Chapter 6 - A Cock Trio with Soloist Daisy Mae
Two mornings after my psychology session I was sitting with my prop at the front of Miss Henchman's history class along with three other kids and their props. We were in our historical costumes waiting to give our talks. Miss Henchman introduced us, explaining to the class how every year she "asked" her Costume Dance seniors to tell something about their pretend selves. She had told more or less the same thing on Monday and Tuesday when other seniors spoke, and today it was our turn.
Bobby Jenkins was Abraham Lincoln. Bobby went first holding up a plate from a museum gift shop that had the entire Gettysburg Address printed on it in tiny red, white and blue letters. After Bobby came Katherine Maple who was Marie Antionette. Her prop was an Entenmann's pound cake. Then it was David Brewster being Ethan Allen with a musket which looked exactly like a beebee gun. I went last, a little bit thankfully, being Daisy Mae, but no one knew it yet because for modesty's sake I was wearing a yellow rain coat over my costume. Miss Henchman's prop requirement had skipped my mixed up mind with so much going on, like mulling over Dr. Badger's advice and what else he did to me, for one big example. Fortunately, I checked my emails before school that morning and one was from Katherine mentioning her pound cake. Since no other last minute prop choices came to mind, I had brought our school bus driver, Mr. Buckley, who was in the chair beside me.
If you didn't read the earlier parts of my story you don't know that Mr. Buckley and I had an agreement that he could fuck me. If you want to know why we had this agreement, you'll have go back and read my story. Anyway, Mr. Buckley was having trouble figuring out how we could get together privately in order to carry things out.
As I was getting on the bus, I whispered to him, "If you'll be my prop this morning, Mr. Buckley, I bet I can find a secret place afterwards in the school building where you can fuck me like crazy." That was all it took. He was going to be disappointed because I didn't know of any place that secret but I would make it up to him.
The talks were short, lasting two or three minutes, short and dumb, and now it was my turn to be short and dumber. I was pretty nervous. Miss Henchman already didn't like me, and this would only make her opinion of me worse. She hadn't said anything except with her steely glances about Mr. Buckley being there. Well, it was too late to do anything about that now. I stood up and took off my rain coat. I also kicked off my sandals. Daisy Mae is always barefoot.
The room was totally silent for about ten seconds. Then a boy whistled, and another boy whistled, and other kids started laughing and hooting. Miss Henchman shouted for quiet, then looked at me.
"I assume you have an explanation for this, Elleann."
"Yes, I do, Miss Henchman." Her challenge hit me just right for setting up my little speech. I told them about the comic strip that Daisy Mae had been a leading character in and how she was famous for her daring looks and these same daring looks made her a symbol for an important development in our nation's history, the sexual revolution.
"Tell us about the outfit. I do hope you thought to wear panties," Miss Henchman snidely interrupted.
I felt my face redden, and not from embarrassment. You could understand why a person might wonder, however. Grandma had made such extreme scissor cuts in places that the pointed openings of my skirt came within a hair breadth of my panties, which were the same purple ones I had worn when I teased Daddy in the kitchen and then got in trouble on the bus with Mr. Buckley.
"I did think of that, Miss Henchman," I said, sourly, and to rub her nose in her rude comment I lifted my skirt to prove it, then turned around and bent over.
"That will do!"
I turned back and looked at her. "I thought so."
The class was having a fit meanwhile. Miss Henchman yelled for them to quiet down and when they did, I resumed my talk.
"I picked our school bus driver, Mr. Buckley, as my prop because he was a young guy when the sexual revolution got started. He is like a veteran of the revolution. When he was in high school, kids were a lot more nervous about sex than kids are today, right Mr. Buckley?"
"Heh, heh. I held my own, yes sir," Mr. Buckley snickered, which wasn't the answer I was looking for.
"Uh, yeah, Mr. Buckley. Maybe you did. However, that was a different time from ours and young people were usually sexually repressed back then. Girls stayed virgins longer than they do today and boys usually didn't have sex until they were out of high school."
"Now just a minute there..."
"Mr. Buckley, I'm not asking you a question right now. So then along came the sexual revolution with characters who are now significant historical figures like Daisy Mae leading the way, and things changed for the American people, especially young American people like us."
"Hey, Elle," called Galsworthy Ellison from the back of the room. "You bent over from the back before. How about bending over from the front!?"
More laughs and hoots. It was obvious from the scooped neck of my blouse what that kind of bending over would do for the boys.
"Yeah, let's have a little sexual revolution right here," came another yell, and I was kind of shocked that the boy who said it was Dinky, the boy from the chess club who had been supportive toward me when the other kids were putting me down as a chess person.
I put my hands on my hips and tried to stare down those boys but they stared back like they meant what they said, and when I looked to Miss Henchman for some help she gave me a cold stare of her own as if to say I was getting what I asked for.
I shook a finger at the class. "You guys are just ignorant and dumb!"
"All right, all right," Miss Henchman finally said. She quieted everyone down and then she said she was dismissing the class early. There was still twenty minutes on the clock. "This is the last week of school and spirits are running high. I understand that, students. We've had stimulating presentations from our costume students this morning and I think that's enough. You can all have free time until your next class. All right. Shoo. Dismissed. Elleann, you and....your prop will stay."
Oh brother, I thought, what now? I worried that I had gotten Mr. Buckley in trouble along with me. It wasn't fair that either of us should be in trouble, but since when did high school teachers have to be fair?
Mr. Buckley and me weren't the only stayers. As the kids filed out, I saw Miss Henchman catch the eye of the two loudmouth boys. The room emptied of everyone else while Dinky and Galsworthy held back. Miss Henchman went to the door and locked it as the boys and Mr. Buckley and me stood looking at each other.
"Now then," Miss Henchman said, "Dinky, put the bulletin boards in front of the back windows. Galsworthy, move a few of the desks out of the way so we have a larger space on the floor back there. We are going to sit together, Elleann. Your little talk on the sexual revolution is food for thought and the best way to think about anything is to meditate."
"We're going to meditate?"
"Yes, we are."
"I never meditated before, Miss Henchman. I don't know anything about it. Do you, Mr. Buckley?"
