Chapter 463: Is Teaching Fun?

If Ellen and Crimilda are going to help each other catch up to where they need to be in school, they can help each other out. I couldn’t study anytime I got that horny.

After I got Mandy to my house and got her something to eat, she asked if I minded helping her with her homework. It wasn’t that they couldn’t get what was being taught as much as it was now high school, they were already loaded down with homework, and everything was new material to them. Ronny was in a few of her classes, and he needed some help too. I had Mandy call her mom, so I could ask if Mandy could stay here tonight.

“Hi. My name is David Jones. As crazy as it sounds, I turned eighteen over the summer, but I am teaching honors foreign language, and I am one of the coaches for the girl’s gym classes with Marissa Kimber,” I started telling her.

“Hi, David. I got the email this morning about you being Mandy’s gym coach. Was there some problem? You had Mandy call me at work from her phone,” she said.

I walked out by the outdoor pool and said, “Not a problem, per se, but a couple of things did happen with Mandy in gym class. I don’t know if you have noticed, but Mandy hit puberty and has breast buds. That isn’t a problem, but her nipples are now hypersensitive to cotton. It was causing her to become overly aroused. She had an orgasm from her undershirt dragging over them. Silk, and probably rayon, didn’t cause her any trouble. While a bit unorthodox, the school has issues with girls getting chaffed due to sweating heavily in their groin when exercising. You must know that I worked at an underwear store in the outlet mall when I was fifteen, as a punishment. Knowing they make panties in size twenty-six-X was something I didn’t want to learn. Anyway, they not only sweat profusely, but they stink because of the area. Many also didn’t have the right bras. They all do not. She got a bit pissy about some girls not having to get undressed and go to change in the bathroom. One of the girls showed her why. Mandy had no clue what the girl meant when the older girl said she was having her period. I know you and your husband work a lot to put her in the private school because it is the best place for her, even if she is two to three years younger than the other kids. I probably overstepped my teacher boundary, but she and I had ‘The Talk’ in the gym office, with Marissa, some mothers, and a few teachers observing.”

“You didn’t overstep lines as far as I am concerned. Mandy called me while she waited for you to finish up. Two moms and a teacher called me to say that you handled it better than any of them have with their daughters. I didn’t know that Mandy had started to get breasts yet, but her issue is genetic. Two of my sisters, three cousins, and a niece had that problem until they got their periods. Mandy said you gave her silk-lined bras, tanks, camisoles, sleep shirts, and pajamas,” her mom told me. “You don’t know how much it means to my husband and me that you understand our situation. We heard how you moved Cici and her family into your old house. I could use a few if you have more jobs sitting out there. My husband would never do it but damn it. I miss my little girl growing up. I could have sold drugs, killed someone, robbed banks, and all sorts of major things, and no one would have any problems hiring me to do any job I wanted. No problem with getting into college, either. A dick DA and judge wanted to make an example out of a white girl from a good neighborhood, so I got hit with a felony charge for shoplifting a bottle of wine on a dare. Two days after turning seventeen, they charged me as an adult. The conviction got thrown out on appeal, but the damage was already done. I don’t think you called to talk about how I fucked up my life and have been paying for it ever since.”

I told her, “If you are serious about getting a better job, I tend to know people who give second chances. I also have who knows how many homes to build. Kids from my foster care mini-city are apprenticing at the various trades needed. We can’t find enough people in those trades to match up with the kids. I’m going to call your husband when we get off the phone. He has been swinging a hammer since he got out of jail, and we need security to watch over the site at night. It isn’t anything he hasn’t been doing when he can find the work. I have no clue what my company is paying the others, but it is likely the market rate. All the houses under construction are on the same tract of land as the school. Mandy can walk over there after school to sit in his construction office to do her homework. The nights he is doing security, he can run her home. He is still an independent contractor now. Though back to the matter at hand. Mandy is overwhelmed with the mound of homework she got today. Vicky and her siblings go to that school too. We have the room, so I offered to let them stay here during the week to let their parents get some more sleep now that the kids can’t walk to school anymore. I was checking if Mandy could just stay here tonight. By the time she has dinner, I expect her to be a zombie anyway. Randy is about there already. She can crash in one of the bedrooms or sleep in with Vicky. I know that we have school uniforms in Mandy’s size between Vicky and my daughter Ellen.”

“Tell her that she can sleep over. My boss appeared out of the woodwork, and he is never here past three on a Monday,” Mandy’s mom told me before hanging up.

I told Mandy she was sleeping here tonight and used her phone to call her dad.

“I stole Mandy’s phone to call you. My name is David Jones,” I told her dad. “Look, you build houses and do night security when you can find it. Your wife is starting her new job tomorrow. I don’t know what she is doing or where, but she will be home in about an hour. Look, you aren’t going to get shit tonight. Go home and screw your wife without worrying about Mandy walking in on you because you got loud. Drive your stuff over here to the neighborhood under construction. What I am doing isn’t charity, so don’t go getting all worked up. More kids from my foster care complex want to learn how to build houses than we can find people to teach them. The only thing I will do to help you out is get your contractor license out of committee. I don’t care why they are fucking with you. You aren’t the only one that I can’t get working to build houses because those people have some stick up their butts. They are about to learn that being employed by the government and a government subcontractor isn’t the same. My friend Molly is the one building all these homes, and someone told her that until she got the houses built, she couldn’t get the permit to start work on the golf course on another part of this chunk of land I own. My company will pay you whatever they are paying skill day labor until your contractor license gets issued. Then you will get whatever the going rate is for your skillset. I’m not making up a position to help you out. I’m telling you where you can find work like anyone else that can do the job right and needs work. Molly is over everything except keeping money in the bank to pay for everything. As I told your wife, the school isn’t far from the neighborhood. Mandy can walk over to your construction office after school to do her homework and wait for you to finish for the day. Talk to the office people if you want to spend nights away from your family to make extra money doing security overnight for the building site.”

He was silent for a few minutes before asking, “This is some joke Mandy got you to do. You’re some kid from her school messing with me, right? Hold on a minute.”

Sorry, but no. Molly must have gone there to discover why they held all the contractor licenses. These are all renewals or transfers without any reason why they are on hold or were,

“Fuck! This isn’t a joke, is it? A man from the licensing office just hand-delivered my contractor’s license. He apologized a lot for there being a long delay. I was told the bottlenecks holding things up are now resolved. My insurance is now with some company I don’t recognize, but the contracting board verified it is valid. The address is over near the school,” he told me. “Look, I don’t take handouts, and you already know that. I do an honest day’s work to earn my money. That development is paying the same market rates for each trade by license. I will make what I am worth, just as I would anywhere else. With my contractor license renewed, I won’t have to do night security work anymore. It only took two years. Thanks for getting Mandy the girl underwear stuff she needs. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I don’t want any part of getting my girl’s underwear. I drew the line at socks after she had a fit over my buying her the wrong cartoon panties. I got the right size, and it was from the cartoon she wanted.”

I took Mandy off to the side and said, “You are sleeping over tonight and maybe the rest of the week. Your mom starts a new job somewhere doing whatever she does. Molly cleared up why all the contractor license renewals that were on hold except for a select few. Your dad is going to start building houses near the school. You can walk over after school to do your homework while he finishes the day.”

“Why can’t I go home tonight then if they are going to be home,” Mandy asked.

I teased, “Remember that talk we had today about where babies come from? I don’t think you want to see or hear your parents doing what they did to make you.”

I saw the gears turning in her head as she worked that through, and then she blushed before giggling.

“Eww! No. I don’t want to go home if there is any chance they will be doing that,” Mandy said.

Yes, you do. Or at least your body and part of your brain like the idea.

“It is not wrong to get turned on at the idea of someone having sex, Mandy,” I whispered. “I’m sure you’ve seen your father naked when he was hard because your apartment only has one bedroom and one bathroom. Why don’t you find an unused bedroom upstairs and think about that privately? The towels in the bathroom are made of cotton, so you know. You have pajamas and sleep shirts in your bag of new stuff from school. Tomorrow someone will have put a clean school uniform out for you that will fit you much better than the one you wore today. I don’t know who, but trust me, it is best if you just accept it and go on. Vicky, my friend Trudy, or I will get you for dinner if you aren’t down here when it is ready. We understand that time flies when you’re having fun in private. We will knock before coming in, ok?”

Did she even hear more than find a room to get yourself off?

“Where is Mandy off to in such a hurry,” Vicky asked.

“I think she might need some private time,” I answered. “You know she lived in a one-bedroom apartment with her parents and slept in the den. Now she has a house full of unused bedrooms and her own bathroom, at least for tonight. I told her we would come to get her at dinner time.”

Vicky was about to find Mandy when her twin brother Chris said, “I saw the look on her face, Vicky. You had the same one on your face when you headed to your bedroom to get some private time. Remember how bad you felt when you walked in on me while I was doing that too.”

“Oh,” Vicky said as she became very embarrassed. “I will talk to her after dinner.”

Vicky, Chris, and Robby went swimming in the indoor pool for a break from homework. No one had told Mandy that it was clothing optional, and the other three kids decided they weren’t wearing any. Robby got out of the pool and happened to be rock hard. Mandy stared at it when he happened to walk near her, so he stopped to let her look. Vicky poked Chris to get over to show her something for comparison. Mandy got to see a boy rub his dick to get it hard.

Vicky had gotten out of the pool, dried off a bit, and pulled on a robe. She got Mandy’s hand to pull her off into the house. They were whispering and giggling as they headed toward the back stairs to the bedrooms.

“That may have been more than Mandy was ready to see, boys. You didn’t do anything wrong, but you are like the first dicks she has seen other than her dad’s. She needs boys that are friends and nothing more right now. I know there is all the opportunity to do more without parents being right around the corner to walk in unexpectedly. No going off to playing doctor, mommies and daddies, or anything else with her, even if she initiates it. If she is insistent, find my mom or me. You know a pediatrician is here all the time, so you can let them know what is happening. They are trained to help with these things,” I told the boys.

Ronny joked, “David, I’m hurt. Vicky already read us the riot act about what she would do to us if we did more than let Mandy take a look from a distance in a shared open space with others around. When we were younger, she saw Chris and me naked, and we saw all of her too. All of us have hit puberty since then. Vicky only sent Chris over to show that his dick had grown since the last time.”

Robby went back to swim, but Chris whispered, “Vicky figured out that Mandy got horny after she got that her parents were going to be having sex because she wasn’t there. Mandy had to have seen her dad’s dick, probably hard sometimes, because their shower is like at our place. We’ve seen our mom and dad naked just because there wasn’t much we could do about it. Vicky wanted to give her other hard dicks to have on her mind instead. Can you grab Vicky after dinner to have the same talk with her that you did with Mandy? Dad had it with Ronny and me years ago, but mom hasn’t had any time to be alone with Vicky to do more than tell her where a dick goes, and that makes babies.”

He went to jump back in the pool after that.

Trudy was here with two girls from high school that needed a place to crash tonight. One just got her first period today and was freaking out because she didn’t know what was happening. That girl barely had a few straight hairs and buds the size of Mandy’s. I snuck off to find the pediatrician.

“I need a favor helping with some of the girls staying here tonight. Mandy is very naïve about her body, and questions came up in gym class that ended up with me having ‘The Talk’ with her. It was hinted that Vicky needed to get more than where things go and how she would get pregnant by doing that once she gets her period. I planned to chat quickly with her, but Trudy brought two girls that needed somewhere safe to crash. One I’ve seen swimming nude here. I know she just hit puberty in the last few months, but there is no question she already got her period way early. She is freaking out, so I didn’t want to make things worse. I tried to hug her to comfort her and got told to fuck off,” I explained. “This seems like something you know how to handle much better than I do. Plus, you are a woman and a doctor.”

She hugged me before saying, “You don’t know how much it means that you would come to seek me out with the number of kids you had before turning eighteen.”

“I don’t have the plumbing or hormones to have any real credibility,” I joked.

I got Vicky, Mandy, Trudy, and her guests into the room the doctor uses for chats and exams. I did have them wait while I got Ellen, Crimilda, and Dee to come over too.

Except for Trudy, all the other girls will have to learn about this soon anyway.

Trudy got banished from the room.

“The girls are going to be in there for a few hours. They told me to get Tee up here too. The doctor said Tee, Chris, and Ronny would get used as teaching aids about how boys develop in puberty. She told them all that it wouldn’t be fair to any guys the girls will meet for you to be part of their sex-ed class,” Trudy told me. “Not that I mind getting a refresher on that subject.”

“At least we don’t need to go get Dee,” I told her as he walked in the front door.

I teased him, saying, “There is a room of girls that want to see how you measure up to Chris and Ronny.”

“Do I have to do all the work, or will I be a hands-on teaching aid?” he joked right back.

Trudy answered, “You might not be so cocky once you get to work. She has some cutaway models.”

He headed to wait with Chriss and Ronny while Trudy took me upstairs.

After scratching her itch, so sat there playing with my slimy dick as she said, “I wasn’t kidding about the cutaways. She has one for girls at each stage of puberty. From a quick look, there was an insert that looked like a replaceable hymen ring. I expect they will give a live show of how quickly boys pop their corks. I saw rubbers too.”

When Trudy decided that her pussy was too sore for me to fuck her until I gave her one more load, we split up to shower in our bathrooms. That worked out well because Bambi had an itch, and she needed it to be scratched too. Her pussy could have kept going all night, but she said that her homework got her frustrated, and she wasn’t in the mood to do any Tai Chi tonight. Mr. Dick was a better solution.

“You are the best, David. You always know what I need to get over my funk,” Bambi said as she got dressed to return home.

Mom and dad asked me to come into their study to talk about today’s recent events.

“I wouldn’t have thought of you as being a teacher, David. The rumor mill is going crazy about how you’ve already stripped all the middle school girls and all the high school ones that have gym classes this year,” Mom said. “Trudy told me that after doing such a great job having ‘The Talk’ with Mandy at school, with her checking things out as you explained things, you chickened out when you got home.”

I gave her an angry look before saying, “I didn’t chicken out. I consulted with the pediatrician. One girl Trudy brought here for a safe place to crash got her period, and she just started puberty in the last month or two. I figured Vicky and Mandy needed to hear things from a woman and doctor. I have Ellen, Crimilda, and Dee too. If Trudy saw what she thought, there won’t be any cartoons showing how sex works inside a girl and woman.”

Dad turned to mom and said, “I told you those looked anatomically correct and functional cutaways of girls at various stages of development.”

“They aren’t exactly cutaways, dear,” mom replied. “One half is made from a transparent form of the same material used to make the other half. It also simulates becoming aroused, including being at body temp, secreting lubrication, and orgasms. At least if the model being used represents a stage of puberty where research shows it happening for girls at that point in their development.”

She did turn to me to ask, “Did you know that your foster care complexes are conducting studies on the children, which include sexual responses?”

“I found out unexpectedly when I came across some kids providing research data for some scientists that weren’t done in a clinical setting. After taking those children to the nearest foster care complex, more to keep things quiet for their families, I got told about my doctor’s research,” I explained. “They are collecting data regarding sexual development. I get that they want to determine an approximate time when boys start ejaculating sperm. Documenting orgasmic responses for boys and girls through puberty and beyond seems taboo. I only let them keep doing it because there is no sex allowed when doing their research. Paula checked the legality. She explained that this is part of multiple government studies. My foster care facilities have children from ten to eighteen from numerous ethnic backgrounds.”

“She told us, but I wanted to be sure you knew,” mom said.

Dad asked, “How is it that you are a teacher?”

“I was getting Ellen checked in and to pay her tuition. The assistant dean said they were in a bind after finding out that the old school grounds made kids sick and caused some to get the same type of cancer. Because Molly got the second building done before school started, the school had more classrooms too. I had planned to go hold up walls at the homes under construction. I don’t mind helping teach Honor’s Foreign Language classes. Being one of the girl’s gym coaches was a surprise. The clothes fairies had underwear, biking shorts, and gym clothes helped a lot. Not sure how long they will need me, but it will keep me close to home instead of going all over the world,” I told him.

“We are both proud of you for deciding to do something other than sitting around the house or go screwing around all over the world,” mom said.

I told them that Ellen would need my support as her adoptive father. I didn’t know if I would be a good teacher or if I would be working there for a week or the whole year. I didn’t have any urgent demands on my time.

They made some suggestions, including not being as “hands-on” with the girls when changing for class. Today was a one-off because of the need to get the girls who needed the correct sizes of bras, underwear, or biking shorts. People know I worked at the underwear store. That gave me the credibility to fit the girls in their new clothes.

About an hour later, Dee and Tee came to ask me to walk them home. After the sex education discussion with the pediatrician, both got lost in their thoughts. I could tell they were communicating over the twin link, even if they didn’t know it was there. Both seemed to enjoy the comfort of holding my hand as we walked in silence. We made three loops around the neighborhood before realizing it and said they were ready to go home now.