The Garrettsville Golden Boy Returns Home (with Alice2015)

[Fauxnication]

As Josh Miller pulled into the nearly-vacant Garrettsville High School parking lot on an August morning, he got that familiar feeling in his stomach.

It was a nervous energy, similar to what he felt every Friday night a mere six years ago when he lined up under center for the Panthers. Back then, he was on center stage in front of tens of eyes of college football coaches. Now, his new job would have him in front of a classroom, teaching U.S. Government to the senior classes of Garrettsville High.

It wasn't supposed to be this way -- Josh was a prized recruit and had his pick of schools. Upon choosing the University of Michigan, some pundits were already proclaiming him to be the best Wolverine quarterback since a certain six-time Super Bowl champion...and he hadn't even played a down yet!

However, dreams of playing on Sundays and the money that came with it were unfortunately dashed by a fluke injury during his first practice in Ann Arbor. Even with the help of modern technology, Josh's rehab didn't go well enough to give him a shot to reclaim his spot atop the depth chart. A new blue-chip recruit supplanted him, and Josh was left to find a new career path.

Not wanting to give up the game he loved, he earned a degree in education. When an opening came up at Garrettsville, he jumped at it -- it was a chance to return to the familiar surroundings of home, plus he'd be able to serve as an assistant coach for the team he led just six short years ago.

Wearing a red polo shirt and a pair of black dress slacks -- the school's colors -- Josh strolled through the doors and past the main office, giving a smile and a wave to Mrs. Franklin, the longtime school secretary. He had been on the job for about a month now, and he was pretty comfortable being recognized as part of the staff.

Josh walked down the hallways he used to roam before stopping outside his classroom door. It belonged to Coach Bradford, Josh's old position coach. Coach Bradford retired over the summer, opening up the position that Josh assumed. Josh unlocked the door and opened it, then turned on the lights.

This room was his for "as long as he wanted it," as he was told during his interviews.

He carried his bags over to his desk in the corner, placing them against the wall, then sat down at his desk. With about an hour before the students were set to arrive, Josh gave himself enough time to make final arrangements for the first day's lesson...and maybe he'd have some time to mingle with his colleagues.

 

[Alice2015]

Chastity Givens was sitting in the Teachers Lounge chatting with some of the other teachers and sucking down hot, black tea for the necessary caffeine jolt. She'd been teaching here at Garrettsville High since 2013, the year the new assistant football coach had graduated.

Josh Miller...

Chastity found it absolutely amazing that the one time Big Man On Campus was back inside these walls again, and this time as a teacher, too. She'd only just heard the news this morning when one of the other veteran teachers said they'd seen him out working this year's potentially Championship winning team on the practice field.

Her memories of Josh Miller were … well, the best word was unsettling. When she'd first met him, she was a shy, still somewhat naïve, barely 21 year old Business Education Department Teacher's Assistant; Josh had been a recently turned 18 year old hunk who spent far too much time in "stretch-woven" uniforms that hugged his muscular legs and ass like a second skin. (His athletic cup prevented her from seeing the true shape and size of his manhood when he was heading to or from the field, but there had been enough times that he hadn't yet donned it that she'd seen the real Josh Miller. She'd often gone home after a long day of grading papers and formulating lesson plans, only to quickly find her hands between her thighs, imagining the BMOC's face in her crotch as she explode in blissful orgasm.

And now he was here at Garrettsville High--

Oh, Christ! Chastity's brain screamed as she looked toward the Lounge's entrance. And now he was here at Garrettsville High … in this room!

"Josh Miller!" one of the veteran teachers said as he saw the new teacher and coach step into view. The man -- Geometry teacher, Harland Kimmel -- strode over toward Josh with his hand extended, chuckling as he explained, "Come in, come in. You're a teacher now, so it's allowed."

Chastity sat there with a nervous shiver running up her back. Holy moly, she thought, looking him over without seeming to be looking him over. The boy has become a man. Hell, he was already a man … but … Jesus, Josh...

Harland was introducing the new staff member to some of the other teachers; although he was one of the nicest, more respectful people you would ever meet, the math teacher was an Old School sort of guy and introduced each of the dozen or so men and women as Mister, Missus, or Miss this or that. Each of them took Josh's hand, and without exception each of them also filled in their given name, verifying to the young man that they were all friends and equals now, particularly here in the Teachers Lounge.

Josh would surely remember most of the veterans by name, face or both -- Garrettsville wasn't that big a school -- but there were three new faces as well. Harland turned the new instructor toward Chastity, asking, "And I don't remember, Josh ... did you graduate before Miss Givens here joined out little family?

Chastity stood up and offered her hand. She was still barefoot -- she hadn't yet broken in her new shoes and her feet ached -- so at barely 5'4", she had to look up to smile to the taller Josh Miller.

"Chastity," she corrected the introduction. She took his hand and felt another shiver race up her spine. Gooseflesh exploded up and down her arms and in other places Josh thankfully couldn't see. She glanced toward Harland, then back to Josh as she again corrected the math instructor, "And it's neither Miss nor Givens anymore."

She raised her right hand, the back of it to Josh while waggling her fingers; the overhead light sparkled off the carat sized diamond set in a cluster of tiny but also sparkling baguettes.

"It's MacPhee now," she said, clarifying as she chuckled a bit, "With and 'a' and a 'p-h'."

"Sorry," Harland apologized

Before he could explain, Chastity detailed, "We only got married this past June, and we eloped to the Bahamas, so … it's new to everyone here."

Chastity realized suddenly that she was a bit disappointed to have to tell the young hunk that she was taken. Oh, it wasn't as if they were going to go out to the parking lot at lunch and test the shock absorbers of her new Mercedes or anything. But, she couldn't help but think that if she wasn't hitched, she might just very well finally fulfill that fantasy of having Josh Miller cum inside her while she screamed out in ecstasy.

 

[Fauxnication]

After coming to the quick realization that yes, everything was ready to go for this morning, Josh stood from his desk and walked to the teachers' lounge. It was still a strange feeling knowing that he had access to this room whenever he wanted after years of being on the outside.

He was greeted right outside the door by Mr. Kimmel, a tough, old-school type who Josh enjoyed when he was in his geometry class his sophomore year. He was kind but firm to his students, a teaching manner that Josh planned to assume with his own students.

Mr. Kimmel quickly went through introductions, although they weren't needed in most cases -- Josh knew most of the faculty, and vice versa.

As Mr. Kimmel introduced Josh to Miss Givens, or Mrs. MacPhee, or rather just Chastity, Josh smiled. The young woman was just an assistant when Josh was taking Business Education, but now it appeared she was one of his full-time colleagues.

He sure wasn't arguing.

"It's so nice to see you again, Miss -- er, Chastity," Josh corrected himself mid-sentence while shaking the young woman's hand. His eyes took a mental snapshot of the young woman, even more attractive than he remembered. "And congratulations on getting married," he added, though he left out how much of a shame it was that they couldn't get to know each other...better.

Josh filled his water jug (he wasn't a coffee drinker) and made small talk with his colleagues before heading back to his room.

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The first morning of classes flew by, and Josh was one of the lucky teachers with an open period following lunch, meaning he had an extended lunch break. With not much to do, he decided to pay a visit to a teacher who wasn't around during the morning 'meet and greet' in the teachers' lounge.

He made the walk down the hallway toward her room, one that he had taken so many times in the years before. Lightly rapping at her open door, he offered the woman a smile.

"Hey, Mrs. Young."

 

[Alice2015]

Michelle was heading out for the lunch break when a male voice called from the classroom's open door, "Hey, Mrs. Young."

She looked up, expecting to find one of her students. She did, in a manner of speaking. And a chill ran up Michelle's spine at the meeting that she had both been eagerly awaiting and reluctantly dreading all day long.

Six years ago, Michelle had been Josh's AP Physics teacher, as well as one of the counselors for some of the school- and community-based events and organizations in which he participated. She'd found herself spending more time around him than she did her own husband. And she'd found herself becoming more sexually attracted to the then-18 year old beauty of a man than she ever had with another man before, including her husband of more than a decade.

Michelle thought Josh had had similar feelings. She was younger than she was now, obviously; she was more beautiful and fresh and lively than she was now, not that she wasn't each of those today, six years later. Other students had take a romantic or at least sexual interest in her before. But Michelle had never had such an interest in any of those previous men.

She did for Josh. It concerned Michelle.

And she had to bring it to an end, before she found herself betraying her oaths to her husband and her school … and to Josh Miller, to whom -- like all her students -- she had sworn to help prepare them for the world that lay ahead of them. And fucking a teenage student who she knew she would then have to cast aside -- for both of their sakes -- would have been the greatest betrayal of all.

So, ten day's before he was to graduate, Michelle simply disappeared from the campus. The then-principal came made an announcement to her students that Michelle had had a family emergency in another state, that she'd have a substitute filling out the year, and that she would most definitely be back again in September.

Michelle did, in fact, leave the state. She had to; if she didn't she might have decided she was making too big a deal out of this. She would have returned to school, completed the term, and risked pulling Josh Miller into some dark corner and pressing her mouth to his, telling him that she wanted to be his lover.

And now, here they were, both back in Garrettsville High again … together.

"Hello, Mister Miller," Michelle said with a playful smile as she neared him. She added as she reached a hand out to him, "I guess I can call you Josh now … and you can call me Michelle. Welcome back."

 

[Fauxnication]

Josh's smile widened as Mrs. Young greeted him with that playful smile and an extension of her hand.

Since they had spent so much time together during his senior year, he felt this...connection with this woman. Mrs. Young seemed to be in all of the activities that Josh took part in outside of football, which were actually rare. When she left abruptly prior to his graduation, he wondered why but never had a chance to discuss it. It nagged at him that he never got to say goodbye, but after a year or so at Michigan, the crush he had harbored on her had fizzled out.

Now he was getting a chance to work with her and be around her again, which filled him with joy -- joy that was evident in the way he approached her.

"Thank you, Michelle," he said in a teasing way, just as she had called him by his new proper name. "It's nice to be home, and very nice to see you again. I hope everything's well?"

 

[Alice2015]

"Everything is very well," she said without hesitation, even though it really wasn't. She repeated those last words with feigned sincerity, "Very well."

In reality, the last handful of years had been a roller coaster like event for Michelle. Unrelated to Josh's departure for University, Michelle's marriage had begun falling apart that same summer when she'd learned that her husband of 12 years had been cheating on her almost from the time they'd exchanged vows.

She'd been afraid to confront Jacob about his infidelity, fearful of what would become of her happy life. And it had been a happy life, despite Jake's need to put his dick into the holes of other women.

Michelle's husband had been and still was today a powerful, high priced corporate attorney, and as such he brought home an annual salary in the high six figures. But it wasn't as if Michelle's happiness was just about money. Jake had been a wonderful, kind, and generous husband. He was understanding, too, as he'd shown by sticking with and continuing to whole heartedly love Michelle even after she'd learned that she would never be able to make him a father.

The confrontation part of the infidelity issue, though, was handled when Michelle came home one night from a cancelled school function to find Jake sitting on the end of his bed getting his cock sucked … by another man!

The two of them separated for a period, talking almost daily about how to move forward. They talked divorce, but neither of them wanted that. So, they'd decided to stay together, apart. They continued living in their McMansion in the West Hills but in separate quarters. Over time, they'd each adopted new habits that had resulted in them rarely seeing one another.

They were still cordial when they came face to face; Jake had even kept up his habit of giving his wife a kiss on the cheek when -- if -- he saw her in the morning. And they continued to make appearances at the public functions of which the other spouse was a functioning member or guest. But other than that, they had been living almost entirely separate lives for the better part of the last 6 years.

It wasn't the happiest of situations, but it was the best Michelle was going to get. She dreaded the thought of being known as a divorcee, as the former Missus Jacob Connors. And to have people learn that she and Jake had split because she hadn't been able to satisfy his sexual urges...? Unacceptable.

Avoiding the shame hadn't been the only thing Michelle got out of her new arrangement with her cheating husband. She'd wanted to punish him somehow, in a way that would hurt him but not expose him for what he was. So, they came to a financial arrangement: every month for as long as they remained married, Jake put $8,000 into a bank account in Michelle's name, and she took that money out at will and spent it on anything she wanted.

No one at the school knew anything about Michelle's strange marital situation, of course. A stipulation for her monthly payment had been that she keep her secret to herself.

"Walk with me, Josh," Michelle said, curling out around him and heading for the classroom's exit. "I have somewhere I have to be, and lunch is only 50 minutes long."

As they entered the hallway, she said, "Tell me what you've been up to. I lost track of you after you left for University. They say you suffered an injury or something."

As she listened to what Rick did or didn't want to say about the different direction his life had taken, Michelle walked him to the back entrance of the building. She scanned her ID card to deactivate the Intruder Alarm that would sound otherwise, then exited into the Staff parking lot. There, parked just yards away, was her newest and latest toy.

Ever since the release of "Tomorrow Never Dies" in 1997, people had been telling Michelle that she was practically a twin for one of the film's Bond Girls, actress Michelle Yeoh, who'd played the Chinese spy and all around bad ass, Wai Lin. Michelle -- the teacher, not the actress -- had even dressed as the Bond Girl for a school Halloween party that October and then again for the Chicago Comicon the year after that.

Michelle had always loved motorcycles, and she'd always coveted the BMW R1200C made famous in the movie when Bond and Wai Lin raced it through the streets of Ho Chi Minh City. So, she'd found one of the rare bikes for sale in London and used some of her Shame on you money from Jake to buy it and have it shipped all the way here on the other side of The Pond.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: I messed something up, so I removed the last paragraph from the previous post and added it here with the correction, written below in blue.)

She saw Josh's reaction as she unlocked one of the lockers under the building's eaves, removed a helmet from it, and stuck her key in the bike's ignition. She looked to the bike again, then back to Josh, and smiled. She reached back into the locker to remove a second helmet, then flipped down the back rest to create a second, smaller, less comfortable but still functioning seat behind her own. She asked him with a bit of a wicked smile, "Wanna take a ride?"

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: For anyone following out story who read the previous two posts prior to 11 April 2019, I radically changed post #6. If you read it before this date, you will need to read it over.)