Chapter Six
Monday arrived and school began. My first class was Freshman English, and I gave the nubile youngsters an hour of bullshit about good grammar and assigned about ten minutes worth of homework for them to do.
If that was all that was going to be expected of me then it was going to be a very easy two months, and once, I was settled in and accepted for another term, it would be an extremely easy and satisfying life. I didn't plan on spending the rest of it at Mountainview, mind you, but just long enough to save up about a three figure sum, enough to give me a year or more of freedom, to wander about and do nothing or find another job.
For now I could just sit back, cash my checks, and read to all those lovely cunts, spew out some random wisdom, and assign oodles of homework.
Thinking of which: I hadn't gotten around to grading the book reports that had been turned in Friday. Rather than stick myself with more work at night, I decided to give my attention to them during the next period, which was one of my free ones.
I got up too late for breakfast that morning, so I had put a piece of cheesecake in a paper bag and brought it with me. I made my way to the teacher's room and sat down to eat it with a cup of coffee and grade the reports.
Most of them were predictably pretty lousy, just stupid, uncreative synopses of typical high school novels about young spunky girls in some kind of melodramatic danger due to a missing glove or birthday cake.
I was halfway through the fifth one when Miss Jane Darwin, the gym teacher, and my dinnertime masturbator, came in and fixed herself a cup of coffee.
"Well. hello," she said, smiling broadly, winking. "And how are you today, honey?"
"I am just fine, Miss Darwin. Good to see you again. We didn't get to talk too much during out last encounter."
"That's true. Our conversation was pretty much under the table, so to speak."
"How true," I said.
We exchanged leers.
She sat down beside me and sipped at her coffee. The liquid was steaming but she took larger and larger gulps. She was a tough bird, that Miss Darwin.
"No class for you this period?" she asked.
"Free period. I was just marking some papers from my class last Friday." She grinned. "That's what I like to see, an industrious instructor. It honors the entire teaching profession." She took a long drag on the coffee.
“And what are you doing? Don't you have any little girlies to teach how to throw abaseball?"
"Yeah, but I cut out for some of this. I left one of them to supervise for a few minutes."
"I see…" I looked her over, keeping my leer intact. She was a helluva piece. I realized that she'd had her fun with me but I hadn't yet reciprocated. I said, "You know, that incident at dinner Friday, it really showed a remarkable imagination. And daring. You really raised my interest."
"Your cock was what I raised on Friday, baby, heh heh heh," she laughed into her cup.
"You certainly did. I hope that we will be able to get together again, but under less covert circumstances. And with fewer interruptions from a maid serving dessert."
We both laughed in remembrance.
She sipped at her coffee, and I returned to my book reports. Another story about a girl detective.
"I guess I better be getting back to my girls pretty soon. Bring them in, get them dressed."
"Ha, ha, you know I would gladly trade jobs with you. You could teach my classes English grammar and I could teach your girls how to play baseball. And of course every now and then I'd pay the official visit to the locker room as they're all getting changed. Now there's a fantasy, dozens of cunty young things, innocently undressing, showering and me there, just watching them, a big grin on my face."
Jane nodded her head slowly. "I could tell you how close you are to the truth, but I mustn't. That's got to stay my little secret, all mine."
"Hm, sounds mysterious," I said. “Come on now, surely after what we've been through together, you can level with me. What's the sexy secret?"
"I shouldn't tell you, really."
I moved my chair closer to hers and put an arm around her broad shoulders.
"Let's hear the dirt. I'll be very grateful if you tell me. In return, I will do just about anything your little heart desires, Miss Darwin."
"Like what, for instance?"
"Hmm, let me see," I said, contemplating this. "How about if I promised to piss all over you? Or… if I swore I would fuck you in the ass for three solid hours? Am I tempting you? Tell me if I'm getting warm."
"I don't know about you. but I'm getting a little heated up, right between my legs. You trying to excite me?"
"I might be."
"Tell me your secret about the girls. I'll promise to eat out your black cunt till you cry uncle."
She laughed, but she shook her head as she did. "I… I really can't tell you. I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place. I don't want to lose my job."
"Give me a hint. It has something to do with the girls in the gym. With the locker room maybe?"
"Don't ask."
“Hey, do you get turned on by looking at the girls undressing? Is that it?"
She was silent, but I saw her choke on her coffee. I must have hit on something. I asked her to tell me the story, I told her I wouldn't breathe a word of it to anyone.
"Well," she said, "you practically guessed it. I swing both ways, with guys and girls."
"Aha. How long has that been going on?"
"Oh, ever since college, I guess."
"And you get turned on by these young things around here, do you?"
"I sure fucking do, just like you, I bet."
"Have you ever… balled any of them?"
"I ain't crazy, sugar. If I ever did something like that, and it got reported, I'd never teach again in my lifetime… No, I just watch them. But under special circumstances, from a very private viewing room."
"Such as?"
"My office."
"I don't follow."
"At the back of my office there is a hole, a crack in the wall that looks out on the shower and the locker room, you dig, Mr. Eastman?"
"And you go there and watch them while they're taking showers, is that it?"
"That's it, honey."
"Far out. I wouldn't mind a setup like that for myself."
"Just don't tell anybody."
I shrugged, winking at her. "What's to tell? So you got a hole in your wall? You didn't put it there, did you? "
"Nope. It got there gradually, from the dampness in the shower room. It rotted the plaster away."
I nodded at her. I started to consider what she had told me, her slightly perverse admission. "So what do you do while you're watching them, Miss Darwin?" I asked her, as if I couldn't guess what she did.
"Oh, I fiddle around."
"I bet you do."
What an incredible faculty! I thought to myself, as I considered this new development. And then I had an idea, a very obvious one but a very exciting one.