College Interruptus

Chapter Five

Educational Efforts

It was Monday, my first day as a schoolteacher and I didn’t have to walk far to work. I set up the textbooks for each grade on two tables on one side of the room. Then I marked up a copy of Mark Twain’s classic, Tom Sawyer.

I had decided that my class would read daily from it and when it was done we’d go on to another classic. I was quite pleased with myself for the idea and I penciled in the name of each student beside the paragraphs he or she was to read. The older students were naturally given longer portions to read.

School was scheduled to start at 9 AM and shortly before then the pupils began to arrive. I pretended to be engrossed in the paperwork on my desk, preferring to wait until all were seated before I introduced myself. I’d assigned seats to each with the students grouped by grade and I put names on the assigned desks. Finally I counted twelve occupied desks so I knew that all were there.

“Welcome back,” I began. “My name is Joe Aspen but tradition requires that you call me Mr. Aspen even at those times when you’re mad at me and would like to call me something else. I don’t have a lot of teaching experience but I have 14 years of studenting experience and I hope that, along with this big book they gave me will cause all of you to learn.” At that point I held up the thick Course of Study book that outlined in some detail what each grade was to be taught,

I said a lot more but finally told them to pick up their textbook, mark their names inside and cross out the names of the previous owners. “After you’ve done all that go back to your seat and I’ll tell you what more is in store for you today.

What do they put in the water? As the students picked up their books I sat back and watched them. Except for Fuyu, my Japanese student, they were all really well endowed in the breasts department. None seemed to equal Deepa’s mammarial magnificence but even little 13 year old Janet had what looked like DD jugs.

I looked especially closely at Julia Whittier. Damn! It would be a crying shame if she dedicated what appeared to be a superb body to same sex relationships. Even though I couldn’t enjoy her most intimate connection it pained me that some other male could not.

“Now for the bad news. I won’t keep you here all day but today we’re going to kick off a daily event, a reading from classical literature. And you guys will do the reading. Our first Classic is To Sawyer and I suspect that some of you are already familiar with it. Now Adam, you have the honour of being oldest and with that comes the obligation to read first. Read the paragraphs I’ve marked for you and then pass it on to the next person marked.”

I sat back and made notes on the quality of the reading but I’m ashamed to admit that I paid more attention to the jiggle and jounce of large, young breasts than I did to diction. It was going to be a difficult year.

“Thank you class. I planned to keep you here until noon but it’s only a bit past eleven. You’re better readers than I expected. Tomorrow come prepared to work all day. And don’t hesitate to complain to me or disagree with my directions…only do it at recess or after class. Don’t try it when I’m teaching you. But if you talk to me about it privately we can debate the matter. If you convince me that I’m doing the wrong thing I’ll change. But never forget that your teacher is a dictator. And the school board has given me authorization to use this,” and I held up a foot long, three inch wide piece of leather. The hushed “aahhhh,” from my pupils told me that they were familiar with the old fashioned (and I thought out of legal use) strap. I had no plan to use it but I welcomed its availability in my limited store of persuasion tools.

I watched as they all lined up and trooped to my desk as if they’d been programmed by their parent to shake my had and thank me. The second last to arrive (since the line went from oldest to youngest) was Rhanai Dhillon.

“Thank you Mr. Aspen,” she said with a broad smile. Then in a whisper she added “Chode ga? “ and showed me the same impish but sexy smile I’d seen last night. In a normal voice she continued, “My old friend came last night. I think that you helped him come back. Thank you.”

The 12 year old Jackson boy, the youngest in the class was directly behind her and clearly within earshot but he showed no interest in the brief exchange with Rhanai. From him I got a polite but ritualized ‘thank you’ and then I as alone in the classroom.

I listened at the connecting door between my classroom and the lower classroom. All was quiet so I knocked.

“Oh! Mr. Aspen! I wondered who it could be.”

“So Ms. Simmons. How did your first day go?”

“Simple and easy but I’ve had practice. How did yours go?”

I picked up on the snideness of her response but I didn’t want to spend all year feuding with a teacher who was jealous of my appointmet.

“It went well I think. Would you like to go to the Chinaman’s for luch? You don’t have to eat his chow mein but he does an acceptable grilled cheese.”

“Yes, but Dutch Treat,” she replied after a brief hesitation and we went together to the restaurant cum grocery store cum drugstore cum God knows what else.

“I have a rule, Mr. Aspen. I keep my work life and my social life totally separate so I won’t make a habit of having social lunches with you. I hope you understand.”

Her tone of voice was condescending and although she was a couple years older than I, it did not justify her manner of speaking.

“Fine, Ms. Simmons. Whatever you want.” My reply was quite curt and I bit back the desire to ask why fucking her students didn’t constitute mixing work with social life.

“I do hope though that you will help me with the Friday night dance classes?”

“I’m not very good so you’ll have to teach me too.” I wanted to add that we could also practice the horizontal mambo but of course I didn’t.

Conversation for the rest of the lunch was about the students in my classroom, not hers. She asked about their ages and what marks they’d had before this year. I had trouble keeping my mind on the words as I mentally stripped off her skirt to see that glorious forest of pubic hair that blanketed her groin. In no time I had an erection as I visualized her kneeling with that lovely ass in the air and her bulging, hirsute pussy framed between those great legs as she waited for me to fill her hungry twat. And watching the movement of her lush mouth I imagined what sensations it would impart to my cock when I was in there. The image of those soft, red lips dribbling my cum added to my arousal.

After lunch when we walked back to our schoolhouse apartments I managed to stay behind her so she didn`t see the substantial bulge in my pants. But when we went to the cash to pay our bill Mr. Chan noticed and he winked knowingly at me as if saying, have a good ride.

That night I once more watched Irene with her vibrator and listened to her panting urging of an imaginary young stud while I used my hand. This time I had a tissue so I didn’t add to the stain that was still visible on the sheet.

On Wednesday as promised I received the pregnancy test kit from my friend but he included a small bottle of white pills and a note.

“Hi Stud, you haven’t been there long enough yet to knock up one of your nubile schoolgirls so I assume you want the kit for some future check. Anyway I’m including a few pills to be taken after you’ve blasted your sperm into some unsuspecting girl’s baby factory. It’s legal and it works and it saves on pregnancy test kits which don’t tell you how to get out of trouble. Cheers.

The remainder of the week went well as I followed instructions and kept them all busy while managing to maintain good order in the classroom. The worst part was visualizing at one time or another every girl in the class topless. I knew what Deepa looked like naked but 15 year old Christine looked as big as Deepa and even the 13 year olds, Harmony and Janet looked to have at least DD jugs. How was I going to get through the year?

At seven PM on Friday evening I went to Ms. Simmons’ classroom to find that all of my students were there as well as two girls from her grade 5 class.

Irene and I demonstrated the Foxtrot which was the only dance other than the old fashioned waltz that I could do well. With difficulty I kept my body separate from hers and managed to restrain my urge to place my hand below the small of her back to feel that lovely ass. But even with my hand placed properly, as we danced I could feel the way her lush buttocks swivelled and I got an erection.

“Now we will all choose partners and dance and after two minutes a bell will sound and we’ll change partners until everyone has danced with everyone else. There are more girls than guys so sometimes girls will have to dance with girls.

At first I treated the girls like fragile china until I danced with Deepa. She rubber her belly against my groin and whispered "Chode ga?” With my eyes on the others and especially Irene I slid my hand down to cup her delightful buttocks and pulled her close so she could not help but feel my erection.

Rhanai Dhillon acted exactly as her sister had except that she said “Chod Mujhe,” and when I cupped her cute ass she writhed against me in mock copulation.

Little 13 year old Janet molded her short body to mine and although I tried to turn so that she wouldn’t feel my raging hard-on she seemed to seek it out but she never looked up at me.

But Julia Whittier, 15, was tense and stiff and kept her ripe, young body well apart from mine. I’d noticed her dancing with Ms. Simmons at the beginning of the evening and later with John Pratt. With her teacher she snuggled close but with John she was stiff and distant. Then, after she danced with me I watched her again with Irene and she was obviously more relaxed and comfortable and that made me remember the note I’d received. “I suspect however that she has a preference for girls, not guys.” Was that the problem? What a waste, I thought with chauvinistic insensitivity.

At 9 PM Irene brought out soft drinks and package cookies and we sat around and chatted. My students seemed very interested in my college and pre-college experiences and I probably exaggerated about my modest athletic prowess. I sensed that Irene was annoyed at the attention I was getting but I enjoyed it and the lies I told were mostly in aid of controlling my classroom.

I’m not sure why unless it was a vain hope that Deepa would slip out of her house to visit me but the five fingered widow was inactive despite my aching, swollen balls. I surfed the internet and checked out all that was offered on our TV system and went to sleep unsatisfied.