Chapter 2

And so, we established a routine. Several times a week, Kerry would stop by my apartment and we would screw ourselves silly. Sometimes she'd stay for dinner. I asked her once what she told her parents and she informed me she had told them the truth, that she was seeing an older guy. They had protested at first, but she had reminded them that she was almost eighteen and would they prefer she lie to them. She was going to keep seeing this guy. They finally relented. I sensed future issues.

I had been seeing Kerry about a month when we had our first argument. Like many, there was no real reason for it. Maybe more accurately, the real reason wasn't the reason for the argument. Suddenly, she was pissed and I wouldn't back down because I knew I was right. But she, too, knew she was right. I yelled and she started crying and bolted for the door. I chased after her but she ran to her car and sped off.

I stayed mad for another hour then I started to worry. What if she was so mad at me that she wanted to get even? What if she went to Barbara and told her what we had been doing? What if she told her parents the older guy was her teacher? This was the selfish me.

Mixed up with all of the social worry was a deeper worry; I had fallen for Kerry. It had gone past the recreational sex and into something deeper, something that involved my soul as well as my body. I sensed it when I knew I might have lost Kerry. It was wrenching, thinking I might have run her off. I wanted her, not just as a bedmate but as a buddy. It was then, late at night lying in my bed alone, I knew I wanted her there with me. I had fucked it up. Two losses for the price of one; a job and a mate. This was the me that was from deep inside. The me that knew what was right and what was important. The one who wanted to do the right thing, but knew I didn't always do it. I had a very uncomfortable night.

All day I waited for them to come drag me away to Barbara's office where I would be summarily fired. I stewed over how I had run off Kerry as well. Stupid me. Last period I waited to see Kerry but she didn't come for class. Then I really started to worry. Was she being held out of class until they arrested me? Was she so mad at me that she'd never want to see me again? My daughter, my ducats.

After class, I was sitting in my office, dreading what was surely to come. A knock. I jumped, then bucked up and yelled out, "Come in."

The door slowly opened and Kerry peeked around the door. "Hi."

"Kerry. I'm so sorry."

She flung the door open and ran around the desk throwing herself into my arms. "Mike, Mike, I'm sorry. It was all my fault."

The relief was physical. My whole body suddenly felt lighter and my mind relaxed for the first time since the fight. I grabbed her and held her to me, "No. It was my fault. I was just being stubborn."

Tears were flowing as Kerry said, "No, I shouldn't have yelled."

I kissed her cheeks, wet with salty tears. "It can't be both our fault. So it must be nobody's fault. Is that okay? Nobody is to blame."

She laughed, "Okay, it's nobody's fault." She hugged me tightly. We stood, holding each other, and feeling the wonderful closeness of each other. Kerry looked up, "Can we go to your place? Now?"

"Yes," I answered. Pulling me by the hand she headed for the door. "Wait. I have to get my keys and..."

"Okay. I'll meet you there."

"Don't get in an accident," I said.

"Don't you either. Love you. See you there and I'll make it up to you." She left me with that smile I had come to love because it went with her most passionate self.

Kerry lay in my arms, naked and completely spent as I was. Our joining had been wild and full of passion.

I kissed her forehead. Kerry looked up, a smile on her face. "Yes?"

"I don't want to be the kind of couple that has to argue, then makes up with wild sex," I said.

"Okay. Next time, instead of arguing, let's just have the wild sex," she said.

I laughed, "It's a deal."

She pulled me down for a kiss. Then she said in a low voice, "It's a promise."

Barbara met me at the beginning of my first class. There was a woman with her, already dressed for Gym. She introduced her, "Mike this is Carol, our new temporary Gym teacher."

We shook hands. "Nice to meet you." Then to Barbara, "Huh?"

"The court enjoined the district from applying the Gender Equity Act yesterday afternoon. The judge threw the whole law out. Now it's up to the Appellate court, if anybody appeals. The District sure as hell isn't going to. As of today, you're back to teaching your old schedule. It'll take a couple days to get everything back to the way it was, but that's the plan," she said.

I turned to Carol, "Good luck. I think some of the girls are going to be disappointed that they won't be able to get away with things any more." Carol looked puzzled.

Barbara jumped in, "Poor Mark used to hide in the office scared of all of the naked girls in the gym."

I blushed as Carol and Barbara laughed.

The rest of the day was chaos as I picked up the classes from Jim and Sherry, finding out where each one was, picking up the lesson plans. The history classes were the worst. The students had been divvied up and none of the classes were exactly at the same place. I'd have to backtrack some of the students then hurry all of them up to get back on track.

The women teachers started treating me civilly again as the male teachers expressed condolences for my bad luck. Many of the girls told me that they were sorry to see me go. They liked having me as the Gym teacher, especially when they made me blush. This, of course, made me blush. That elicited laughter from the girls. The male students looked at me with undisguised envy and wonderment. 'Imagine, he had been the girl's gym teacher. All the girls in the school had been naked and he had seen them.' A few of the boys came up after a class and hinted about one or other girl, trying to get me to describe their current heart throb. I studiously remained oblivious to their questions. I didn't have the heart to tell them how few girls I'd actually seen naked, not that I would have described any particular girl anyway. I knew the floor and ceiling of the gym and my desktop quite well.

The change didn't affect Kerry and me at all since we had been meeting away from school anyway. I was finding myself more and more attracted to her as our relationship deepened, from all about the sex, to just enjoying being together. She spent most evenings at my place, doing homework, her feet on my lap as I graded papers, or watching TV or a rented movie on Fridays and Saturdays. This was not to say that the sex disappeared. Kerry certainly had an appetite for it. I wasn't about to complain.

One evening we were lying in a quiet lassitude after a rousing bout of sex when she asked me, "Mike, do you ever fantasize about two girls at once?"

"What in the world makes you ask that?"

"Trish and I were talking today. She says all guys think about it. Is that true?"

"As far as I know, yeah, all guys think about it," I said hoping that would end the conversation. I didn't want her going off about me, wondering if I thought about threesomes.

"Have you ever done it?"

No such luck that she'd drop the subject. "No. Most girls don't want to. It's just one of those ways men and women are different. We need to compromise."

She rose up on her elbows, looking puzzled. "But if the girl always gets her way, how is that a compromise?"

Good question. "Girls control sex. I mean, they decide what they'll do and what they won't."

She thought for a moment before saying, "When Trish and me were sophomores she showed me some magazines her brother had hidden. They were pretty graphic and we really pored through them. They had a lot of girls doing girls. Why do guys like that? I mean, wouldn't you think guys would be turned off by lesbians?"

I laughed, "It's not a lesbian thing. Guys like women, really like women. I think it's because we like women so much it makes sense that women would also like women. Why wouldn't they? Men just think that women should also like men. So seeing girls do each other make them want to get into the scene with both girls?"

Kerry paused as she digested that information. Then she sat up, the sheet falling away and exposing her beautiful breasts to me. I tried not to stare at them and listen to what she was saying. "Those magazines have girls dressed up as cheerleaders, or girl scouts or, like, in school uniforms, like Catholic school or something. Do guys like it when girls are dressed like that?"

"Yeah, I think many guys do. It's not the dressing like that that's sexy in itself. It's not like a slinky gown that just looks like the woman is ready for a romp in the sack. It reminds us of when we were in school and really, really wanted to date the beautiful cheerleader or the girl in history class and never did. We can fantasize that maybe we could get lucky, even though most of us struck out big time in high school."

"That makes sense," Kerry said. "I bet you'd like it if your fantasies could come to life."

I pulled her to me, "They already have," as I leaned in and kissed her.

Kerry told me Friday that she'd be over in the afternoon on Saturday. I spent the morning cleaning up, changing the sheets and things like that. I knew Kerry and I knew a lazy Saturday afternoon would mean the bed getting a workout. I was looking forward to it.

Kerry let herself in on Saturday. I had given her a key as she was practically living with me, except for the sleeping. I was watching a college game on TV. I heard her come in and shouted, "Hi. Come kiss me," without turning from the game.

I heard her giggle, then I felt her lean over the back of the couch and kiss my neck. I turned to kiss her properly, and found myself looking at a brunette. I nearly fell off the couch, I pulled back so quickly.

The girl started laughing, "You said come kiss you."

That's when I noticed Kerry standing behind the girl watching and laughing, "You should see the look on your face."

I knew I had been set up. "I should spank you."

Kerry smiled and turned to the other girl, "I told you he was into some kinky stuff." They both exploded into peals of laughter.

That's when I finally noticed, they were dressed identically, plain blue shirts, white shirts, white socks and black shoes. It looked like some sort of school uniform.

Kerry finally said, "This is Trish." I faintly recognized her from Gym. She was one of the quiet ones who didn't get involved in the pranks.

"Third period, right?"

"Yeah," she said.

I looked back at Kerry, "What's with the outfit?"

She glanced at Trish, who stood next to her, their hands folded. They had obviously practiced something. Kerry started, "Mr. Martin. We need your help. We need some special tutoring that only you can give us. As our Sex Ed teacher we need you to give us special attention and work on our assignments. Right, Trish?"

Trish was blushing slightly. I wondered if she was regretting what Kerry had talked her into. Then, she composed herself, looked at me, and smiled, "That's right, Mr. Martin. We don't know how to do the special assignment you gave us. Will you help us with it?"

I recalled the questions Kerry had asked me earlier that week and I caught on to what was happening. The school girl uniforms could only mean Kerry had decided to make my fantasy come true. Suddenly, the room was full of electricity. I looked closely at Trish. She was a very attractive girl, a nice complement to Kerry. My blood headed south and I felt my cock responding. My voice caught in my throat as I tried to answer, "Sure." I had to cough to clear a passage. "Sure girls. I'd be glad to help you."

Kerry led Trish around to the couch, shooing me off as they sat on it. "You watch and tell us what we do wrong," she said. She pulled Trish into a kiss. I thought my cock had been hard before. Now, it ached. I had to reach into my pocket and adjust it so that it lay straight up against my belly. Kerry saw me and her eyes smiled as she and Trish continued kissing.

"How are we doing, Mr. Martin?"

"So far, I don't see anything wrong," I answered. Jesus, I wanted to reach in and grab my cock and jerk it. It truly was painful as it ached in need.

She smiled seductively at me before continuing in her role. "Oh good. Let's try the next thing, Trish."

She leaned in and kissed Trish again. This time they started unbuttoning each other's blouses. They pulled off each other's bras, tossing them at my feet. Trish's tits were much smaller than Kerry's, but her breasts were wonderfully shaped. Kerry leaned down and took a nipple into her mouth making Trish close her eyes and fling her head back as she moaned in pleasure.

Then Trish pushed Kerry back, attacking her tits, sucking on them as Kerry moaned and pushed up at her. Trish reached under Kerry's skirt, pulling her panties off and tossing them at me. I was tempted to pick them up and hold them to my face, so full of desire was I, but the girls might find that gross and I didn't want anything to interfere with this show.

Kerry reversed the positions, pushing Trish back on the couch as she kissed Trish, fondled her tits and pulled her panties off to throw them at me. Then it got even better. Kerry smiled at me and slid down between Trish's spread thighs. She paused, her face just inches away from Trish's pussy. "Like this, Mr. Martin?" as she buried her face in Trish's pussy.

Trish moaned, "Oh God, God." I thought the girls had been putting on a show for me, more or less faking the action. But Trish wasn't faking... which meant Kerry wasn't faking. I thought I was about to cum and I hadn't touched my cock yet. Kerry was eating Trish and looking over at me. I could see her eyes, filled with lust as the rest of her face was buried in Trish's snatch, licking and sucking.

I didn't care about any show anymore. My whole being was caught up in the two girls making love on my couch. I started tearing my clothes off; shirt, sweats, and shorts were off in seconds and tossed away. My cock stood up, beating in rhythm and a furious red. Kerry looked over at me and stopped. She smiled, "Look Trish. Mr. Martin wants to play."

Trish opened her lust lidded eyes, which widened when they settled on my rampant pole. "Yeah."

Tracy sat up. "Come here," she said to Trish. Trish sat up and Kerry grabbed her hands pulling her onto her knees. She sat behind Trish and pulled her skirt up over her ass, showing Trish's cute ass and wet redolent pussy to me. "Is this the position you like, Mr. Martin?"

Trish looked back at me, a smile on her face. "Mr. Martin, you said this position was a good one. Is it?"

I looked at Kerry, searching her eyes to make sure that this was really what she intended. Was this all teasing or did she really mean it. She looked back sensing what I was asking. She nodded. No longer holding myself back, the passion that had been building watching these two nymphs put on their show, exploded in me. I rushed over to the couch and behind Trish. I grabbed her hips and moved to her. She glanced at Kerry, concern on her face. "You're going to love it," Kerry said smiling. Then in a stage whisper she said, "He's really good," as she smiled up at me.

I smiled back as I lined up my cock with Trish's upturned pussy. She was ready from the girls' foreplay and I slid into her easily. Trish groaned as my cock filled her. I began fucking Trish in long slow strokes. Her head fell against the couch, giving me a better angle to brush against her clitoris on each stroke. "Play with her tits," I said quietly to Kerry. She looked surprised, then smiled back at me. She seemed to be saying, 'It's your fantasy.' She reached under Trish and began sensuously teasing her tits as she smiled at me, licking her lips. Jesus, that was erotic. I nearly blew my nut right then, but held back by force of will alone. I knew Kerry had promised Trish some fun and I had to last long enough to give her that.

Trish was incoherently babbling as I sped up my attack on her pussy. Then, I felt her pussy spam on my cock gripping it so tightly I had trouble pounding into her one last time. I stopped, buried completely inside her. The walls of her vagina rippled along my cock as she moaned and arched her back. It was too much. My cum burst forth flooding her with my seed. Kerry was open-eyed watching both of us climax. Trish went completely limp, almost oozing down onto the couch pulling away from my slowly shrinking cock.

"Jesus," Kerry whispered.

I turned to her and she held my eye. "I love you," I said.

Her eyes lit up. "Really?"

I nodded.

"All I have to do is let you screw my best friends?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

I laughed. "No. All you have to do is show me how much you love me."

The smile never left her face as she launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around me as we kissed passionately. "My turn." I looked down at my limp cock as Kerry pulled away to see. "Oops," she said. She smiled her devilish smile again as she sensuously slid down until she was kneeling in front of me. Her tongue snaked out and tasted the end of my cock. "Not bad," she said. I felt the stirrings in my cock knowing that she was tasting Trish's and my cum slathered over my cock. Kerry slowly took my cock into her mouth, running her tongue over and around it as she sucked up and down the length of the shaft. I felt the stirrings turn into rumblings, then into a rush as my cock quickly grew. Kerry felt it as well and she sucked harder, making it harder until it throbbed in her mouth, full and hard.

Kerry unzipped the school skirt she was wearing and tossed it aside. She took my hand in hers, pulling me down onto her as she fell back onto the soft rug. I was between her legs as they wrapped around me, pulling me into her. From long practice I lined up with her easily, my cock finding her pussy. A push, and I entered her. Her heels pulled my ass down and my cock speared into her. "I want you to fuck me, Mr. Martin. Teach me too, just like you did Trish." I started fucking my sexy baby, my little sexpot who was giving me this wonderful gift of a threesome. "Oh yes, Mr. Martin. I sit in class and dream of this. Dream of you teaching me all about sex."