Brie and Charity loved teaching at the elementary school. They were only a week in, but both felt comfortable, like they were meant to be there. There had been a lot of turnover in faculty over the last few years, mostly due to retirements, so a fairly large portion of the staff was younger people, including two young men.
Justin taught fourth grade, and Adam was the gym teacher. They were friendly to each other, but had never sat and talked in the faculty lounge the way the women teachers often did. That changed when Brie and Charity were hired.
"How's it goin', Adam?" Justin asked, with a knowing smile. "We didn't used to see you up here much."
Adam filled his coffee cup and sat at the table with Justin. They were the only ones in the lounge. "Yeah. The scenery improved, I guess."
"You're tellin' me!" Justin said.
They chatted a while, both of them trying to feel the other one out, wondering which of the two new teachers they were interested in. Justin, it turned out, had an eye for Brie. That was fine with Adam. Charity turned his head from the moment he saw her.
After a few days of casual conversation in the lounge Charity caught on that Adam had gone to a Christian school when he was growing up, much like the one she'd attended, and that he was still a churchgoer. She'd been wanting to find a church to go to, so she could stop lying to her father about it. Adam's invitation to join him for a Sunday service was a bit more girlfriendy than she was comfortable with, but she liked him, so she agreed to give it a try.
She drove herself to the small church, about ten miles from the house. The congregation seemed nice, and the service was pretty much what she expected. It felt good to her to be back in God's fold.
After the service Adam introduced her to a few people and they shook some hands. It was a beautiful morning and neither one of them seemed to be in a hurry to leave, so they walked around the grounds, settling at a picnic table beside a lovely garden.
"So, you and Brie are close friends, I take it? You guys live together?"
"Yes," Charity said. "With another friend of ours. We rented a nice house on a quiet country road."
"Quiet, huh? So no wild parties?"
Charity fought back a smile, but a little smirk made it through. "Girls don't tell," she said.
Adam smiled. He loved that Charity was a little mysterious. He sensed a sexy spirit hiding under her innocent look.
"What does your other friend do? Is she a teacher?"
"Kelsey? No, she's a commercial artist. She works in advertising."
"Well, Brie's certainly nice. I'd love to meet Kelsey. Maybe we could all go out for drinks sometime?"
"Oh. Yeah. Maybe," Charity said. She knew letting Adam meet Kelsey was dangerous, especially if they were all drinking. They'd all end up back at the house fucking their brains out, and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that with a colleague from school.
Just thinking about it made Charity horny. She was pathological when it came to sexual desire. When her horny switch was flipped, it was pretty near impossible to turn it off.
She asked Adam about the kids at school, thinking it would clear her mind, but the cute little dimply lines on his cheeks were conspiring against her. Adam couldn't help but see the look in her eyes. It was sexy as hell, but she was obviously fighting it. He decided to go for broke.
"I've had a dream the last couple of weeks," he said, his dimples in full cute mode. "It involves you. It's a sweet, soft kiss, that feels like sunshine." He glanced up at the sun, and back at Charity. "It sounds corny, but...it's just kinda weird how it's all so near."
Charity was thoroughly swept away by the handsome, romantic man, but she nervously avoided eye contact. She glanced at his unpretentious Sunday clothes, wondering what was under them. "You want to kiss me?"
He reached for her hand and their mouths joined. It was a sweet, soft kiss all right, at least at first, but it blossomed into a full-on lusty tongue fest. As it burned on, Charity hiked up her knee-length dress and straddled Adam's thighs. She shouldn't have done it, because there was no turning back at that point. Adam's hard lump joined the fray. Charity's lacy panties ground hard against it as her tongue lapped in his mouth. The garden was hidden from the church and the parking lot, so Charity took the only step she could under the circumstances — she opened Adam's pants, freed his nice cock and rode him to a burning, sun-dappled orgasm.
"Shhiiit!" Adam sighed. "That was so much better than my dream."
"God you feel good!" Charity said, still grinding slowly with Adam's cock inside her.
"You told me you were a churchgoer, but I'm not sure you understand what this place is for," Adam said, smirking at the sexy girl on his lap.
"Fellowship, right?" she said, breathing out the words ever so sexily. She felt like unzipping her dress and really going for it, but the sound of a car door snapped them both back to reality. She dismounted, her tight pussy making Adam groan as it reluctantly let go of him. "I better clean that up a little," she said, dropping to her knees on the warm grass. She sucked in the softening cock, gave it a few swirls of her tongue, and tucked it into Adam's pants.
"Please tell me this isn't a dream," Adam said. "Can I see you again?"
"You'd better!" Charity said. Her lovely smile nearly melted Adam's heart.
—
Margie was cutting the grass at the house when Charity returned. Kelsey and Brie were out on the back porch, eating leftover pizza. They were naked, as usual. It had taken a few weeks for everyone to feel comfortable with Margie, and for Margie to get used to the new, naturist tenants. Her boyfriend Ryan used to cut the grass there once in a while, but ever since Kelsey and the girls moved in Margie made sure it was done on her watch. No need to complicate things, she told herself.
Charity took off her Sunday dress as soon as she walked in the door. She joined the girls on the porch, hungry for some food. The drone of the lawnmower hovered in the distance.
"You look happy," Kelsey said. "Is it, like, a new-age church were they get you high or somethin'?"
"Did you
fuck
him?" Brie asked, wide-eyed. She knew the look on Charity's face.
"Maybe," Charity said, smirking as she bit into her greasy slice.
Kelsey's eyes grew big. "Shit, girl! You fucked the gym teacher?"
Charity's eyes sparkled. "Right behind the church. It was
so
hot!"
"Fuck!" Brie said. "Now Justin's gonna want it. You know they talk."
"So what's wrong with that? He looks like he's got a big cock."
"Oh my God," Brie said, holding her head in mock anguish. "Where's the Charity I first met. What have we done..."
Charity giggled. "I'm just glad I can tell Daddy I went to church. I won't mention the nice cock out in the garden."
"Is he big?" Brie asked.
"Not really. It felt good, though. I love doin' it outdoors."
"Yeah, girl!" Kelsey said. "Fuckin' Sunday mornin' church fuckin'. That's hard-core!"
Charity smiled. She remembered back to the day she first met Kelsey, in the pool at Brie's father's house. Kelsey called her "hard-core" that day too, because she was drinking straight bourbon.
"So what the fuck, Char?" Brie said. "What now?"
"Does it matter? We'll just see what happens."
Brie couldn't argue with that.
—
Sunday night, Richie stopped by. Kelsey had asked him too. He'd told her about his interest in nude photography, the kind of artistic nudes that get displayed in galleries. Kelsey had offered to model for him, so he could get his feet wet and see if he really liked that kind of thing.
"Hi, Honey," she said when he arrived. "Bedroom, or do you wanna do it somewhere else?"
"Oh. Yeah, that's good. Whatever you think."
"You get to decide, Honey. If you want to do this, you need to get used to callin' the shots. You're the boss."
"Okay. Um...on your bed, I guess."
"You should get used to keepin' it in your pants, too," Kelsey said. "I mean, if you hire a model, you can't just fuck her."
"Oh. Yeah, I kinda new that."
"Okay, Honey," Kelsey said.
She sashayed her naked ass up the stairs with Richie following. He took his camera out of his bag and mounted the lens that he wanted. Kelsey waited for his direction. She smiled when he took control, guiding her into all the poses he wanted. After a half an hour a big smile lit up her face.
"You're good at this," she said. "I worked with pros. You can do this."
Richie smiled. His dream was to work with naked girls. It was a crazy, adolescent dream, but a few men made it work, shooting for websites or old-fashioned magazines like Playboy. Kelsey made his first time fun, but he knew he needed a whole lot more experience before he'd get anywhere. They worked at it for another hour. It was a good start.
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