After School Special

I was running late

That wasn’t anything new of course. I wish I could say it was but I wouldn’t have fooled anyone. Absentminded they called me, forgetful, hell my wife would have just said I was an idiot plain and simple. Back in the day I laughed it off even would have gone so far as to flirt and remind her she had married a so called “idiot”…..

We were far past that

It was her fault I was late. At some point in the night she made the choice to leave our bed and go see her “boy toy”. Her car was in the shop which meant mine was elected to ferry the lovebird over to the fucktards apartment. My having to work the next day was nothing more than an afterthought a minor speed bump in her plan.

Imagine my surprise when I woke the next morning greeting the day with my usual explosive “fuck” before uttering another one when I found out what transpired. I liked to get as much sleep as possible before greeting the day so my morning became a mad dash to get ready and get myself to the bus in time. I barely had the time to give her a proper cursing! So far my only message to my darling was a simple F U text message that didn’t do my anger justice.

“Keep the change Bob” I murmured pushing a few bucks towards the bus driver as I grabbed my beat up old guitar case. Me and Bob were old friends the kind of friends you could only be after seeing one of you at your worst. The man had seen me in all sorts of different flavors, drunk, angry, and hungover.

He even served as my priest sometimes……

I hopped down the faded yellow steps of the buss and out onto the crisp fall air. A few leaves floated by falling from the great big oak tree that marked the entrance to the high school I had worked at for almost 15 years. My tweed petticoat flapped in the window licking my long legs as I moved my guitar case from one hand to the other. I ran a hand through my salt and pepper hair wincing as I realized that in my haste I didn’t shave the rough five o clock shadow from my face. I picked at my simple white button-down shirt frowning as I noticed the way it hung on my body evidence that I hadn’t been taking proper care of myself again.

“Need to eat better” I murmured to myself though I somehow knew that wouldn’t stick.

Some students passed me by murmuring a good morning Mr. Oakman before continuing to chat amongst themselves. I didn’t bother to answer back instead reaching out and clasping my wire rimmed glasses with my long fingers. I sat my case down reaching into my coat and ignoring my pack of cigarettes as I pulled out a simple cloth and began to clean my glasses. I hadn’t had a chance to take a breath and enjoy the scent of fall so I did it not breathing in deeply and closing my eyes….

“Jimmy!”

“Shit” I murmured reluctantly opening my eyes and watching as our fat fuck of a principal run up. Mr. Olson always reminded me of a frog stuck halfway between animal and human. The way he jumped when he moved to his fat plump body and distinct lack of hair on his head. When he burped (which he did often) he damn near croaked!

“Riding the bus again huh?” Olson asked a knowing gleam in his eyes I didn’t care for as he huffed and puffed and moved to stand next to me “How are things at home?”

“Oh same old same old” I responded the same response I gave him EVERY time he asked.

I wasn’t one for sharing my business especially when said business made me look like a sad washed up man.

“I see” Olson said not believing me but not calling me out on it. I guess he thought he was doing me a favor…..

“Mrs. Kramer bothering me again” He murmured rolling his eyes as he stood next to me “Bemoaning about her back again how she can’t move up all those steps in this weather”

“So, move her” I replied watching the students and not really paying attention.

“And have the bitch closer to me? I don’t think so” He remarked his eyes zeroing in on a pair of girls walking by in short skirts and tapping away on their phones.

“Fucking A…. They sure don’t make young eighteen years old like they did in our days huh Jimmy?”

I wanted to remind him I was at least fifteen years older than him and therefore didn’t know HOW they made them back in his day. At the same time, however I knew what he meant. In the day of texting and YouTube and all the other electronic noise there was a new breed of young women. The breed of “if you got it flaunt it”, the breed of women who flaunted and celebrated their sexuality instead of repressing it, and the day where a man didn’t need to search very far to find an eyeful to look at.

The romantic and English teacher in me couldn’t help but imagine how the men of old would handle it. If men were willing to kill and go to war for women in demure dresses what would they do for the women of today? Would they have even been able to handle it?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I finally said reaching down and picking up my case.

“Yeah yeah sure you don’t” Olson chuckled shaking his head as the warning bell began to toll “Says the man with the all eighteen-eighty percent female class”

“Best be getting to said class Jimmy” Olson remarked clapping my shoulder before he began to follow after the throng of kids “Come see me on your lunch break I got something I want to talk to you about”

“Sure” I said mentally groaning my plans to go track down my wife and get my truck back going out the window.

I made my way to my class room moving through and weaving my way in and out of the crowd of the young men and woman that made up Johnson High School. Most of them greeted me by name favoring me with a kind smile and a good morning. I was something of a favorite in the school not that there was much competition to begin with. Still it was one of the few things that made me smile nowadays besides my music.

The frog’s comments dogged me as I made me way down the white halls and faded gray corridors. With my wife having left me for…. Younger flavor the temptation to do the same was always in the back of my head.

It didn’t help my class was all seniors… filled with eighteen-year-old fresh faced young women just like the frog had made sure to mention.

Women who were just waiting for a man like me to show them around….

That was pig headed and egotistical but a thought I couldn’t quite shake. Was there a girl like that in the school? A girl on the cusp of adult hood just waiting for a sexual awakening?

I shook my head dispelling the thoughts as I made my way up to my class room on the second floor. Those were the perverted fantasies of men like principal frog.

And they were simply the dreams of dirty old men.

I reached my class room coming in just behind the final two students that made up my class of fifty. I closed the door behind me nodding at several of my students as I made my way to my good old wooden desk. I patted it fondly setting my guitar case down and pulling my tweed jacket off. I pulled at my tie loosening it and rolling my shoulders as I took a step forward.

My wife liked to say this was my work up to the main event. By her own words the only time I truly became the man of her dreams was when I was in a class room. If she was drunk enough she would even rant saying it was undeniable proof I only cared about my students. I was too good at my job she would say pouting and slurring her words.

Funny enough I never tried to make her feel better about that.

I picked the ball off of my desk tossing it in my hands as the class quitted down and paid attention. I took a few minutes to stare them down back promising each of them with my eyes before I made my decision. When the throw came it came fast whipping out my hand and sailing to the back of the room.

Barker caught it just barely with the tip of his fingers. He held it up triumphantly the football player celebrating as if he had just scored a touchdown. I liked that, I liked that everyone in my class wanted to be there.

“Alright Mr. Barker” I said smiling as I went over to the old record player on my desk and carefully set it up “What are we listening to today?”

“Let me get my man Sinatra” Came his reply followed by some whoops.

“Sinatra it is” I chuckled pulling out the vintage record and sliding it in. I dropped the needle and turned humming and waving my hands to the beat as the smooth decadent jazz and swing music rushed into the class room. My long graceful fingers began to pluck at the air playing on my imaginary guitar as I moved around the class room.

“Life Love Death and Music” I called out smiling at the class as they pushed their text books back into their bags.

“Don’t forget sex!” Someone called from the back accompanied by some more whooping

“Yeah well they don’t let me teach that” I replied back chuckling with the others. My eyes swept across the young females around the class room once more and one thought strayed into the back of my mind as I began to teach the days lesson.

If only they did….

She reached the classroom, heard the music even before she opened the door and walked in to see her teacher playing air guitar as he walked around the room, ‘don’t know why I rushed,’ she thought to herself as she smiled at the students that looked towards her when she walked in a few minutes late and as her teacher saw her she offered a, “sorry I’m late,” as she took her seat.

***

When earlier she had awoke and seen the time she had pushed the covers back on the bed and sat up, groaning as she turned over and looked at the sleeping body next to her, “why didn’t you set the alarm,” she said as she reached out putting her hand on his arm and nudging him as she got up and walked around the bedroom naked. Giselle yawned as she walked into the bathroom turning on the light and looking at herself in the mirror, she was short, only 5’3”, slender with only B-cups that she ran her hands over briefly before she turned and walked back out into the bedroom to pick up her clothes from around the bedroom floor. Quickly dressing she shouted a ‘Bye’ as she walked out the door and stepped across the hallway and unlocked the door to the apartment where she lived, walking in she locked the door once more as she went straight into her bedroom and got ready for class.

Her neighbor was married, his wife travelled a lot for her work and whenever she had the chance too, between his wife and her own parents chances were few and far between but with her parents on vacation and his wife away she had spent the night there last night and had told him before she fell asleep to turn on the alarm as she needed to be awake for class in the morning, now Giselle cursed as she quickly showered and dressed and got ready knowing already she was going to be late. She wore a tight shirt and skin tight jeans that left a strip of skin between the shirt and her jeans, just below her belly button. Her red hair had recently received some blonde highlights and she brushed it as she stood in front of her mirror, her green eyes were framed underneath with freckles, her ears had a number of piercings and when she spoke the glimmer of a tongue piercing was
visible which was today hidden behind glossed lips.

***

Giselle sat down and smiled across at Dani, her best friend who she always sat next to and always hung out with. As she sat back Giselle looked over and saw Dani smiling at her and as Mr. Oakman continued to practice his air guitar skills with his back to the two of them Dani leaned over slightly.

“Have fun,” she said softly, laughing as she did.

Dani was the only person that knew about him and Giselle smiled as she nodded, “idiot didn’t set the alarm this morning.” She said as the both of them sat back in there seats just as Mr. Oakman turned around and dropped the air guitar, his arms going down to his sides.

“Nice of you to join us Giselle” I said catching her as she entered the class room. There were a few light laughs at her expense before the room finally died down. I let her get settled before I finally cleared my throat and began the class.

I was on a roll

Maybe it was because I was able to transfer my anger at my bitch of a wife to my teaching skills, or maybe it was because I was just in my natural element but the next forty-five minutes led to some of my best teaching yet. I regaled the class room with tales from romance and passion. I drew in the girls in my class talking to them about smoldering men with passion for women. The boys were just as easy they loved a good murder or male on male fight scenes. Whoever said literature for girls was not reading the right books!

I moved around the class room as I talked occasionally letting someone take the floor. I walked them through the lines having the men exclaim and try talking to the girls in the class with old style English. I laughed with them teasing them in a good-natured way and making sure it was fun. All too soon the bell rang out through the room causing the students to groan. I smiled at that pleased that my students loved my class that much.

“All right everyone” I said talking to them all as they got up “See you guys tomorrow. Giselle if you could please stay”

I made sure she understood before letting the class file out. Once they were all gone I moved going over to the door and closing it. My hands moved to the lock twisting it and securing the door before turning to her.

“You know I keep things pretty loose” I said trying to keep my tone light “But even I have to have you come to class on time… What’s going on?”

Class seemed to go by fairly quickly as before she knew it it was over and she was packing up her books when Mr. Oakman spoke and told her to stay behind. After the usual jeers and laughs from the others and sitting back down as she watched everyone filling out but her as she watched her teacher walk over to the door closing it as he turned back to her and walked over asking her ‘what’s going on?’

“Oh nothing, just forgot to set my alarm for this morning,” Giselle said sitting back a little as he sat on one of the desks close by. “Sorry I missed your air guitar set,” she added with a smile.

Getting up from her seat she reached out and put a hand on her bag, picking it up as she turned to her teacher, “actually, it was my boyfriend who forgot to put the alarm on, I was at his last night and well…you know, and this morning I woke up and the idiot hadn’t even turned it on.” She smiled as she walked past him, brushing gently against him. “I’ll be on time from now on, promise.” Giselle said as she reached the door and turning the handle found that it wouldn’t open. She tried a second time before she saw the lock and reached for it turning it and hearing the lock click undone as she looked back at Mr. Oakman who still sat on the same desk but had turned around to face her.

“Is it school policy to look the doors when you are alone with a student?” Giselle asked with a slight smile as she put her hand on the hand and pushed it down, the door coming open. Pulling the door open Giselle stepped out, “see you around, sir,” she said as she stepped out into the corridor, Dani leaning against the wall by the door was waiting for her.

The rest of the day passed by without incident and even though she didn’t have class all of the afternoon she spent some of her time in the library and by the time she had finished and had decided to head back home most of the other students had already left for the day. Dani had stopped by in the library earlier and they had chatted and arranged plans for later, Dani was going to come around to Giselle’s and they would order some food to eat but she had netball practice first and so Dani said she would head over after that. As Giselle walked back through the school on her way out she happened past Mr. Oakman’s room and happened to hear the same music she had heard this morning when she was late, as she walked past she glanced in and saw once again her teacher practicing his air guitar skills. She’d almost walked past but stopped and turned and stood in the doorway, after watching a few second she walked in and when Mr. Oakman saw her he stopped as Giselle stepped into the classroom, she reached for the door, closing it behind her and then with a smile on her face she locked it as she turned back to face her teacher.

“You to” I called out to her as she opened the door and moved to leave. My eyes flickered down running down the curve of her back and settling on her ass. My tongue flicked out running against my lower lip as my cock throbbed in my pants.

“Damn it frog” I murmured cursing the principal. Why did he have to share his lewd thoughts with me?

I reached down running a hand over the bulge in my pants. My cock throbbed in response eagerly pressing against the simple black slacks I was wearing. I debated spending the rest of my break locked in my office furiously masturbating and bringing some much-needed relief. The idea of doing something so taboo in my office only made my cock harder!

“What is wrong with me” I said shaking my head in disgust. I ignored my throbbing cock instead deciding to tackle the mound of homework on my desk until my remaining class. I finished just as my next class came in and I spent the rest of my morning teaching and doing my best to ignore my own perverted mind.

Eventually the lunch bell rang and I went to Principal Frogs office. His secretary Ms. Pulinski directed me to sit and I waited for several minutes for the principal to finish with his meeting. The door finally opened ten minutes later spilling out a pretty brunette girl who quickly rushed by without so much of a second glance. I watched her as she left noting the way her skirt was bunched up and trying my best not to make the connection.

“Come on in!” Frog called a little too loudly to be normal.

I quickly moved stepping and shutting the door behind me. My eyes took in his office trying to find something that would give me insight into what had been going on mere moments ago. Nothing looked out of place that I could see yet….

My nostrils flared up taking in the heady scent of what smelled like female arousal.
It couldn’t be….

Could it?

“What did you do?” I hissed narrowing my eyes as I marched over to the desk

“That girl-“

“Was eighteen” Frog countered a pleased look on his face “Of age not that we’ve had sex yet”

“But I can smell-“

“I spanked her” Frog said his tone giddy and pleased “And she got off on it!”

I blinked stunned and taken aback by Frog’s words. He spanked her?

And she got off on it?

“That’s Annabelle Rowes” Frog explained the pleased smirk not leaving his face “trouble maker she was brought into my office today for causing a disruption in class. So I am doing the usual yelling and all that good stuff and she fights back spouting the usual teen revolution nonsense. So finally I snap. I force that girl to bend over the desk and I spank her with this”

He reached for the ruler on his desk grabbing it as if it was some grand weapon of might. He practically thrust it into my face as if it was some prize worth sharing.
“She gets all quite as I spank her” He said his voice quivering with pleasure as I backed away “It was just like in one of those naughty stories online! She began to drip on my desk and moan! It was all I could do not to pull my cock out and fuck her! I stopped and she practically ran out as meek as a kitten!”

“Aren’t you afraid she is going to tell someone?” I countered my mind refusing to believe his story.

“So what if she does!” Frog countered even as a hint of fear flashed in his eyes “You know the last time I had anything remotely sexual happen to be? Three years ago! You know how often were forced to see the girls prance around here in their “demure” skirts and school girl uniforms? EVERY DAMN DAY! I’m tired of looking and not touching!”

“You’re an idiot” I hissed backing up “She could say you raped her! She probably has bruises on her ass!”

I turned reaching for the door and practically ripping it open. I heard him shout something but I ignored it slamming the door behind me and startling the poor elderly secretary. I kept my eyes down as I moved through the hall practically running back down to my class room.

Once I was back in my room I shut the door behind me. I paced the room for several seconds clenching and unclenching my hand as I tried to calm down. The image, of the girl and the ruler refused to budge. It was like it was burned into my eyes an endless loop of eroticism that threatened to push me over the edge.

“He was lying” I tried to tell myself even though I didn’t believe it for a second. Because I knew Frog, knew he wouldn’t lie about something like this. Because I saw the pleasure in his eyes. The pleasure that said “I got away with it”.

But… girls weren’t like that! At least none I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. This wasn’t some fantasy world! Where girls were secretly naughty little vixens who were just waiting for a strong older man to take them and show a little discipline! This wasn’t a world where I could cheat on my wife find a young girl and “trade up”.

“Stop it” I murmured pinching the bridge of my nose. I was a teacher! A respected one! I was loved by all my classes! I had even earned a few teachers of the year awards in my time.

I couldn’t do this.

My phone beeped vibrating in my pocket. I quickly dug it out my hands shaking ever so slightly as I hit the home button. My notifications popped up revealing a text from my wife that I furiously opened.

Going to take the car and go camping with Brice for the weekend.

Don’t wait up


I starred at it a deadly calm filing me. I realized with some degree of fear that I reached a level of anger that LITERALLY brought on an eerie sense of calm. It was almost surreal like something out of a cartoon and not real life. The urge to kick and scream or hunt them down left me and my mind went blank.

It was at that moment that the door opened behind me. I wiped around the phone in my hand shaking as I regarded Giselle. My eyes widened in shock when I realized it was her.

"Giselle" I said my voice hoarse with anger and the husk of desire "Is there something I can do for you?"

Giselle stood with her back to the locked door smiling and as he asked her if there was something she wanted she merely shook her head. “I just heard the same song from earlier as I walked by, peaked in and saw you doing your air guitar again.” She took a few steps over towards him seeing that he still held his phone in his hand in mid-air, “bad news?” she asked nodding towards the phone as she walked over and took her usual seat that she took in his class every week. “You can carry on if you want,” she said as she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone.

Whilst she texted Dani who was still in netball practice she had looked up and seen Mr. Oakman go back to his air guitar, walking around the room, in between the empty desks as he played to the music. Giselle smiled a little as she watched him while she put her phone down on her desk, only to pick it back up almost instantaneously as it beeped to signal another message had been received. “I should go,” Giselle suddenly announced as she pushed back in her seat and put her phone in her bag, “I’m meeting up with Dani tonight.” She added, as she stood and made her way to the front of the classroom where he now stood.

On the first desk in the middle of the classroom was a ruler and as she walked past she picked it up and held it up in the air, “look like someone left something,” she said as she walked up to him and put it on his desk, “here have a ruler, you never know when you might need one,” Giselle added as she put it down and she saw him look down to the ruler and then back towards her. “Well I guess I will see you later,” and with that she walked towards the door, “have fun with your air guitar.” With a look back to her teacher and a smile she unlocked the door and opened it stepping out as she let the door slowly close behind her as she walked out of the building and headed back home.

***

The rest of her night had passed quickly, Dani had come around and they had sat up until late gossiping and eating pizza until they knew they had to sleep because of more classes the next morning. At least today she was not late for her class, early even, Giselle thought to herself as she walked in heading to her first class, as she rounded a corner she almost walked straight into Mr. Oakman who was coming the other way, “oh sorry,” she offered with a smile as she stepped to the side and carried on, though seeing him did bring back memories from last night. After Dani had gone to sleep and she had climbed into bed Giselle had laid there thinking about her teacher, so much so that before she went to sleep last night she had masturbated to the idea that he would have sex with her at her desk in his classroom. Now though as she saw him again she thought, that no way would him or any teachers do that with the girls at this school and with her thoughts going back to her teacher she headed to her first class.