Sisters learn on me

After college, there was little for me to do but get a job. I had majored in English, so becoming a teacher was my best option. I latched on with a private Catholic school in upstate New York, a ritzy place that costs untold amounts of money to send your kids there, though the teachers’ compensation leaves much to be desired. I am 31 years old and have been teaching there for 8 years. The weather is beautiful and while I may not be rich, I have settled into the lifestyle comfortably.
It was autumn and the leaves were vibrant shades of fall when I first delved into debauchery at St. Mark’s Academy. The first term was just ending and I had assigned a paper on The Great Gatsby, a common assignment among upper level high school students. Because of the nature of the school, all the students were doing fairly well in the class (with a few exceptions), but some were more interested in their grades than others. One of the girls was Hillary Jacobs, a slender brunette senior who was looking to go Ivy League after her time at St. Mark’s. It appeared like she would get in somewhere.
Hillary was more than just a smart girl, she was the darling of the rather small senior class. We graduated about 100 students a year and Hillary was the most visible of them all. She was the high school stereotype, a perky cheerleader with a great body. I had at times taken notice of it and been impressed, though I would never act on it. She was even grooming her sister Gwen as the next queen of the academy. Gwen was 16 and was curvier than Hillary, certainly rivaling Hillary’s natural beauty with breasts and hips that suggested a girl more experienced.
I was sitting in my office taking care of some work when Hillary knocked on the door. She came in wearing the school uniform, which consisted of a white shirt, a green plaid skirt over white socks, and black shoes. The girls had a choice to wear ankle socks or knee socks and Hillary always elected knee socks, surely because she knew they accented her long legs. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which reached halfway down her back. She wore light eyeliner around her pale blue eyes.
“Mr. Bloom, do you have a minute?” she asked sweetly.
“Sure, Hillary. Come on in.”
She walked over to the chair in front of my desk, matted her skirt to her side and sat down. She crossed her legs quickly.
“I don’t know where to go on this paper.”
“Well, what do you have so far?” I asked.
She showed me what she had, which wasn’t that bad. Her paper was about the different characters representing the upper class of America in different eras, a topic that I found interesting and told her so.
“Well, I think that the topic is ok, I guess,” she replied. “But there is one passage that I just can’t get.”
She got up out of her chair and walked around my desk and stood beside me. The paper lay on the desk and she rifled through the pages to find the passage she was looking for.
“Let me read it again to remember it,” she said. To do this, she bent over the desk. As she leaned over, her skirt (which was about 3 inches above the knee to begin with), climbed up in the back and as I leaned back to give her room, I could see her upper thigh. It was delicate and it was amazing how long her legs were. For a girl of medium stature, about 5’5”, it seemed her legs belonged to a woman a foot taller.
When she was finished, we went over it line by line. It wasn’t a terrible passage but there was some work that needed to be done. We changed things around and by the end, felt that the whole paper read a lot better. She thanked me and said she wished there was something she could do to thank me.
“Haha, you don’t have to do anything. That’s what they pay me for.”
“Yeah, but that’s the school thanking you for doing your job,” she said. “You have been so helpful to me, writing papers and writings for college applications. I’ve really needed you.”
“Well, I am glad I could help.”
“Well, maybe I can help you now,” she said mysteriously.
It soon became clear what she meant. She pulled my chair back away from the desk and stood right in front of me.
“Hillary, you know I can’t do this,” I protested, against my inner will.
“You can, you just shouldn’t,” she replied.
Lifting her long right leg, she put it between the seat and arm of my chair, and did the same with her left leg. Straddling me, she began to rock back and forth, rubbing her pussy against my cock, she still in her skirt and I still in my pants. It felt amazing but I couldn’t risk my job. I was terrified someone would walk in, though this was a few hours after school let out. Hillary was only there because cheerleading practice just let out.
“I could lose my job,” I stammered.
“There’s no one around, all the cheerleading girls have gone home,” she countered, grinding harder. She started to undo the top button of her shirt. She leaned in while she was doing that and started kissing my neck, softly.
“Mmmm, that does feel good…,” I said, relenting in my staunch stance. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman this young, not since I was beginning college. I remembered how exciting it was to be with a girl so fresh, so energetic. I pulled her off my neck and onto my lips and we kissed frantically on my chair.
Just as I had conquered my fear, a speed bump presented itself. The phone in her purse, which was on the desk right next to us, began to ring.
“Oh my god, what if it’s my dad?” she said, panicking a bit. She looked at the phone and whoever it was, it wasn’t her dad. She answered and yelled into the phone, “NOT NOW!”
I was afraid that this manic response would generate suspicion about her whereabouts and activities and I asked her who it was.
“Oh, just a friend, “she replied. “Just wanted to see where I was. Now where were we?”
Remembering where she was, Hillary hurriedly worked through the rest of her buttons and let her shirt fall backward onto the floor. Her bra concealed a perky set of B cups which she carried upon her slender build. The bra didn’t last long and fell upon the floor with her shirt. Pushing herself into me, I kissed her breasts and bit lightly on her nipples, then licked them. Her skin was smooth, delicious 18 year old skin. I slid my hands under her skirt, up her thighs and onto her ass. She bucked hungrily.
Suddenly she lifted herself out of the chair and pushed it away from the desk and dropped to her knees.