Futa Naked In School 05 – Futa’s Naked Passion Chapter 3: Stacie’s Passionate Rebellion

Futa Naked In School – Futa’s Naked Passion

Chapter Three: Stacie’s Passionate Rebellion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Stacie Ward’s Week, Friday

My stomach writhed as I sat naked in the main office of my college. My heart pounded in my chest as I gripped my cell phone. I felt like I’d eaten a ton o lead. It just weighed me down, crushing all my insides with dread.

My phone vibrated.

Another angry message from Meaghan. My ex-girlfriend went scorched earth after catching me and my swim coach, Valeria Castellano, confessing our love for each other while in a passionate embrace in the girl’s locker room. The high I had been riding—a mix of euphoria from cumming, the joy of finding something special with the older woman, and the thrill of winning three gold medals and a silver in the swim meet—had vanished in that moment.

Snuffed out.

Meaghan had caught us before I could break up with her. She was a fun girl. If I hadn’t been chosen from the Program our first week back to classes after we started dating over Winter Break, we might never have broken up. But she was jealous, afraid I would cheat on her. It wasn’t to say she drove me into Miss Castellano’s arms, it was more that I needed relief and found it from the sexy, older woman.

She was beautiful. Golden-brown skin, beautiful eyes, lush hair, a gorgeous body. She was in her early thirties, a decade older than me. She was fun and passionate. She didn’t stare at me like she owned my body because we were dating.

What I felt with her was so deep. I had been in the shallow end with Meagan, but with Valeria…

Now it was all over social media that I was fucking her. When Meaghan wasn’t calling me a piece of shit, a cheating cunt, a small-titty slut, and so on, she was spreading it far and wide that she caught me fucking my swim coach while painting herself to be some sort of tragic figure.

“I gave her all my heart and love,” Meaghan posted on Facebook last night. “I poured it all out to her. I gave her my body. I blew her. I satiated her lusts. I was there for her, and she still cheated on me with that slut-professor. I walked in on them expecting to celebrate Stacie’s victory and, instead, I found betrayal!”

I was twenty-one. It wasn’t illegal for me to have sex with the older woman. It was the fact she was my swim coach. That she was on staff. The Program rules stated that professors and other members of the faculty couldn’t use their position of authority to engage in sexual activity with a student outside of prescribed lessons. When Valeria blew me that Monday so I could practice without a hardon, that was to help with her lesson.

When she seduced me in the shower after, that was “her taking advantage of me.”

It was all horseshit. She didn’t take advantage of me. I wanted her. Needed her. Yeah, she started it, but I finished it when I ate her pussy to a screaming orgasm then fucked her so hard that she screamed out in rapture.

My dick twitched hard just thinking about that wonderful moment when I first slid into her and…

And her career was over. She would be fired and no other college or university would hire her. She was a great coach and an amazing Spanish professor, or so I’d heard from people who took her class. She deserved to have her career. There had to be something I could do. Something I could say.

An argument.

I wished Randi was here. She was this junior girl I knew. I tried to date her last year, but she was so fixated on the debate club she didn’t have time. If anyone I knew had the skills to make the argument, it was her. All I could do was lie.

My back straightened.

The door to President McTaggart’s office opened. Her head peaked out. “Stacie, we’re ready for you.”

I swallowed and nodded. I grit my phone in a tense hand and rose, my futa-cock swaying before me, my small breasts jiggling. I would save the woman I loved’s job. Valeria wouldn’t be fired because of me. I wouldn’t be responsible for ruining her future.

President McTaggart was a fiery-haired futa and had an Irish lilt to her accent. She normally was a bubbly and friendly futa, but today she had a serious face, her lips pursed tight as she held the door open for me. I entered her office and swallowed.

There were others here.

Ms. Rowbottom sat on the left side behind the president’s desk, the Black futa sitting cross-legged, her ebony face serious as she studied me. Her eyes met mine and they softened for a moment like she was sympathetic to what was happening. I didn’t have her this year, but she taught my English class last year.

Randi would definitely know how to make an argument to convince at least Ms. Rowbottom. The Black professor was also the debate coach.

Next to her was Miss Tracey, the college’s guidance counselor. She gave me a friendly smile, a woman with an alluring face framed by light-brown hair. Dainty glasses perched on her nose, her hazel eyes softening as they fell on me, but her back was straight. The last person was the dean of students. You normally didn’t meet with Dean Massey unless you were in trouble. The Black woman handled discipline. I swallowed at the woman’s hard, ebony face, her brown eyes narrowing.

“First off, you’re not in any trouble, Stacie,” said President McTaggart. “We just want to hear what happened from your perspective as part of our investigation into Miss Castellano’s inappropriate behavior.”

“Inappropriate behavior?” I asked blandly.

The president glanced at me, her green eyes tightening. She squeezed past Miss Massey to gain her seat at the center of the desk. “Yes, the sexual relationship you have with her.”

I frowned. “Sexual… relationship?”

“We know that she gave you a blowjob on Monday,” said the dean, her eyes boring in on me.

“Just part of swim practice,” I said. “I was too erect to swim. Since she was the only girl there, she volunteered to take care of me in the fastest way possible.”

“True,” Ms. Rowbottom said. “That’s perfectly in line with the Program’s rules.”

The guidance counselor nodded. “It is, but what happened Thursday evening in the locker room when you and Miss Castellano were alone.”

“What? I was showering. I have to use the girls’ locker room as part of the Program. I’ve been doing it for all my PE classes and practices. So what?”

“She was naked, too,” said the dean.

“Showering, too,” I said. “And?”

“She was doing more than showering. You were caught by your girlfriend.”

“My ex-girlfriend. I broke up with her right before that and she didn’t take it well.” I shifted. “She’s a jealous girl, and she overreacted. She found us both showering and assumed we were doing more. Then she’s been harassing me all over the internet since. That’s all.”

“You’re denying that you had any sexual contact with Miss Castellano beyond the blowjob?” the dean asked, her voice icy.

My insides twisted. I nodded.

“We understand that you’re trying to protect Miss Castellano,” said President McTaggart. “You’re not going to be in trouble.”

“Not if you don’t stop lying,” added the dean.

“I’m not,” I said. “I—”

The dean turned a tablet around that was sitting before her. She swiped the screen to turn it on. A video played, clearly taken on a cell phone. I swallowed as I witnessed the end of my tryst with Miss Castellano. There I was, cumming in her asshole, both of us crying out our love. I could hear Meaghan’s angry mutters.

“Meagan Carter sent us this just after 8 PM last night,” said President McTaggart. “You can’t call that showering.”

My stomach sank. “It was the first time,” I muttered. “I just…”

“Was lying to protect her,” Ms. Rowbottom said. “I understand. What young futa wouldn’t lie to protect someone she clearly cared about?”

The dean rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re going to buy some sort of Romea and Juliet BS. Miss Castellano took advantage of Stacie and—”

“I’m twenty-one,” I growled. “I’m not a child. I knew what I wanted. I took from her. She was the one that didn’t want to do this, but I seduced her.”

“It doesn’t really matter who claims to have initiated it,” said the guidance counselor. “She’s the professor. She should have controlled herself. I think we really have all we need from Stacie.”

“Why did you even bring me in here?” I demanded. “You had the damned tape. You didn’t need me. Unless you were trying to find something else to bury her with.”

The guidance counselor looked down.

“Futa, you better moderate your tone,” growled the vice president, her voice a throaty contralto. “You are about to talk yourself into a whole lot of trouble.”

“We just wanted to know how bad the abuse of power was,” said President McTaggart. “You can return to class, Stacie.” She gave me a tight smile. “And congrats on your vic—”

“Miss Castellano didn’t do anything wrong!” I hissed. “You let Mrs. Jordan off the hook when she screwed her student.”

“Her daughter,” growled the dean. She rose, staring hard at me. “And she was having sex as part of teaching healthy sexual practices to her students. She is not allowed to have any sort of relationship with Johana on the college’s property or at school events. We can hardly ban them from pursuing lawful activities in their own home, but you… Do you live with Miss Castellano.”

“No,” I muttered sullenly.

“Then you’re dismissed, Ms. Ward. And mind your tongue.”

I whirled around, my cock slapping into my thigh, and marched out. I slammed the door behind me and…

Miss Castellano sat where I had been, her shoulders hunched. She held her purse on her lap, almost hugging it. She glanced up at me. Her dark eyes met mine. I saw such fear brimming in them. This hopelessness. I wanted to hug her right there. To grab her and hold her. To tell her how much I loved her.

The door opened behind me. “We’re ready for you, Valeria,” President McTaggart said. “Stacie, get to class.”

I had to save my lover. I needed something. An argument. There had to be a way out of it. Some loophole. Could I claim that it was just part of a lesson? That she was having me practice my form by fucking her body.