Being a teacher you hear many things, especially when your desk sits right next to the frosted glass window, and the path to the senior courtyard runs right beneath it. The courtyard itself starts at the end of the building, where the staff room was located. Sometimes the children would sit on the path, eating or just chatting to each other. We had a vast number of students at Cougar High, too many for the amount of teachers we had, in fact three of the specialized staff rooms had been remodeled into classrooms which meant those teachers had to regroup into the remaining staff rooms.
The English/history staff room was where I had always been, I was an English teacher, but also taught one class of drama three times a week around my English classes, only leaving me with four spare periods. Because I was already established in the originally named English staff room, my desk was just pushed to the back of the room. I didn't mind though, I found the chatter coming in through the windows fascinating, and sometimes intoxicating.
During lunch periods I would listen to the seniors below my window talk and bitch about each other, I learnt so much. Betty's mom was a lesbian; Shawn and Kate slept together on the weekend; Shian was really a size twelve but she would cut the tags out of her clothes; Robert was the one who sold cigarettes to the juniors who were stupid enough to keep getting caught; I also heard which of the teachers the students thought were hot, which ones would be if they had a makeover and which ones just had no chance. I was quite surprised to hear one day that I, myself was a prize of a teacher, quite a few of the female students thought I was do-able.
Not many of the girls really caught my attention though. Most of them were skin and bones, which for me was a major turn off, a few of my colleagues thought they were cute though. The one student that did get my blood flowing was a larger girl, she was in none of my classes, but because she did history she would come to my staffroom and knock on the door, asking for her history teacher. Tabitha was a beauty. Long black hair, grey eyes, cute little upturned nose, full luscious looking lips, gorgeous curves to her waist and thighs, and her chest was a knockout. Her cleavage easily showed in her uniform, the buttons strained and pulled when she moved.
I almost choked on my tongue the first time she knocked on the door, this was two weeks after the staff rooms had been merged, everything was in a shambles, books and papers everywhere, a small path leading to each path. I answered the door. "Hi Mr. Scott, I was wondering if Mrs. Frances was here?" I stared at her, my brain going to mush, at first I forgot that the staff rooms had been merged. I realized I had been staring at her for a time, clearing my throat I turned and called into the clutter of the room. Jane Frances emerged.
"Thank you David. Miss Peat, how can I help you?" Jane squeezed passed me and the two of them stepped out into the hallway. I picked my way back to my desk and sat down heavily at it. I could feel my body stirring, reacting to the gorgeous beauty that stood in front of me. I knew it was wrong, after all the girl was only eighteen, and I was thirty-five. Then there was the fact that I was a teacher and she was a student. So the day Jane called in sick I jumped at the chance to sub her class, which coincidentally happened to be Tabitha's history lessons.
I really had no idea about history, definitely wasn't my forte, but we were stretched thin for teachers as it was so we all had to pitch in and help with classes. When I arrived at the classroom door I heard murmurings from the students, a couple of the girls were lost in giggles. "Good morning class, as most of you know I'm Mr. Scott, your teacher Mrs. Frances is ill today so I will be subbing for her today." I let the group into the room, waiting for the noise to die down again as they found their seats. I watched them, leaning against the teachers desk at the front of the class.
Quiet filled the room as all eyes came to rest on me. "I do admit I know nothing of history, and I know that being a sub that not much work will actually be done today, remember I was your age once too, and the sub's job was a joke back then, as like now." The students chuckled. "I'm not sure how long your teacher will be gone, so for today we'll just be getting to know one another, if you feel the need to study or catch up on any other work, please do. Just try to keep noise to a minimum though."
For the next twenty minutes I went around the class to each group of tables, getting everyone's names and just general info about them. Finally I reached Tabitha who was sitting with two students I already knew, they were in my English class. "Hello Bobby, Cynthia." He smiled at them. Cynthia spoke up.
"Mr. Scott, this is my best friend Tabitha." I nodded and took her hand, it was warm and soft, my skin buzzed with electricity, an electricity I hadn't felt in many years. I smiled at the three kids, my gaze lingering a bit too long on Tabitha, I couldn't help myself.
"Hello Tabitha, how are you?" her voice was soft and soothing, it sent waves of shivers through my body. Cynthia said something making the three of them burst into fits of laughter. Her laugh was just as intoxicating as the rest of her. I spent the rest of the period talking to the three students until the bell rang. Everyone jumped out their seats, vacating the room quite quickly. I stood, walking to the door with Cynthia, Bobby and Tabitha. "Have a good afternoon kids. If your teacher is still ill tomorrow then I will probably be filling in again tomorrow.
I watched as they walked away, joining the throng of students. I couldn't keep my eyes off Tabitha. Her skirt was above knee length, her shirt semi-see through, her breasts straining against the buttons of her shirt, her white knee-high socks with chunky black heels; she even had the school-girl pig-tails; she was driving me crazy. I slipped back inside the class room and sat at the desk. I couldn't get my mind off Tabitha.
My erection was straining against my pants, making them tight and uncomfortable. I looked over at the door then back down at my bulging pants. I needed release, and I needed it now. School was finished and the only people that would be coming into the rooms were cleaners. But I knew for a fact these rooms were the last ones that they did. I looked at the door again then undid my pants, my hands moving onto my hard shaft, beginning to masturbate.
