This first part contains the first seven chapters of a twenty-one chapter plus epilog full length novel. The remainder will be served up in four more submissions. The rest of the story that follows over the next couple of weeks.
For those of you who have followed my work you may recognize six edited versions of stories I have previously submitted some time ago. They are all integral to the much larger erotic structure of the story. For those new to my work, I hope you enjoy the diversions these discrete shorter stories bring to the whole.
I have anchored the five parts of this story on the Erotic Couplings banner. I include many erotic couplings, but you will also find I have written in incest, multi-couplings, voyeurism and lesbianism. Look elsewhere if these subjects are not to your liking.
This is entirely a work from my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, alive or dead, actual events and identifiable locations is purely coincidental.
My thanks for Chas and John for their editing skills and sage advice. Those remaining mistakes and inconsistencies are my bad.
Now, jump on Glen's shoulder and enjoy the ride.
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Chapter 1
School's Out
Do I submit yet?
Glen Garrison thought for a moment that he would go over the form one more time. He glanced up at the clock and saw he had another thirty minutes before the deadline of five o'clock. His eyes returned the screen and then glanced down to the invitation propped up just below.
Principal's Reception. 3 p.m. to 5 p.m. Staff room.
He had to leave.
Glen moved the cursor over the Submit button and hit enter. The next academic year's budget, the first he had prepared at this new school, was sent off. He felt a wave of relief. He slipped on his sports jacket, turned off the computer, collected his briefcase and turned off the lights as he exited his small piece of school real estate. His mind was elsewhere as he stepped into the corridor.
He nearly collided with one his fellow teachers.
"Wahoo, big boy. Almost ran me down."
In fact, it was quite the reverse. Jan nearly ran into him as her mind was also focused on getting out of the school. Every year on this last day of school she had a ritual glass of wine, to be followed by more, waiting for her at home.
Glen tried to remember her name. He had only spoken to her twice over the whole year. "Janet. You OK?"
"My name is Janice Remington, Mr. Glen Garrison."
She paused to let him know she didn't appreciate that he did not remember her name. As if to emphasize the point she took some delight by showing she knew his name. Relaxing a bit, she continued, "Call me Jan. What do your friends call you?"
"Glen. Just Glen."
"Glen it is. Well Glen, finished the fucking budget?"
Surprised at Jan's casual profanity, Glen cleared his throat, "Yep. That's some form we have to fill in." He remembered Jan was the head of the language department.
"I hate it. I hate it. I fucking HATE it. And, as a reward we get twenty minutes of bullshit purgatory when we'll be told what a great job we all did this year. I hate this even more!"
Glen was taken back by Jan's attitude, but before he could form a response, they had reached the staffroom.
"Here we go." Jan's face broke into a beautiful artificial smile.
He looked at her face more carefully. Her sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones contrasted with her soft eyes, delicate nose and full lips. An attractive woman with character written into every feature.
The staffroom was sparsely populated. From the number of used paper plates, half-eaten cake remnants and used cups scattered around, it was clear most of the staff had come and gone. Glen circled the room shaking hands with the other remaining staff before coming to the principal and his henchmen. As Jan had predicted the principal and the two vice-principals told Glen what a great job he had done, and how pleased the whole school was that he had joined the staff.
Having done his duty and been noticed, Glen decided to leave. Before he reached the door, Jan intercepted him with a questioning look on her face.
"My place?"
Glen was a little shocked and very surprised. "Your place?"
"A celebratory glass, or two, of wine at my place. I may have some beer. I need a libation and I suspect you do too. That is, if you don't have anywhere else to be."
Now Glen was on the horns of a dilemma; he had nothing else he would be doing apart from going home to relax and make something for supper. Yet he was wary of this sudden unsolicited invitation. Making friends was not his strong suit.
Jan detected his reluctance. "Look, we have been working in the same school for the last academic year. We are colleagues. We have only spoken a dozen words to each other. What better chance than now to get to know each other a bit better?"
Glen shrugged as he decided why not, "OK then. Let's do it. Where do you live?"
Jan gave Glen her address. "Follow me. If you can keep up."
A challenge.
With difficulty Glen followed Jan's sporty Tesla. He thought about this new best friend. When he arrived in the area a year earlier Glen knew no one. He had made a few acquaintances over the school year and here was the chance of a new friendship. If that is what she was open to.
Apart from registering her attractive face, Glen realized that she must work at not giving any reason to attract attention to her figure. Her clothes were smart but generous and gave no clue as to what lay below them.
Glen pulled in behind Jan in her driveway. The well-maintained, detached house stood in a neatly groomed and planned garden dotted with summer blooms.
Jan gestured at the garden, "What do you think? I love gardening."
"Lovely. You must work hard at it."
"Mainly weekends. I hate the grading, parent meetings, and such which seem to consume most of the evenings. I have a pool around the back. Maybe later." Jan led Glen through the tidy house to the kitchen.
On the island stood an open bottle of Pinot Noir and a glass. "I give it plenty of time to breath." She brought a second glass from a cupboard, filled both of them and offered a toast, "To the long summer holidays."
After gulping down half her glass, she then went to another cupboard, produced a second bottle and opened it "to breath." By way of explanation she muttered, "I usually manage one on my own."
At that moment Glen noticed that Jan wore an engagement ring. "You're engaged?
"Yes. To a lovely old fart, twenty-five years my senior, rich widower, great sense of humor, and a prude. Love him dearly when I am with him." She left her statement hanging.
"Really. An old fart?"
