Still, I have a lot to lose gentlemen.”

“None of us are gentle. We are men though.” Albert Crowley, a Small Forward on the team laughs. “Eighteen up!” That affirmation was only relevant to half of this team. Her earlier calculation of ages confirmed she was still at risk of younger boys. All Juniors and Seniors at least seemed better.