Episode 51: FIrST THINGS FIrST

Just prior to 1st. period English ... Josie McKellen’s classroom.

“I cannot believe Carl Manley just fisted Piper and me. What has gotten into that man. Not that I’m complaining that was a nice wake up call to begin my morning. Seeing as I can’t do anything due to Tabitha Martin outside of sly teases under the radar it all helps. He has never once laid a hand on me since I’ve known him.” Josie was feeling almost giddy. “Now he’s laid me with a hand. It’s almost ironic.” Settling in at her desk with a set of giggles and adjusting to her more than revealing yellow dress she sighed heavily and slouched in her swivel chair.

“What am I going to do about her? Her father is a minister, if she were to tell him what I’m doing with students my life would be over. I just wish I knew her better. She’s such a wildcard. I know Reese and the others could care less but I have to put my foot down until I know I’m safe. Carl may say he has our back, most of my students as well, but it’s just too risky. Henry would surely divorce me if I was put in prison. The girls ... even if they might have hints what I’m doing ... would be devastated. I should have stayed in my first dress; I wasn’t even thinking of Tabitha until now. This dress hides nothing, I bend this thing will be like a loose-fitting tank top I’ll have to stay seated all hour. My tits are barely covered because this size is more for Piper. I mean I love the feel to it but it’s like wearing a short toga only over my neckline rather than one shoulder.” Snickering she opts to call Piper of her dilemma.

Just leaving Roger and going back to her cubicle Josie got lucky. Piper had left her cell in her purse atop her desk when leaving Carl’s iron fist speech. After dodging gropers right and left, some not so wanting due to age Piper returned to find Carl seated at his desk with Tabitha Martin conveniently sitting across from him. Eying Piper, Tabitha looked extremely pale miserable even. “Everything alright here?”

“Tabitha there is running a fever. She’s asked me to call her mother to come get her. This is where we really need a nurse on call.” Piper pouted at Tabitha then caressed a knuckle over the girl’s forehead. “Thermometer in house. Martha up in the main office front keeps one handy.”

“100!” Tabitha groaned and began scratching. “I itch bad.”

“Forgive me for jumping back sweetie.” Piper dodged a bullet and moved behind Carl as if he were a human shield. “I don’t want to catch what you might have.”

“I get it. Maybe your psyche exam gave me something.” Now Piper felt lousy.

“So, you made the call already?”

“Yeah! Her dad is coming to get her.”

“Mom has a meeting. Dad was just working on his Sunday sermon.”

“Minister.” Carl leered over his shoulder at Piper, her breasts staring him in the face she was so close. “Go sit at your desk.” Her phone ringing in her purse assisted in her obedience. Leaving Carl to chit chat with Tabitha, Piper grabbed her phone out of her purse expecting it to be Mace. Sighting Josie as her caller she answered it.

“Wassup fist period, no spea Engless! FIRST! I meant first. Sorry, I was mimicking Kevin Fowler, his class across from yours.” She giggled. Carl cocked a brow hearing her.

“Piper I only have five minutes. What do I do about Tabitha Martin? I can’t lose my dress today and play.”

“Taken care of ... hang on one sec.” She stood up and headed back out into the hallway, Tabitha trailing her with teary eyes. Piper did have sympathy enough to blow her a kiss. Poor kid! “Okay! I’m back.” In the hallway the stragglers out and about still watched Piper with obvious interest, her ass hanging out so much. Even in walking her tits were turbulent. “Your worries are over she’s going home sick. She’s with Carl now. 100-degree temperature and she’s scratching. That can’t be good. Her dad is coming to pick her up.”

“His church is only seven blocks away it won’t take him long. You better hide while he’s here if he sees your dress, he might dare I say it ... raise heaven!”

“Worship our false Midol First Period Pussycat.” She chuckled, “You worry too much. If Carl says we’re safe I will have faith in our in-house God. Ugh! Now I want to know how my niece Monet is doing up in North Carolina. She’s been there not even a week, but I bet she’s stirring up trouble. At any rate you might be good until Monday or Tuesday pending on her health. Let’s just hope she’s not contagious enough to spread anything.”

“That would be horrible. Grab a can of Lysol and sanitize everything.”

“I know right.” Piper notices a crumpled-up piece of paper on the floor near a cluster of boys at their lockers and bends over to pick it up. Before she could even stand erect three more waded balls of notebook paper landed at her feet. She knew she had been set up for being a neat freak. Freak in general! In bending over to snatch a second of their extra credit papers from a standing position one of the young men grabs her by her hips, his hands going beneath her skirt and dry humps her in front of his buddies. Remaining in the position she continued her call and let him. “I’ll go meet her dad at the turnstile and see how he reacts.” Looking up at other students watching the boy get away with his stunt she winks then rolls her eyes. Showing them the crumpled-up notebook papers, she told them, “Love notes! He can’t bear to live without me. It’s all trash talk.” Laughter cut the tension just that fast.

“Who are you talking to?”

“Lot lizards ... no wait that’s hall monitors. Don’t ask!” She chuckled then realized she might have to grab the front of her dress. In her lurch forward both breasts were falling out. Hands full she feigned unable to rescue them. Another glance up she calls out, “Who wants to tuck me?” Rushed by students she stood up a tad more as her tits toppled free of her overly loose cleavage. Nipples in full view she had two separate boys palming each tit before cloaking her. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.” Everyone worshipped her insanity. Carl standing in the doorway of his office shook his head.

“GET TO CLASS!” Bell had already sung, even Josie told Piper she had to go due to a flood of lovers entering her classroom. At least Josie now knew she could play without interruption by Tabitha. Her days just got better. She would regret thinking that.

“I’ll be up later.” Piper hung up and twisted in step to check out her happy humper. “You done? I barely felt you.” He turned beet red as his boys choked with laughter. That made him slap her ass. Looking back at Carl the boy grinned and saluted him with ego. Blush or not he had balls.

“You should give me detention.” He shared a smug look. He obviously had heard rumblings to be begging for it.

“You heard Carl ... GET TO ASS!” Puckering the boy dared to lift her skirt back up and slap her other cheek. “Okay! Now I’ll see you upstairs at Four O’ Cock! CLOCK!” A flick to his earlobe she walked back to Carl. The group of boys headed on to class. “Who was that?”

“If you’d stop goofing off and read those student files in your cabinet you might know. That’s Neo Pryor. He’s nothing but trouble.”

“Ah! Pryor felonies!”

“Close enough.”

“Is that Tabitha’s father?” She pointed at the front entrance.

“Pastor Jon Martin.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Only one way to find out Counsellor. Go let the man in.”

“I love letting men in.” She giggled with a sheepish grin. “Especially a man with a firm ... HAND!” It was Carl’s turn to slap her ass, now that the hallway was cleared out. “You are certainly frisky today.” Handing her his lanyard scan card she snatched it up and wiggled away. She intentionally rubbed her ass cheek all the way to the front door, right in front of the good Pastor. An exterior glare on the glass saved her being seen. Regardless, by the time she reached him his eyes adjusted enough to see her boulder boobs rebounding all over the place as if searching for Indiana Jones. She knew by his devilish smirk that he wasn’t all Holy roller.

“Good morning!” She waved him from the door to the turnstile and lured him in. Winding through the revolving portion he entered to face her up close. An immediate glance at her cleavage he nodded with a puckered expression.

“I’ll pray for you.” He chuckled.

“For a breast reduction or my bad back?”

“Please don’t!”

“Sorry! Bad timing.”

“Not at all ... well, except for my sick daughter miserable and waiting on my rescue. I meant your consideration of getting any reduction. They are quite nice the way they are. Who might you be?”

“Counsellor Piper Cherry. Jon, correct?”

“Yes. Interesting dress you’re wearing. Is that legal?”

“Not even close.” She winked. “Calling the cops?”

“Heaven’s no!”

“Why not?”

“Because I stay out of other people’s business. I ... do happen to know a bit of what goes on around town.” He instantly looks up at the entrance camera and closes his palms in prayer mode as if he knew he were being watched. Wincing at his deed she faced the camera and shook her tits. No reason!

“I’m gradually learning that. Care to offer insight?”