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The Principal’s Wife Is Schooled By Some Students Part 1

As Connie drove to dinner she had a strange stirring inside her. Over the past two years she had enjoyed her husband’s newest position. He was Principal at a newly built high school in a nice suburb outside Houston. While he had been very busy digging into the job, she had tried to help out as best she could by getting involved with a number of school activities. One of them was as sponsor of the boy’s basketball team. Since she didn’t work, it allowed her lots of time to participate with the students and athletes. Connie went to every game including the away games. She loved sports and was one of the team’s most vocal supporters. Last week the team had a chance to make the playoffs with a win but instead lost in overtime.

After the game the players were very down and she agreed to take them out for a consolation pizza and cokes after the game. She was very supportive of the boys and they appreciated her being there for them. After the meal she gave a big hug to all the players. A few were reluctant to disengage but for the most part they were very respectful. The team had three seniors who would be moving on to college. As everyone was leaving the pizza parlor, the three of them took her aside and thanked her for everything she had done for them the past two seasons. The leader, Brad told her they wanted to do something for her. They all agreed she deserved a nice dinner as their thanks. While she insisted that wasn’t necessary, they were very insistent and she agreed that she’d love to accept their offer. As they walked her to her car Steven, the 6’6”” black post player made a strange request. He asked her to wear the blue dress she had worn at last year’s awards dinner. Since it was very dressy and shorter than what she usually wore around the team, she was taken aback. However, when they all insisted that they’d really like it if she agreed, she said OK. She felt a little strange but they were so nice it didn’t register as anything but some boys being boys.

Connie wasn’t a striking beauty but she was much better than your average Principal’s wife. Italian with dark black hair, 5’6’’, 122 ponds and a slender build, she knew that some of the boy students liked looking at her along with any number of fathers who attended the school. She loved the attention but was very careful not to do anything to embarrass her husband Anthony. He had always been very attentive to her needs during their 15 years together but his new position didn’t give them as much free time as they had in the past. Their sex life had dropped from 5 times a week to maybe two or three times a month. And those times didn’t have the passion and intensity she was in need of. As a result she had recently purchased a vibrator for the first time in her life. Connie had increased her usage of the toy lately although she kept it hidden in her closet.

When she entered the restaurant they were all seated at a booth and she noticed how happy they seemed to be seeing her. As she walked towards them she was aware they were staring at her as if she was the entr?of the night. It both disturbed her and made her feel very good. In fact, she loved the attention. The boys had chosen a large booth and they all got up and made certain she was seated between Brad and Steven. The other boy, Drake, the team’s point guard, was seated across from them. Drake was one of those young men that was almost beautiful to look at. Blonde hair, well educated from a wealthy family with a thin athletic body that made all the girls swoon. On a number of occasions Connie had looked at him and imagined what he was like in bed. But he was very shy with her and so they had only spoken in brief sentences since they met.

The meal was excellent and the boys insisted she have a special bottle of wine that they had discussed with the sommelier.

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