Friday Morning: Part 2

Friday Morning: Part 2

“Sounds good sir.” So, what do you think Benerdon’s plan was this time?

Emanuel looked up and noticed that they were at the office. “I understand that Allison would like some of your time in private. But first, there are a few things we need to discuss. Come in so we can do just.”

Emanuel entered just behind Allison and closed the door behind him. “Is this something to do with the note on Ms. Luden’s door sir?”

“Precisely. Whoever placed that note did it in direct violation of existing contingency plans for situations like this. Normally, any students effected by sudden firings like this can use the library for their session time until a new counselor has been found. Those same plans explicitly say that students are never to be told to go back to their original class without a note signed by both myself and the principal.”

He paused. “I don’t know if she did this herself, or had a student do it for her. But the only other people who knew about this plan were Ms. Luden and Mrs. Benerdon. Security confirmed that Ms. Luden did not have time to place the note after she was escorted out yesterday with her things. That only leaves the principal.”

“Do you have an idea why she might try this?”

“Only one comes to mind. She suspects the pending investigation, and doesn’t want me to have the time to do it. It’s the only explanation that makes any sense to me.”

“That’s our suspicion too sir.”

“Then the only thing I need to ask is this: do you both want to go back to your English class? Or would you prefer the current solution?”

“I’m happy to keep the current solution.”

“Ms. Kirse?”

Emanuel watched her smile. “Me too.”

“Very well then. If you want to use the back room you may do so. I just ask that you close the door before you start.”

“Why sir?” he heard Allison ask.

“For whatever sound absorption it can provide. I don’t have ear plugs on hand, and I’d rather not go deaf.”

She frowned. “Am I really that loud?”

He nodded his head along with Mr. Litski. “I’m afraid so precious. The volume doesn’t bother me, but I can understand Mr. Litski not wanting to hear it at full blast.”

I won’t argue with a little bit of privacy for this time. It’s been awhile since we had any.

Then lets go. I suspect the added delays have only added to your horniness.

She walked toward the door. You bet your life they did. If you don’t get in there soon, I’m going to drag you in.

As you wish.

Emanuel quickly made his way into the back room and put his bags down. “When you’re ready, sit and I’ll begin.”

She smiled, closed the door, and sat down on the couch. “No teasing or delaying. Just kisses, and eating.”

Wow ... you’re that horny?

You bet. Now get over here before I need to pull you over.

Emanuel smiled, closed the distance, and pulled Allison into a deep and passionate kiss.

He gasped as she grabbed and began to play with his penis. I thought you wanted me to go straight for it.

I want to play too. Is there any reason both can’t happen?

No, not at all.

Good.

He broke the kiss. I’ll need you to release me for a little while if you want me to do the other part.

Boo ... I guess my play will just have to wait.

Her hand slipped away slowly. He kneeled down as soon as he was able, and began to lick at her clit and vagina.

“Yes! Oh that’s what I wanted!” she shouted. He smiled inwardly and let his hands begin to work their way up her body.

Naughty ... but as long as you continue what you’re doing down there, your hands can go wherever they want to.

He let them eventually reach her breasts, and firmly brushed his fingertips across their underside. Allison’s moans became incoherent screams. His fingers moved upward until they cupped each breast. Emanuel gently squeezed each one, accompanied by the loudest scream yet.

She went limp a moment later. When he looked up, there was a huge smile on her face. Once she awakens, she can have her fun. And then, we can maybe take a look at some of Tony’s books together.

A few minutes later, her eyes re-opened. “Satisfied?”

“Completely. But now I get to have my fun.”

“Whatever you want to do” he paused, short of sex of course “you’re free to do.”

Her smile turned mischievous. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

She knelt in front of him and smiled, before gently grasping his penis in one hand. It began to harden as she moved her hand up and down. A little bit more, and...

And what?

You’ll just need to wait and see.

He smiled as a few moments later she licked her lips. Ah...

He closed his eyes, and felt his arousal continue to build as she continued her motions. Suddenly she took most of his penis into her mouth in one, swift motion.

Have you been practicing again?

No.

His began to moan as she took the rest of it in the next breath.

Now that that’s done ... I can do this.

He gasped in surprise as her mouth suddenly lifted most of the way off, and she began to lick around the head. “I won’t last long like this...”

Good. Cum for me.

Emanuel felt the point of no return approach as her tongue continued its motions. He screamed out as his orgasm exploded a few moments later.

Hee hee ... so much fun.

You’re almost too good at that.

The last spasm finished as Allison pulled completely off of him. “Almost? What do you mean by that?”

There was confusion in her eyes. “It’s simple. Too good would mean I’d barely last a minute, and you’d be unable to have the fun you want to have. ‘Almost’ is perfect” he paused “meaning that you’re just good enough to drive me crazy. Does that make sense?”

“I think so. Too good is like an overly rich chocolate mousse; a few bites are all your taste buds can really handle. Almost is a mousse that’s well balanced; you can enjoy the whole serving, but not be left wanting more.”

“That’s one way to understand it. Anyway, were you able to do your portion of the research last night?”

“Research? For what?”

“For history today.”

“Oh, that research. Yeah, and I got the e-mail with your part of it. Were you able to print out a copy last night or this morning?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

She smiled again. “Lucky you. I thought ahead and have an extra copy in my bag.”

She opened her bag, pulled out a folder and handed the print out to him. “You did more than just print what I sent you.”

“I figured this would make it easier for us. Do you like it?”

“I wouldn’t have thought to do that, but yes...” he paused “I do. At the very least, this will make today’s presentation even smoother than yesterday’s.”

“That should be good. I feel like yesterday went very smoothly. With this amount of preparation, we should be able to completely blow the class’s minds.”

“I’d still feel a little safer if we went over this together now. We should have enough time to do so before we need to head for class.”

She nodded her head, and pulled out her own copy.

“We should use a time line like yesterday. I don’t see much reason to spend too much time on anything prior to 2000.”

He shook his head. “The demonstrations between 1950 and 1970 were pretty lame, that’s true. But we should note how long it took to finally get the last few states that the ERA needed to pass, and there were a handful of very interesting ad campaigns and the such between 1970 to 2000.”

“Fair enough. So” she pointed to a bullet point “expand on this, right?”

He pointed to a few more. “And these ones too. That one almost turned violent, and this one very nearly shut down Capitol Hill.”

“I didn’t realize that event could have turned out so horribly.” She pointed to another bullet point. “How about this then? It’s basically a rehashing of an older campaign.”

“Not really. The People’s Decency Association is far more dangerous and stubborn than the former group ever dreamed of being.”

She chuckled. “Really? That’s the name of the group behind the recent protests and legal attempts?”

“Well, I suppose we could call them a group. They are a group of different organizations after all. And the irony of their name isn’t lost on me.”

“Nor will it be on the class. Any other really good points I didn’t catch the first time around.”

He paused for a second. “Nothing that I remembered to include in the e-mail. But I remember hearing of a number of states attempting to leave the union. I doubt that’s going to get anywhere, but it shows just how desperate some of the population is to hold onto yesterday’s norms.”

Allison glanced up at the clock. “I’d heard rumor of that, but didn’t pay it much heed. Not with the other protests and issues that have been in the news lately. By the way...”

“It is nearly time, yeah. Do you want to get any requests while we’re on our way?”

“Not particularly. The trick was to look busy, right?”

Emanuel stood up and gathered his bags. “Precisely. If you’re unsure, watch what I do, and try to mimic it.”

She stood up and follow. “I think I know what to do. Ready when you are.”

He smiled, walked to the door and opened it. “It’s just a little bit early to be heading to your next class.”

“We have a presentation of sorts to give, and would rather be a little early than a little late. Besides, the bell should be ringing soon anyway.”

“True enough. Very well then, be on your way. That door isn’t sound proofed nearly enough, and I could use a little quiet after that performance.”

Emanuel grinned sheepishly, and opened the door to the hall. “I’m afraid you won’t be getting that sir. There are at least two teachers on their way here now.”

“Hurry then; before you two get caught by them too.” Emanuel was nearly out of the door. “I knew that fortune last week was bad news.”

“What fortune sir?”

“‘You will live in interesting times.’”

“Right ... that’s a variant on an ancient Chinese curse.”

“And they have the audacity to put it in a fortune cookie. Fantastic...”

Emanuel focused ahead and noticed a group of girls coming right toward him, led by Betty. The really stubborn ones can ignore it, true.

“Girls, this is the freak I was telling you about. He actually enjoyed what he did to Jane and the others.”

“It only figures that freaks would flock to other freaks. And he’s supposed to be the Sex God?” one of them asked.

“Clearly he’s the king of the freaks then” another added.

“All hail his highness, the king of the freaks.” they intoned together, the sarcasm pouring off every word.

If they’re trying to convince me of the ‘error of my ways’, then they’re going about it entirely the wrong way.

And if they’re merely trying to taunt you, they’re failing miserably too.

“I am well versed in the art of sarcasm, so your taunts mean nothing to me. Besides, if you must use that tired line, deliver it right.”

The group stared in confusion. “What do you mean use it right?” Betty asked.

He smiled. “Your should have said ‘his majesty’ or ‘his royal highness’. Highness alone is reserved for princes.”

She nodded her head. “Is there a problem here?” Mr. Litski said.

“No sir. We were just about to be on our way” Betty replied.

The girls scattered. This is probably as close as we’ll get. We’ve got volume, inflection, and emotion. Those are all the spoken components of speech.

He started forward again. Right. The facial expressions and other body movements are non-verbal. And as long as we can see each other, I’m sure we’ll continue to get that too.

He smiled. No wonder you’re getting the exercises so quickly. You’re used to observing your surroundings already.

“Every cloud has a silver lining?”

“In a manner of speaking. Only for those that can see it and are willing to reach for it. And honestly, that can take quite a while sometimes.”

“I wonder what my grandmother would say about that.”

“Why not call her tonight and find out?”

Her face dropped. “After our last conversation, I’m not sure I could survive another one with her.” She paused and looked ahead. “At least, not right away. I feel like I’m on shaky ground as is.”

A hand gently touched his shoulder. “Let me tell you both a secret most adults won’t admit to. Nobody’s ground is ever truly stable. The people who claim that are on the shakiest ground of all” their history teacher said.

“Really ma’am?”

She pointed to the open classroom door. “Yes. The stable people recognize life for the roller coaster is is, and have learned how to deal with its ups and downs.”

“But wouldn’t that kind of chaos severely mess with most people? Wouldn’t the instinct be to hold tightly onto whatever ground you’ve been able to establish?” Allison asked as they entered the room.

“Yes, but here’s the trick. Keep too tight of a grasp on any one patch of ground, and you risk falling apart when the next difficult time comes around. But if you’re paying attention to the pattern, you can brace yourself for the next major drop, and have it impact you far less severely than the person who insists on walking along a flat plain.” She sat down at her desk. “Are you both prepared for your presentation?”

Emanuel put down his bag and pulled out the print out. “You could say we are.”

“And will either of you be needing relief?”

He glanced at Allison, who shook her head. “We’re good. Our last ‘class’ left us with more sufficient free time to take care of ourselves.”

She glanced questioningly for a second, then seemed to reconsider. “Very well. It’s better that I don’t know any details, and that gives you more time to actually teach. I’m looking forward to seeing just what you actually talk about.”

“Looks like we’ll be starting soon.”

The crowd began to stream through the door. “You appear to be correct. Once everyone’s seated, you may begin.”