The Education of Heather

The Education of Heather
Part 1—Heather is surprised

The school day had been over for two hours, but Heather Thompson was still at her desk, finishing the never ending work associated with teaching first grade. As a first year teacher and recent college graduate, she still felt overwhelmed with all the preparation time required to maintain a positive teaching environment. Positive teaching environment??! What was she thinking? There were days when the best she could manage was controlled chaos. But at the end of the day, she felt good about what she was doing and knew she would become a good teacher as she gained experience.

“You still here?” asked Stella Barnes, the principal. Stella liked Heather, liked her enthusiasm, and marveled at her fresh, school girl looks. If I looked like that, thought Stella, no way in hell would I be battling first graders for a living. I’d be a model or TV star.

“You can go home now. The School Board meeting was cancelled so there is no reason for you to stay tonight.”

“Thanks for the good news,” answered Heather with a genuine smile, “you’ve made my day. Maybe I can get my husband to take me out to dinner. I’ve got just few things to finish up, but I’ll be on my way in about 30 minutes”

“Well, good luck getting dinner, but if I know your husband, since he didn’t expect you to be home until late tonight, he is probably out at some bar drinking with the guys,” said Stella with a chuckle. She knew Heather was a “goody two shoes” and never touched alcohol.

Heather laughed at the joke and responded, “Oh yeah, he’s at the bar alright and probably has a babe on each arm.”

“With someone as good looking as you,” Stella countered, “He’d be a fool to stray.” As Stella turned to leave the room, she looked back over her shoulder, “Like I said earlier, you can go home. Don’t get too involved in that paperwork. It will be there tomorrow.”

Heather waved, brushed a stray lock of dark brown hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “I wish I could leave the paperwork . . . it never gets done,” she muttered to herself.

“Hey girlie, how’s your can today?” The question and the voice caused Heather to smile. Jason White, the school janitor, had arrived to clean her classroom with his usual cheery tone and slightly sexual comment. “Why are you still here?”

Heather looked up from her paperwork at the black man pushing a gray plastic trash barrel and with a tease in her voice replied, “My can is full today and in response to your question, I have decided to leave right now.”

“Oh darlin’, no matter how full you might think your can is, it ain’t nothing compared to how I could fill it up. I am a freak of nature and all the good lookin’ teachers will tell you that’s the truth.”

Heather could feel her face flush at the innuendo, “Only the good looking ones, Jason?” Heather asked.

“There are so many good looking teachers here, I don’t have time for the others,” laughed Jason, “and you are at the top of my list.”

“Well thanks for the compliment, but you know I am a newly married woman.”

“I can certainly respect that, but sometimes it’s the married ones that need me the most.”

“Oh Jason, it’s getting pretty deep in here,” replied Heather with a smile. “I better get my trash can emptied and leave before this gets out of control.” Heather rose from her desk and walked across the room to retrieve the wastebasket.

Watching her walk, Jason felt a familiar twinge in his groin. His eyes focused on the suggestive roll of her hips under her fashionably tight slacks. She had told him she had been a dancer in college and was still taking lessons – the results were obvious. She was fit and moved with a dancer’s grace. Even the simple act of walking across the room was a celebration of style and beauty. She was not too tall but her proportions were perfect for his tastes. Her tits were small but firm and pleasantly round. Her butt was well formed and firm. The muscle definition of her calves was apparent through the thin material of her slacks. Her panty line was also visible, a sight that captured Jason’s gaze for several seconds, allowing his imagination to wonder about the treasures that lay just beyond.

“Damn,” he mumbled under his breath, “that is one fine piece of ass. I’d be a happy man if I could spend a couple of hours with that.” At that moment, Heather bent from the waist to pick up the wastebasket, giving Jason a completely innocent but very tantalizing view of her ass as the material of her slacks tightened with her movement. “Damn,” he repeated.

“Here you go,” she said as she turned and handed him the trash can. “That is my last official act of the day. I’m going home. I going to surprise my husband and demand that he take me to dinner.”

“What do you mean surprise him?”

“He doesn’t expect me home so soon, I was supposed to attend the School Board meeting tonight, but it was cancelled.”

“Ask him to take you to the Blue Note,” Jason suggested. “It has a good bar, live music, and their menu is terrific. My friends and I go there often. You’d like it, too.”

“Thanks for the suggestion,” said Heather as she gathered her jacket, purse, and the inevitable school work that had to be done at home tonight. “We may try it tonight. See you tomorrow,” she said as she left the class room.

Jason watched her walk away. “Damn,” he said, expressing his appreciation once again.

Later, as she was driving home, Heather thought about using her cell phone to call her husband, Steve, and let him know she was on the way home. Traffic was heavy, the sun had set, and unlike most people, she thought it was unsafe to talk on the cell phone and drive at the same time – let alone drive at night and talk on the phone! By the time traffic cleared enough for her to even consider calling, she was almost home and elected to forego the call. As she pulled into the driveway, she was encouraged to note that Steve’s car was already there and light was on in the second floor bedroom window. The thought crossed her mind that it was odd for Steve to be in the bedroom at this hour – he was usually camped in front of their large screen TV in the den when she got home.

Heather shut off the car, collected her school work, coat, and purse, and entered the house. Steve had stacked the mail on the hall tree at the front door. She dumped her coat and papers on a nearby chair, snapped on a nearby light, and picked up the mail, sorting it as she walked toward the kitchen. She paused briefly to sniff the air, smelling her favorite perfume.

“That’s weird,” she muttered, “I put some on this morning but it is a little late in day for the fragrance to be that strong.” Just then she glanced at the darkened stairway leading upstairs to the master bedroom and noticed some clothes lying on the steps. She set the mail back on the hall tree and started up the stairs to retrieve the clothes. “Steve is such a slob,” she complained.

As she bent to pick up the clothes, Heather heard a noise coming from her bedroom and was about to call out for Steve when she realized she was holding a woman’s blouse in her hand. She bent to get the second piece of clothing and discovered a pair of women’s jeans. The noise from her bedroom was louder and she distinctly recognized the sound as a moan of pleasure. Taking care not to make noise Heather slowly climbed to the top of the stairs, her nerves on edge.

The door to the bedroom was open about halfway, but Heather could see most of the room, including an unobstructed view of the bed. Her eyes widened with shock and bewilderment. Her breathing stopped. A nude woman was perched on the edge of the bed, resting on her hands and knees. The woman’s breasts were full and gently swayed in rhythm, the erect nipples brushing lightly against the bed sheet. Her head was facing away from Heather and a nude man was positioned behind the woman and between her legs, his hands gripping her hips.

It took a few seconds for the reality of the situation to register in Heather’s mind. The couple was engaged in sex! The man’s hips were slowly pumping back and forth, and with each movement Heather could clearly see the shaft of his organ being withdrawn and reinserted into the woman’s vagina. The man’s penis was glistening with fluids from the woman’s body, and their coupling produced a quiet, slick, slapping sound

The man was Steve, and as the woman flipped her hair away from her face, Heather recognized the girl from next door. What was her name? Heather’s mind raced for the answer. It’s Beth! But Beth is still in high school and she just turned seventeen last week! Heather collapsed on the stairway steps, hidden by the partially open door and the shadows of the house. The sounds of sex filled the air.

“God you’re tight,” exclaimed Steve as he continued to thrust deeply. “You feel great. I love your pussy.”

“Mmmmph,” gasped Beth, “You are so big. I can’t believe I can take all of you inside me.”

“I’m not that big, but I am happy to give you everything I have,” said Steve and he pushed his groin tightly against Beth’s ass, holding himself in place for several seconds. “I sure wish my wife would do this.” Heather’s attention was drawn sharply back into the room.

“What do you mean?