Friday Afternoon: Home Economics

Friday Afternoon: Part 4 - Home Economics

What felt like a few moments later, Allison glanced up. Sweetheart, we’re here.

Again? I’m not sure how, but I keep losing track of time like that.

She ‘laughed’. That’s really not that uncommon. Especially when you really enjoy spending time with that person.

“I didn’t think you two could get more famous, but somehow you have.”

He turned to Mrs. Lesummer. “Someday I’ll figure out just how things travel so quickly around here. And then, maybe I’ll eventually figure out how to change that.”

She smiled and gently laughed. “I’ve been a teacher here for fifteen years, and I still haven’t figured out the first part. I doubt even with a hundred years I’d figure out the second.”

“There’s something I’d like to say about this whole thing, but the moment I did the universe would prove me wrong. And I really don’t have time for that to happen.”

She chuckled again. “Speaking of time, do either of you need some once class starts?”

Precious?

Definitely. But after last class. I don’t it’ll take much. You?

I think I’m good for now.

“I could Mrs. Lesummer.”

“And you Emanuel?”

“I’m fine.”

She motioned to the back facing seats. “You know the drill then.”

Emanuel nodded and dropped their bags by their work station as Allison sat down in one of the chairs. Where’s the rest of the class? It’s almost time.

Probably outside waiting or taking their time. You know how it can feel this late on a Friday.

True. She turned and glanced at the clock. Almost.

Now... he thought a few moments later as the bell rang and the rest of the class rush in. One of these days Mrs. Lesummer won’t tolerate that anymore, and everyone of them will be in real trouble.

Look at her face sweetheart. I think that day will be sooner than you expect. He heard her pause. Maybe even today.

“Starting next week, I don’t want to see any” her voice began to rise “of you EVER hanging out in front of the door like that again. If you get here before the bell rings, get your butts inside and sit down!”

“Where in the rules does it say we have to?” a familiar voice asked.

“This is my classroom, and I set the rules unless they directly contradict those of the school. And in this case, my rules are exactly in line with those.” She paused. “I want to make one thing VERY clear; most of you are on very thin ice right now. One more disruption and I’ll make sure yesterday’s punishment will seem like a slap on the wrist.”

By the way, did the feel of the room get scary serious just now?

You felt that too? Anything else?

Just an odd, bluish-black lining on most of the class.

He sent an inward smile to her. That’s fantastic!

She sent a puzzled feeling back. Are you sure? I’d expect you would prefer a happier, calmer vibe to the room.

Not the vibe he started although that’s what I would expect when people learn that a ‘bird’ course isn’t one after all. No, I was referring to your ability to read the room; especially with that level of detail. Considering you just started to actively develop it, readings that clear are pretty amazing.

I bet you can do that in your sleep.

Yeah, but I’ve been practicing for a while now. It’ll become easier the more you practice it.

“Now that we’ve cleared that up; before I tell you what today’s recipe is, Allison has requested some time for relief. Can I assume you’d like some help?”

She smiled. “Yes. Manny of course.”

She chuckled. “I wouldn’t have expected anything else. Will you need the full five minutes? I’m afraid much of it has already been wasted” she replied, a bitter emphasis on the last word.

Allison laughed this time. “No, I’ll be fine with whatever time we have left.”

“Very well.”

Anything in particular precious?

Just kneel down and give me some of that wonderful tongue of yours. I can’t tell you how much last period turned me on.

Emanuel smiled and knelt down. You don’t need to. I can see it myself. He leaned forward and gave a tentative lick to Allison’s glistening slit.

Her body shook for a second. Yesss ... just like that.

It’ll be my pleasure. He began to lick in earnest.

Just a little more. Can you move up a little and get my clit as well?

Of course. Emanuel lifted his head a little higher and began to hum a short song as he went up and down.

You evil she started as her body shook powerfully and the now familiar liquid came gushing into his mouth bastard. She slumped following the last word.

“That was faster than I expected. What did you do to the poor girl?”

“Just what she asked for. Well, with a little song of course.”

Allison sat up slowly. “You turned your tongue into a vibrator. That wasn’t fair.”

He smiled. “You know you loved it.”

She smiled back. “Yeah.”

“That’s an idea I never would have considered.” She glanced up contemplatively.

Looks like we may have just inspired her.

You mean you inspired her. I just enjoyed the performance.

Your reaction sold it better than I ever could have on my own.

“Now, I know you’ve all gotten used to your recipes being desserts, but today we’ll be making something different. In front of you is my great grandmother’s traditional biscuit recipe; smelling those coming out of the over for dinner time is one of the great memories from my childhood. Those of you who are observant may notice that you’re missing two ingredients at your work stations.”

Emanuel glanced down at station. The frozen butter and lard. I’m willing to bet she has a small freezer up front with each pairs’ portion in it.

“You can find your tables’ frozen ingredients in the freezer next to me. Only come up for it after you’ve completed all the previous steps.”

The oven beeped twice. Only a few times; mostly when I was still fairly young. I’m going to get the frozen ingredients; could you get the buttermilk and grease ready?

Of course.

Emanuel made his way to the front. “You two are awfully quiet. Yet the teamwork from you two is even better than most of your classmates. Just how do you do that?”

“We’ll share that with you after class is over. This is something we’d rather not have the rest of the class hear if possible.”

“Understandable.”

She quickly grated the butter and lard, and then formed a well in the dough. Ready the scraper.

Got it. Ready when you are.

She expertly gave the dough its’ final mix, then brought the bowl over to the surface he’d prepared. I’ll do the folding, and you can do the patting.

Their hands alternated; hers’ folding the large thing of dough in half, and his patting it smooth. And that’s the last fold. Do you mind if I roll it out?

Not at all. My hands could use a short rest.