Just a Taste/Start/Day2/Interrupted/Oblivious/Lunch/PE
Andrew grumbled to himself as he headed out of the cafeteria, he was too busy with his own thoughts to notice the fact that the path had opened up to him or that the seating in the cafeteria had changed after he had left. He could not believe what was happening. His best friend had betrayed his trust and now was telling him to fuck his teacher. He could feel her, even now, in the back of his mind; he knew exactly where she was and exactly what she was feeling. She was confused, aroused and excited. With a growl he tossed his lunch in the trash and headed for the school gym.
Andrew entered the boy’s locker room and opened his locker. He pulled out a towel and his gym clothes and headed for the showers. It felt good to wash himself off, this was not the first time he took a shower before P.E., he often felt the need to cool off and relax and the feel of warm water running down his scalp was one of the most relaxing sensations he knew. This time however it did not have the desired effect. Instead of relaxing him, the feel of the shower only served to bring back memories of fucking Aaron’s mom in their shower. He gently stroked his cock as memories of the feel of her body against his and the pleasure of the moment almost overwhelmed him. With a grunt he came into the shower, the evidence of his activities washed down the drain, as the he stood their breathing heavily.
He quickly dried himself off and changed into his gym clothes in preparation for class. As he entered the gym he saw the female head coach Ms. Donaldson going through the ball racks, sorting them. He could not help staring at her toned ass as she bent over to grab a ball from the rack.
Andrew said hello to Ms. Donaldson to let her know he was in the gym and headed towards the bleachers to take a seat. Ms. Donaldson jumped as he said his hello and turned to face him. She was a good looking woman in her late twenties with long brown hair done up in a ponytail. She had a firm athletic figure and very kissable lips which almost always had a smile. “Oh good afternoon Andrew, you startled me, I did not realize anyone else was here.” She replied as she looked at the clock on the wall. “Aren’t you a bit early? Lunch does not get out for another hour.”
He shrugged as he stared around the gym at the murals of the rival schools in the district, and the championship banners for all the different state and national championships the school had won throughout the years. He noticed a large gap between the 1965 Championship and the next one in 1978. “I lost my appetite and did not feel like being around a lot of people, so I thought I’d come sit here until class.”
Ms. Donaldson frowned as she walked up to him and placed her hand on his forehead. “Are you ok, do we need to send you to the nurse?” She asked as she continued to press the back of her hand against his head. “You feel a little flushed and sweaty.”
Andrew looked up at her with another shrug. “Feel alright, just was not that hungry.” He replied as his eyes traveled down from her face to the inside of her shirt which had fallen open revealing her red lacy bra and some of her cleavage. As he took in the sight, he felt himself getting warmer and sweat started forming on his brow.
Ms. Donaldson stood up, taking a deep breath and looked down at Andrew. “Well you are free to stay here and wait.” She said as she stretched her arms above her head and then turned towards the girl’s locker room. “If you are going to stay, you can do me a big favor and sort the balls in the racks. Dodgeballs in the first rack, basketballs in the second and Volley balls in the third.”
Andrew got up from his seat and headed over to the racks as he watched Ms. Donaldson’s head out of the gym. He could not help but admire her ass in her tight gym shorts. It did not take him very long to finish sorting the balls and return to his seat on the bleachers. He sat there thinking about all the things that happened today, going over in his mind the events at the bus stop this morning, Drew’s and Mrs. Crabtree’s reactions to his actions in chemistry, and lastly the strange seating arrangement in the cafeteria. He could not wrap his mind around what was happening. There was no doubt about the effects of his saliva, Lacy, Aaron’s mother and Mrs. Crabtree all reacted the same. It also did not seem to matter if it was a lot or a little, other than how fast the connection solidified. Even now he could feel his connection to Mrs. Crabtree growing; the urge to go to her and her arousal was getting stronger as the day wore on. He was beginning to feel that Aaron might be right and that he may not be able to resist the temptation when the time came. He did not resist his sister’s offer, but then he felt that was more due to surprise than anything else. However when he fucked Aaron’s mother in the shower there was no resistance. He knew what he wanted and he took it without remorse.
Andrew’s thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the other students in his gym class. The boys went to one corner of the gym, and the girls to another. He stood up from where he was sitting and joined the boys in their lines for attendance. As they stood there waiting for Mr. Crocker to come out of the gym, Andrew did his best to ignore the glares from his fellow classmates.
The gym went silent as the doors to teacher’s offices opened and Mr. Crocker and Ms. Donaldson came walking out. The two were carrying on a conversation as they approached. Mr. Crocker nodded his head as they reached the two lines. Mrs. Donaldson smiled and then headed for her line as Mr. Cocker headed for the boys. They both took role and then requested the students to take seats in the bleachers.
Andrew took a seat in the bleachers, in the front row. Several of the boys going into the bleachers behind him obviously brushed against him and bumped him with their shoulders. Once everyone was settled, Andrew had a gap between himself and the boys around him; it was obvious that he was being shunned. Once everyone was settled, with the boys on one side and the girls on the other, the two gym teaches stood centered on the bleachers. Mr. Crocker motioned for Ms. Donaldson to begin. “It was your Idea.”
Ms. Donaldson gave Mr. Crocker a nod and a smile as she looked to the two groups of students. “We have decided to have some fun today. We are going to break everyone into four teams; each team will have ten minutes to design an obstacle course from anything they find in the Gym. Once the courses are designed each team will run the other three’s course. The team with the fastest overall time will have free period for the rest of the week. The team with the slowest time will have cleanup duty for the rest of the week.
The reaction to the announcement was mixed, with the athletic students cheering and the non-athletically inclined students groaning. Ms. Donaldson had all the students line up by last name, and then had each one shout out a number between one and four. Andrew found himself in group three, and to his surprise his group was almost entirely girls. The only other boys were John Franks and Josh Masters. John was one of the school’s academic elite with short black hair and thick rimmed glasses. Pimples covered his face and he stood about five foot six inches and weighed at least two hundred pounds. He was all brain and no brawn. Josh was one of the freshman basketball teams best shooters, almost six feet tall with a lean muscular frame.
Once the groups were formed, the gym was split into fourths and everyone was set loose to design an obstacle course with anything they could find within the Gym complex. Andrew headed for the mat room with a few of the girls in his group to drag out as many of the wrestling mats as they could, while John and Josh organized the stuff everyone brought in. When the time was up, group three was quite satisfied with the obstacle course they had built. It was complex and well designed, Josh and John had done well in their design based on what the rest had found.
Ms. Donaldson walked to the center of the Gym with a smile while Mr. Crocker sat on the bleachers and shook his head and chuckled to himself. “This is going to be quite interesting.”
Ms. Donaldson simply smiled in his direction and then instructed each group to select a member to instruct the other groups how to do the course and everyone else to move to the course to their left. Andrews’s group picked John to stay and run the course as it was primarily his design and he was the least athletic of the group. With a quick blow of her whistle the timer started on each group and Andrew ran through the first course as fast as he could. To his surprise he was one of the top five to finish the course. He had never been good with athletics, even against the girls. He also found the course to be quite enjoyable. As he stood at the end of the first course panting, he glanced at his group’s course and was happy to see that no one had finished it yet. His group completed each of the other two courses almost as fast as they had done with the first. Andrew was again in the top five on each. As he completed each course, Andrew could not help but notice that the girls in his group huddled around him, occasionally touching him, or flirting with him. He also noticed that the girls in the other groups appeared to become more and more distracted from the courses they were running, as he would finish and look around he would catch them staring at him instead of running their courses. Ms. Donaldson kept glancing in his direction as well and giving him sly grins and winks. In the end his team was announced as the winner hands down.
The Gym was flooded with the sounds of cheers and squeals of joy as the girls on his team jumped around in celebration. Team 1, which was another team of mostly girls, came in last and had clean up duty for the rest of the week. Andrew sat on the bleachers panting heavily from the exertion of their win, sweat dripped from his forehead and pooled on the ground in front of him. The four closest girls to him finished their celebration of their win and sat around him, quickly followed by any other girl within his general vicinity until there was no more room around him. The biggest surprise was the girl who dropped into his lap.
Alice Monroe started rubbing his shoulders from behind him. She was one of the freshman cheerleaders. Julie and Jessie MacMillan, twin blonds and the two smartest girls in the freshman class sat on either side of him, leaning their heads on his shoulders and purring, and sitting on his lap was Kelly Mandrell, a four foot three inch spitfire of a red head also known as Mankiller, though never to her face mind you. She had coined the phrase “There is nothing I need a man for.” When she dropped into his lap and lay her head on his chest, her left hand fell between his legs to discreetly stroke his hardening cock. “I can’t believe we won.” She said as she looked up at him, “You ran so well.”
Josh and John had their admirers as well, though nothing quite as extreme as those draping themselves on Andrew. The budding love fest was broken up by Mr. Crocker yelling for everyone to break it up and hit the showers. The girls reluctantly got up and headed out, Mr. Crocker simply shook his head. “Kids these days.” He said under his breath as he walked away ushering the boys to the locker room.
Andrew stood up from where he was sitting and started to follow him. “Hold on a second Andrew.” Ms. Donaldson said as she headed towards him.
Andrew stopped and turned toward her. She got closer and he noticed she was slightly flushed. She walked up to him and brushed the back of her hand against his forehead, whipping away some of the sweat that had collected there. “You did very well today, I don’t think I have ever seen you run so well or move so fluidly. You ever consider trying out for the track team?” She asked as she drew closer to him.
Suddenly she grabbed him by his back and pulled him against her, her voice grew very husky as she stared him directly in the eyes. “I really think you will do well. I would love to give you some private training.”
Andrew felt himself growing aroused as his hardening cock brushed against her. She grinned down at him her lips coming closer to his. His hand slid down to cup her firm ass and he gave it a squeeze. Just as they were about to kiss, Andrew had a moment of clarity and he pulled himself away from her. “Ms. Donaldson, we should not be doing this.” He said as he backed away from her. He could still feel her ass on his hand.
“It may be wrong, but it feels so right.” She replied as she once again approached him and brushed her fingers along his forehead and face.
- Accept her advances. Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 06:33, 29 August 2018 (CEST)