Episode 90: URINE IDIOT

P.E ... Horton-Dexter High School, shortly after lunch.

“This feels so weird having PE so late. It’s harder than I thought being Dakota. I don’t know why I thought she had PE earlier when we met under the bleachers. I forgot she hangs out there during free period study hall. Good thing I looked at her class schedule on the locker door.” Sable McKellen shuffled downstairs toward the locker room in a hurry to change into her gym clothes. Girls all about Sable were dodging her in order to race inside and get dressed. Expecting Coach Ruth Dunbar to blare her replacement whistle to call her girls up into the gymnasium meant catching hell if late. Realizing something upon entering the girls shower room Sable hesitated and bit her lip.

“Oh crud! I don’t know Dakota’s gym locker combination. Her other locker was easy, but she didn’t tell me this one. Better ask so nobody looks at me funny.” Pulling out her cell she realized it was shut off and dropped her jaw. “How did that happen?” Quickly reactivating it she goes to her text windows and discovers Dakota’s early warning to shut her cell off before their dad could catch them in a lie, should he call. It was a smart catch but how was it that her cell was already off? “Weird!” Texting Dakota ended without reply which meant Sable knew she had to wing it. Trying to be sneaky about it she just went to her own locker and changed into her outfit. Of course, eyes began to immediately connect dots.

“Hey!” Their friend Sandy Martin sat down next to Sable thinking her to be Dakota, but pointed with a confused look, her eyes moving from Dakota’s locker to Sable’s. “Why are you in Sable’s locker?” Easy fix!

“I forgot I took my uniform home to wash it. I told Sable I was going to borrow hers. Gross, I know but I didn’t want to have to explain to Coach Ruth.”

“Oh! Gotcha! I heard she was here afterwards, but I didn’t get a chance to see Sable before she left. How did her dental appointment go?”

“Good! Her teeth look just like mine now. She has to wear a retainer for a while though.”

“Awesome! She is coming to the game tonight, right? I can see them then. Both of you side by side I bet you could be...” Sandy froze as if suspecting a crazy switcheroo as Sable stripped down, but just shrugged off her second guessing that this might really be Sable. Surely not after, “Did you really show Mister Dundee your ass in Science?” She knew that was not a Sable thing to do, this had to be Dakota.

“That got around fast.”

She looked slightly pale, hoping Sandy hadn’t heard of what Angus did to her so insanely in front of Dakota’s locker. Sable herself was still processing how she could have let him lick her asshole in front of other students. Even more troubling was that the boy she really liked Travis Herbert witnessed it thinking she was Dakota. What a fucked-up situation. Sadly, she liked it, turning her on even. Travis would never know, right? She hated hurting him, but Angus was just too tempting. Being Dakota was the best thing to happen to her in a long while. Well, save for getting her braces out.

“Those butt zipper jeans are crazy. I’m surprised Mister Manley hasn’t seen them and made you go change.”

“I think he knows. I did run into him earlier, but I was sitting down so he only saw my opened cleavage. He caught me at my locker when Angus and I ... he was lickling me.” Tickling, her bad! “Mister Manley didn’t say anything though, but I think it had to do with Mace. Mace is in the school, he brought Piper those new cheerleader uniforms.”

“Why have I not met Mace yet? You guys’ suck! That zip down shirt is pretty cool though.” Sandy watched Sable hang it up with her now folded jeans. Being nude so early in class also made Sandy presume this really was Dakota. Sable would be way too shy to go without at least panties. Bra maybe, panties never. “You’re one big zipper today.” She giggled.

“I know right? The boys can’t stop licking at me.” Again, looking! She was goofily switching up her words on purpose. Sandy was simply shaking her head giggling at her humor.

“Angus was I heard.” Sandy smirked, “I know about this morning after you first got to school. I heard he zipped you up though. That’s smart of him at least. I can’t believe you’re being so open. You’re crazy Dakota.”

“Crazy in love I think.” Sable/ Dakota beamed back. “Don’t go spreading that around. I’m still not totally sure how I feel.”

“Did you French with him?”

“Twice! Kind of.” Sable left it at that. His tongue was pretty awesome be it in her mouth or elsewhere. She wasn’t going to say anything more. “We better get upstairs.” Sable sat tying her tennis shoes. It was then that Sandy noted the Nikes. “You’re wearing Sable’s shoes too?”

“No need to open my locker when hers are the same size as mine. All in one stop shop.” Sable was getting good at bluffing.

“I guess, but ewww! I could never wear someone else’s shoes.”

“They’re the same as mine Silly. We shop together and coordinate a lot. Ready!” She hops upright and puts her hands on her hips like Supergirl. “Let’s play volleyball.” Dakota was the volleyball player of the sisters even though she quit the team just before budget cuts killed it anyway. Sable being klutzy was her only downfall should it arise.

“I can’t believe Andi is going to join the cheerleaders too. Counsellor Cherry talked her into wearing a shirt. New uniform she calls it. You’ve seen how easy it is for her to show off skin. Miss Cherry is crazy.”

“You have no idea. The things I’ve seen that you haven’t!” Sable giggled beaming with mystery, “I just hope my sister copes with cheering.” Confidence was brewing the more she used Dakota’s persona to defend Sable’s own hopes. Strange how things like this switch were affecting the girls. “Are you going to wear a new shirt too?”

“Nooo! You were there when I told Miss Cherry no way. I’m not that outgoing. My hips are too chunky.” Sandy gets up and slaps her own ass with both hands. “Drum roll please.”

“Your ass is not chunky, it has character.”

“Uh huh! Let’s hit it.” Sandy takes the lead, Sable following her slapped Sandy on the butt just to be goofy.

“I hit it ... Jigglypuff!”

“Wench!”

“Welcome back Travis.”

“Good to be back Miss Mahkarti.” Travis Herbert was navigating his return to Horton-Dexter for a second time away in a month quite securely. Confident he was never going to be bullied again he smiled and literally bowed before his Sociology teacher Chandra Mahkarti, of Indian lineage yet quite Americanized in her behavior. In bowing the young woman grinned sheepishly at his respect and offered a curtsey in return. The two of them had always had a friendly relationship of sly flirting. Chandra not having any real friends ofttimes adopted students as the next best thing. It did make her more relatable. Her parents were both bigwig brain surgeons and had very little time for her, so she was quite the homebody when not at work. To be honest they really wanted her married off and out of their hair. No tradition seeker Chandra refused arranged marriages, nor did she go on to college to obtain any medical degree. Chandra was her own person, take it or leave it. Her parents simply accepted her rebellion out of love.

“You honor me Sir Travis.” She treats him as if a knight in shining armor with that curtsey. “Take your seat.” Chandra waved him toward her classroom. “And call me Chandra. We must be beyond titles after all of this time.” Being fairly new to Horton-Dexter the Hindi beauty of 5’6, lithe proportions, and gorgeous almost golden-brown eyes wanted her students to achieve informality. Although some like Travis instilled a sense of need to be courteous. She tried her best but hardly held it against them. At least he sought respect, unlike so many others who spoke their mind in wolf calls and whistles. Sure, it boosted her ego, she knew she was gorgeous, but sometimes her male students grew too outspoken. Like a certain Art teacher, Chandra had what it took to be a sex goddess, she was simply awkward. Her time would come, with help.

“Quit flirting with Hot Hips, Perbert she’s too fire for a freak like you.” A boy next to his desk sneered, “She’s not into bondage either. So, no tying you to the bleachers and pawing you up like Sable McKellen did. You should be ashamed of yourself showing your dick off to the world. Even more I heard you nutted in Sable’s face. Now that, I’d love to do. I heard she got her braces off, now she might be more appealing.”

“Fuck off Pryor.”

“You fuck off you piss ant. You got what was coming to you.”

“Oh really? Were you one of the guys that hijacked me?” He had a hunch Neo Pryor’s disgruntled reaction toward him made it possible that he had his first lead into who had humiliated him at the beginning of the week.

“What if I was freak? What are you going to do about it if I did? Which I wasn’t.”

“No talking please.” Chandra sensed conflict and came to the aid of Travis. Neo changing tactics put the blame on Herbert.

“He’s offering to do my homework for twenty bucks. Fuck off Perbert, I’m not interested.” Travis stared at him with a mental reaction of, “You’re really going there?” Chandra luckily knew better, her empathic nature decoding emotions quite easily. Which often led her to realize Travis had a crush on her. She was actually fine that he did, it made her smile more often than not. Even a teacher could have fantasies, acted on a different story.

“Remain quiet Neo. I will not tolerate bullying. Travis? Please take another seat.” Acknowledging her Travis grabbed his book bag and moved across the classroom to the next vacant seat. This chair was resting next to Dakota and Sable’s friend Andrea Beckett. Andi while no friend to Travis knew that Sable liked him so at minimal smiled. She was too busy drawing her ski trip again in her notebook, fixated on her dual hand jobs at McRonald’s. That was her finest hour. Swish! Swish! Down the bunny slopes she went. The thoughts made her giggle uncontrollably. Best ski instructors ever!

“Douche!” Travis mumbled casting a thumb toward Neo. Andi nodded in agreement.

“Have you seen Sable without her braces yet?” Andi dared to write on her notebook in order to avoid talking out loud and disrupting class any further while Chandra discussed Diversity. Seeing the drawing of herself holding really thick, strange looking ski poles he cocked an eyebrow. Shrugging it off he settled in with his own notebook and pen and wrote back.

“Not yet! She left school before I caught up with her.”

“I bet she’s crazy happy now.”

“Because she has me as a boyfriend.” He showed her then shared a cheesy grin. Andi rolled her eyes and shook her head. His ego was off the charts since he and Sable had gotten closer. Obviously, he didn’t know how Sable was all kissy face with Tawny Martin. She knew in her heart that Sable would never tell him she kissed the redhead and liked it. Although just recently after Piper Cherry and Josie McKellen had kissed in the halls Andi had kissed her bestie Sandy but out of joking. Kissing girls really wasn’t all bad. Like Sable though, she preferred boys. Especially her ski instructors. From hot water to boiling point a kick to Trav’s chair redirected him to the boy sitting behind him. Leering back the kid sneered and whispered, “Knox isn’t done with you Perbert.”

“KNOX?” Trav blurted then gnashed his teeth as Chandra paused in her speech to peer his way. His sudden panic added, “Errrr?” nervously.

“He’s back here bragging about your knockers Miss Mahkarti.” The boy fanned the flames aiming to get Travis in trouble.

“No, I wasn’t. But I hear you like cross dressing Kirkpatrick.” Word was out in small favors how Dillon had a dress in his possession that he was showing off. Travis however being at home was unaware that the dress Dillon had belonged to his girlfriend’s mother Josie McKellen.

“Whatever dude! Vicious rumors.” Travis put his palms up defensively but found his fingers curling without even knowing his own motor response. Andrea lowered her gaze not wanting to be any part of this and making people think she was friends with Travis Perbert.

“See? He’s squeezing your knockers.”

“ENOUGH! Not another word from any of you. My anatomy should not be the topic of any discussion. Pay attention please.” Her knockers were pretty nice at a firm 38C, although rarely seen outside of her tight-fitting shirts. While masking her legs with long skirts she often wore button down blouses that due to her chest size were realistically too tight. Tiny, outstretched windows between buttons hinted at her darker caramel colored flesh, her bras sometimes peeking. She like many women tested their bravado in such manners.

“No more vulgarities.” At 28, Chandra was in her prime of beauty. Long curly raven black hair complimented her smoky flesh tone. If a fan were blowing her hair, she would be the fantasy of many. However, her straight forward personality often redirected the hopes of any budding lust. She was caught in between two worlds, one of strict upbringing and American taught teasing. They often collided. Sadly, Andrea Beckett couldn’t resist laughing at Trav’s misfortune. He was appearing guilty. Travis just gave up and sank into his seat. Another kick to his chair by Dillon Kirkpatrick set Travis off as he loses his temper and jumps to his feet bearing a fist.

“I’m going to fuck you...”

“TRAVIS!” Chandra halted him with a stern roadblock.

“ ... Miss Mahkarti.”

“Whoa! Dude! You’re twisted. I heard him just say I’m going to fuck you, Miss Mahkarti.” Dillon feigned shock. Chandra blushed at the remark knowing well it was not dictated as such but manipulated. Students began laughing at their expense, mainly Travis, but Chandra was now the brunt of this jest.

“Travis?” Chandra closed her eyes and fanned her features briefly to breath, “Take yet another seat please.”

Andrea actually felt bad for Travis, watching him collect his notebook, pen, and bag for a second time and moving toward the back of the class dead center. Hearing Neo mumble, “Pussy!” only made Travis angrier.

“I’ll show you a pussy.”

More laughter followed his anger as students reacted along with Neo’s arrogant admission of, “I knew he didn’t have a dick.”

Travis was turning pale from embarrassment, growling under his breath he let it be known, “YOU FUCKHEADS KNOW I HAVE A DICK. IT WENT VIRAL!” There was no stopping the riotous laughter now. Andrea Beckett pouted at his only making things worse. More for Sable’s sake than his to be honest. Startled Chandra pinched the bridge of her nose under stress, she hated conflict. Taking a stroll amongst her students she stopped in front of Neo Pryor and stared at him without blinking. She was hardly intimidating but she tried.

“Not my fault the pervert’s talking about your pussy.” That made Chandra point toward the classroom door.

“OUT OF MY CLASSROOM.” She then redirected to Dillon Kirkpatrick, “YOU MAY JOIN HIM. TAKE THIS TO PRINCIPAL MANLEY!”

“He needs to go too then.” Dillon looks to Travis. Trav bulged his eyes with a plea of please don’t make me in his eyes. Chandra being a good judge of character overlooked Travis knowing he had been through hell this week. “I’m not budging unless he does.”

“Fine!” Chandra paused with indecision, “Travis?”

“Please...” He tilted his head fearing the worst.

“You will visit the new Counsellor. Neo and Dillon? You will leave first and go directly to the principal’s office. If I learn you have deviated from your destination, I will see that you are removed from my class permanently. Five-minute head start, the two of you may go.”

“FUCK!” Neo seemed disgruntled looking at Chandra with a hint of hatred. Diversity was not going over so well as a topic of study today. Leaving his seat in a mad huff Neo, joined by an equally perturbed Dillon took their leave. Travis dropping his head into his arms on the desk mumbled, “Why me?”

“I’m sorry this is happening to you Travis.” Chandra knelt beside him and patted his arm, “Speak with Counsellor Cherry and tell her what is going on. I am certain she will be of service.”

“This is a fucking nightmare.” Travis mumbled. A puffy lower lip of sadness from Chandra agreed with him.

“I am here for you Travis. Start with the Counsellor.”

“Thanks.” Trouble lending trouble Travis just had to look down at Chandra’s legs in her knelt angle, her dress while not nearly as short as anything Piper Cherry or Josie McKellen was getting away with was showing a healthy dose of her beautiful legs. Chandra drawing her long skirt up over her knees for comfort in her crouch led to exposing a bit. Realizing he was looking she wanted to frown but timidly grinned instead. She was often feeling neglected being a shy one at heart. Wanting him to smile she dared to part her knees a bit more for a panty shot at best. Lavender certainly drew him in. A deafening silence in the class made her realize everyone was looking at her behavior. Damage control was necessary.

“You may go now. I will check with the Counsellor after class is over.”

“Fine!” As she stood up turning away, her eyes flared. It was nice to be noticed, something new in her traditionally normal upbringing. Chalking it up to his reputation as a pervert she overlooked it and enjoyed that tiny moment of introspection. Maybe she had a hint of pervert inside her as well.

“Miss Mahkarti?” Spoke up a boy named Hoyt, “Bad timing I know but I need to use the restroom.” Waving him out Chandra returned to her desk and awaited both Hoyt and Travis to leave. Hoyt didn’t appear aggressive, so she wasn’t worried. Without looking at anyone Travis stood up and walked out with his head hung low.

“Poor Travis.”

At least Andrea was on his side.

For a while longer at least.

sWISHful thinking!

“Lunch was so much fun. We need to do things like that more often. I wonder what Roman is up to. With a game tonight he’s been rather distant. I miss my sporty Morty. I should have stopped by before I went outside but he takes lunch in the cafeteria. That would have prevented my going outdoors. Besides I needed to freshen up beforehand. I’ll catch up to him tonight.”

Josie sat at her desk smiling and staring out the window, her Senior class reading Moby Dick today. Dicks were definitely her favorite topic, even the idea of being harpooned by one was creating stormy seas between her legs. She missed her baby Sable suddenly, this hour they normally shared as mother and daughter as much as her student. In a way she was happy to have Sable go back home, reading Moby Dick and staring at Kyle Booker the sole Booker brother in her class made the time go by better. He made her laugh noting his book being read upside down. Like the great white whale, he was making waves.

Unable to resist his deadly gaze over his book she shrank in her seat and hid herself behind her desk, finding short breaks to rub her clit. With no eyes on her but his she wagged her tongue at him playfully. He simply stared coldly, which made her try even harder. As wet as she was, she shared her fingertips with him in a flirty wave to show off how wet he made her. “I bet by now his father knows the boys both took me at the same time. I almost wish Harlan would text me or call, I miss that old fart. The things he used to make me do when I was in school, out of school ... so many delicious memories.”

A brief recollection of Harlan taking her in his Coaches office during PE was breathtaking. Maybe this was why she grew so attached to Roman, he too being older and a coach. At Westfield Harlan was the coach for the boys and the girls both, so he had the rule of the roost. His students playing up at the gym while he fucked the holy hell out of Josie bent over his desk, his door propped open to be heard was incredible. Students knowing what Josie was like recognized her orgasms quite easily. Her reputation was met with boys defending her and girls hating her. Not that they stopped her. Harlan never once faced any police intervention thanks to Officer Joe Chandler. Remembering everything she got away with, what the teachers got away with, she looked toward her camera mount on the wall. “Were those texters around even back then? Surely not!”

Returning to reality she looked back at Kyle Booker slouched in his seat, now wagging his tongue at her. An instant glimmer of hope Josie had her fingers back inside her pussy working overtime. Looking around him Kyle closed his book and sat it on his desk. Pointing at the door to goad her he stood up and walked to the side of her desk and looked down at her thriving knuckles. “I’m going to the restroom.” She pouted but waved him on. Watching him step just outside the door then turn to face her and unzip his jeans she smirked. There was that magnificent Booker beast. Eight inches of pop can girth standing tall he jerked off in front of her. Casual glances at her class they knew something was up. Everyone there had seen the video of she and the brothers, so it was obvious. Finally, three separate students waved her on. Hesitant still it took the entire class to look up and roll their eyes. Regina Owens of the cheerleaders shook her head then appointed herself as ringleader.

“SABLE ISN’T HERE! GO BITCH!”

Inspired by their loyalty Josie stood up and took her dress off in front of everyone and raced to Kyle’s feet. Landing on her knees she fondled him as her way of giving thanks before eating. Prayer ending, she then took him into her mouth. Lost in his magnificence Kyle used his cell to record her feeding on him with vigor. “Baby Girl is back at it Pops. You weren’t joking, she has some serious appetite.” A wink up at him Josie fought hard to take all eight inches of him just as bragging rights toward his father. Behind her students all gathered to record her nude display, boys inhaling her dress and passing it around. Even Regina took advantage of the moment and brought her leggings down so that a stud named Kurt could fuck her from behind. Josie’s desk made a good perch for her hands.

Torn between watching Josie blow Kyle and the super-hot Regina getting hammered, hands up under her shirt pawing up her massive 38D’s, the students had plenty to keep them occupied. Moby DICKs indeed! Kyle stashing his cell back into his pants pocket proceeded to grip the teacher’s head and skull fuck Josie. Students behind her shared their enthusiasm by pumping fists of conquest at how aggressive Kyle was treating Mrs. M.