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The author relishes your comments at rdosteele (at) yahoo (dot) com.  If
you like this story, see my other stories at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/osteele/www.

   Thanks to my proof reader, Chuck, who makes it look like I actually have
mastered English.  Any mistakes which remain are strictly my own stubborn
fault.

   WARNINGS: Pay attention to the codes.  This story depicts consensual
sexual activity between men and women, and women and women.  Some of the
participants in the story are under the age of 18.  If you are too young to
read about sex please do not read this.





   Gym Teacher



   Part I



   It was my first year after graduating State U with my brand new teaching
credential.  I had been lucky to get a scholarship to play football at
State.  I was described as a gritty player, which meant I was slower,
smaller, less skilled, and had to make up for it in determination,
preparation, and smart play.  I had a dual major, science and history, as
well as a lot of Phys Ed credits from playing football.  Because of that, I
was qualified to teach science classes, all of the history and social
science classes, as well as gym.



   Most schools were having budget problems; the economy was down and they
weren't hiring.  The principal at Elmcrest told me they figured they were
hiring me to get three for one and I should be ready for a diverse
workload. Elmcrest was a brand new school; just five years old and the
facilities were first class.  It also drew from a middle class neighborhood
so they didn't need morning weapons checks.  The school sent its share of
kids on to college, the athletic teams competed, and the community
supported the school with fund raisings.  The students were a diverse lot:
white, Asian, Latino and black.  All in all, I thought I was damn lucky to
get Elmcrest right out of college.  I'd been prepared to take an inner city
school for a few years until I could transfer.



   I was teaching two sections of Biology, one Chemistry, one sophomore
history, and one gym section as well as coaching the defensive backs on the
football team.  Several of the teachers had loaned me copies of their prior
year class curriculums so that I didn't have to try to create three in the
week before school started.  That had been a life saver.  I was modifying
them as I went along, so that next year I'd be doing it more my way.  For
my first year, it was working out fine.



   We were three months into the school year when the principal called me
into her office.  After the pleasantries she told me, "Mike.  I need to
change your class schedule.  Jim is going to take your biology classes,
Sherry is going to take your Chemistry and we are going to spread your
history students out to other classes.  The gym class will just have to get
along with one teacher."



   My mind was going a mile a minute.  Was I being fired?  Barbara saw the
look on my face and smiled, "You're not being fired."



   "Oh good," I said with relief.  "What is going on?"



   "Laurie was just put on home leave by her doctor.  She is having
complications and has to be flat on her back," Barbara said.  "That leaves
me with no Gym teacher for the girls."



   I had no idea what that had to do with my class schedule unless I was
going to have to take the place of the woman who was taking over girl's
gym. We started the year with two women gym teachers.  The first left when
her husband was reassigned to New York.  The district had denied hiring a
new teacher for the spot.  That left Laurie as the only gym teacher. 
Laurie was pregnant but planned to teach until the last few weeks of the
year.



   "The district has denied hiring anyone.  I can't even get a long term
sub.  They said I was to handle it from available resources," Barbara went
on.



   "So who are you going to put in gym?' I asked.



   "You."



   I stared at Barbara as if she were speaking Latin.  I couldn't have just
heard what she said.  "Me?"



   She nodded.  "You."



   "Barbara, I'm male," I said.



   "I am aware.  It's the new law, the Gender Equity Act.  I can't ask for
a teacher by gender.  In fact, I can't make any decision based on gender. A
few wackos from the State NOW chapter wrote this law and sneaked it through
the legislature when no one was paying attention.  Unfortunately, they
wrote it so broadly that any notice of gender is illegal.  The district's
lawyers have even opined that under Brown v.  Board of Education, separate
bathrooms are illegal.  I just hope no one notices and sues us.  They can
get monetary damages as well as forcing us to change.  What a mess."



   "Can't they change the law?" I asked.



   "The Legislature is out of session," she answered.  "The district even
asked the Governor's office to intervene.  Let's just say they don't want
to mess with NOW.  Once again, we are left holding the bag for a bad law.
What I am hoping is that one of the parents gets a court order blocking the
law.  Until then, there is nothing I can do.  You are the lowest in
seniority and the union contract says I have to go by seniority when I
reassign.  You're it.  It won't be that bad."



   "I can't believe it.  When?" I asked.



   "Tomorrow.  I hired a sub for today.  Nancy only called women but I
can't keep that up.  I can't keep calling subs, the district office will
notice.  Tomorrow, you are the girl's gym teacher.  Good luck," she said
smiling.  As I stood to leave, she finished quietly, "You'll need it."



   I looked back at her.  "Yeah, thanks," I said as I left.



   I spent my lunch hour answering the same question from every teacher on
staff, "Yes, I really am going to be the girl's gym teacher." The women
were mostly offended.  The men were mostly amused.



   *****



   Since I would be teaching every gym class I was going to have seven
sections.  Normally, a teacher only had six classes, either 1 through 6 or
0 through 5.  I was getting 0 through 6.



   I showed up early and opened the girl's gym.  I wandered around the gym,
feeling like a desecrater, an interloper.  The girl's gym had always been
off limits.  As a teen it had been a place of mystery and allure.  It was
the place girls got naked.  I used to dream what it would be like to be
inside.  Now I knew.  It felt cold and hostile.



   It was almost time for the girls in zero period to start arriving.  I
hurried out of the gym and stood, I hoped inconspicuously, outside the gym.
The girls started arriving.  Some said hello as they passed, others glanced
at me, hugged their books close and hurried into the building.  When the
starting bell rang, a bunch of girls hurried past me into the gym.  Soon,
some girls started appearing in their gym clothes and gathered around the
entrance, looking puzzled.  At five after, the time when they were all
supposed to be dressed and outside, I stepped out from the building.



   "Girls.  Girls.  HEY!  EVERYONE!" I screamed.  That finally quieted
them. "As you may have heard, Mrs.  McDaniel has been told by her doctor
that she must remain at home for the remainder of her pregnancy." I paused
unsure exactly how to say the next.  "I am going to be your gym teacher for
the remainder of the year."



   There was a stunned silence, then a cacophony of girl's voices erupted.



   "Okay.  Quiet.  Quiet down.  QUIET!" I had to blow the whistle before
the girls finally stopped talking.



   One of the seniors, hands on hips, and in an insolent voice said, "You
can't be our gym teacher.  You're a man."



   "I am gratified you noticed," which brought some laughs. 
"Unfortunately, that isn't true.  The state now requires that ALL teaching
positions be filled without regard to gender.  Believe me, this isn't my
choice.  But I am your teacher for the remainder of the year.  I understand
that you may not be comfortable with that and I understand why.  I am going
to need your cooperation and support for this to work." Looking pointedly
at the girl who had objected, "I'll need the seniors to help me police the
situation, to make sure that everyone follows the rules.  Does everyone
understand?"



   There was mumbled agreement mixed with disbelieving comments.  I ran the
girls through an easy session, playing soccer.  At fifteen of, I sent them
into the gym to shower and change.  I stayed outside.  As the girls filed
into the building I told the seniors they were in charge.  I hoped this
would work.  It worked beautifully, for four periods.



   At the end of the fourth period, I sent the girls in.  About five
minutes later, I heard screams from inside the locker room, silence, then
more screams.  My blood curdled.  I looked for divine intervention, but
there were no signs from Heaven and there was no one but me.  I knew I had
to do something.  I ran into the locker room and into a scene from a bad B
movie.  The locker room was filled with girls in various states of undress,
from completely naked to almost dressed.  In the middle was a group of
girls yelling and screaming.  I rushed over to find two girls, hands in
each others hair, clawing, slapping, and cursing each other.  It was a real
cat fight.  I hadn't seen anything like it since my own high school days.



   I rushed into the melee shouting, "STOP IT!  STOP IT YOU TWO!" They
ignored me.  Many of the bystanders noticed that there was a man present
and they had little or no clothing on.  That brought more screams followed
by a mass exodus with girls trying to cover various exposed areas.  But
they only had two hands and three places to cover which left much on view,
proving that if God had wished women to be modest he would have given women
three hands.



   The two fighters ignored me.  I grabbed both and pulled them apart. 
They fought to get at each other and I had handfuls of two very naked
girls. My hands were everywhere trying to control them.  They finally
realized that they were naked and I was a man.  Their reaction immediately
changed from fight to flight and they tried to run.  I held on, dragging
them into the office.  I shoved one girl down onto a chair and dragged the
other across the room.  Both girls tried to curl up into a ball.



   I stepped into the middle of the room and fought to get control of my
breathing and emotions.  "What the hell was that all about?"



   "I'm naked," one moaned.



   "I didn't have time to grab clothes when I stopped you from trying to
kill each other." I said.  "Now, what the hell was that all about?"



   "Please.  Please let me get dressed.  I won't do anything, I promise,"
The one girl begged.



   "Please Mr.  Martin," the other joined in.



   "Are your lockers near each other?" They nodded.  Shit.  "Come on," I
said leading them back to the locker room.



   "Are you going to watch?"



   "I'm not letting you two out of my sight after what you just did.  Come
on, hurry up, and get dressed."



   They were both cowed now, and hurried to get dressed.  I didn't stare at
them, instead trying to keep them on the periphery of my vision.  But that
meant the other girls who were hurriedly trying to finish dressing were in
my sight.  There was no place I could look that didn't have a girl in the
line of sight except straight down or straight up.  I noticed the ceiling
in the girl's gym could use a coat of paint.  Girls dressed in record time
and fled from the locker room.  The two miscreants finally dressed as well.
Luckily, fourth period was followed by lunch so I didn't have a class. 
"Come with me," I ordered.  I marched them to the principal's office.



   I turned them over to Barbara, who quizzed me on what had happened.  Her
eyes got wide when I described the scene.



   "This isn't going to work," I said.



   "It certainly isn't going to work if you leave the girls unsupervised,"
she retorted.



   I sputtered out my reply, "But what am I going to do?"



   "You're going to have to be in the locker room.  You can't supervise
from outside," she said.  I'm sure I looked as shocked as I felt.  She
patted my arm.  "Come on.  I'll let our prize fighters cool their heels for
a while.  It was probably a stolen boyfriend." She took me to the dining
hall and bought me lunch.  Over lunch she explained that I would have to
act like a gym teacher, just as if the girls were boys.  No different, even
though it was wildly different.  She agreed to meet each class as they
arrived for the rest of the day, explain what was happening, and tell them
that she expected the girls to behave.  We were going to have to hurry to
meet my next class.  We stopped by her office on the way and the secretary
handed a note to Barbara.



   "This isn't taking long," she said as she read it.  "I hate cell
phones." She turned to me, "You know, Central banned all cell phones from
campus during school hours, supposedly because students were text messaging
test answers.  I think it was to keep them from calling their parents every
time a teacher did something they didn't like." She tossed the slip back
onto a stack of telephone notes.  "Another one of the girls called her
mother after your class.  The girl's mother is furious that a man was in
the girl's locker room.  One of many.  You think you have it bad.  I'm the
one who is going to return all these calls."



   Barbara explained to the next class what was happening.  I hid in the
office while they changed clothes.  It wasn't much help since the wall
between the office and the lockers was glass, designed to help the teacher
keep an eye on the students, exactly what I didn't want to do.



   Once the girls realized that I was hiding, one of them would come up to
the glass, wait for a girl to come by naked, and knock.  I'd look up to see
the girl walking by.  She'd scream and run for cover while the girl who had
knocked, wrapped in a towel herself, would laugh at the stupid look on my
face and the girl running off to hide.  They were having great sport.



   The day, mercifully, finally ended.  I considered resigning rather than
coming back the next day.  What I didn't know was that Barbara was there
until after ten returning calls to angry parents.  Her answer was always
the same: we don't like the law either, there's nothing we can do about it;
call the Governor if you don't like the law.



   *****



   The first I knew of the maelstrom was the next morning.  Several of the
girls showed up with notes from their parents demanding that they be
excused from gym class as long as the teacher was male.  I called Barbara.
She showed up in minutes.  She brought all of the girls together and
explained that there would be no excuses because I was teaching.  The law
was the law and we would follow it.  And so would they.  This was America
and no one was above the law.  The girls trooped into the locker room to
change, their looks of defiance drained away by Barbara's will.



   Incredibly, at least to me, was how quickly a routine was established.
There were still pranks.  Knocking on the glass and pulling off a towel on
another girl as she walked past the windows was a favorite.  It got so that
I didn't even look most times when there was a knock on the window. 
Another prank was the dares.  A girl would press her naked butt against the
glass and wait for me to look up.  Then she would run back to her locker as
the other girls laughed and hooted.



   There were holdouts.  Some parents held their girls out of school in
protest.  Barbara sent the sheriff around with a warning.  The Sheriff
explained that unless the girl was back in school the next day, he'd be
back with handcuffs for the parent.  There was a truancy law and it would
be enforced.  The girls were back in school the next day.



   The truth was if a girl didn't want to be seen naked by me, she could
avoid it.  I stayed in the office and only occasionally looked out into the
locker room, and that was usually in response to something one of the girls
did to draw my attention.  The modest ones stayed away from the office.



   When it became apparent that I wasn't looking, the more daring of the
girls would challenge each other.  They would saunter past the office,
their towel would `fall' off, and they would make a production of their
`surprise,' as they bent over to pick it up and wrap it around their naked
body as they ran back to their locker, to gales of laughter from their
co-conspirators.  These shows had the inevitable effect.  The girls were
just a few years younger than me and many were undeniably sexy and
beautiful.  When one girl bent over to pick up her towel, her ass pointing
towards me, her pussy staring at me from between her lovely thighs, with
just a fringe of black hair framing her cleft almost like a mandala, I felt
my cock rise.



   I knew I should put a stop to the teasing.  Both because of its effect
on me and because I knew it would send the message that it was acceptable
to be sexual with me.  I didn't.  I was enjoying the attention from the
girls.  I no longer blushed when they did their performances.



   *****



   Of course, one of the parents filed a suit to stop the school from
having a male teacher for girl's PE.  The judge seemed to be shocked that a
male was teaching girl's gym.  The school district's attorney explained why
and cited the language of the law.  He basically said, if you want to
enjoin us, we won't appeal.  In other words, "Don't throw us in dat brier
patch, Your Honor." But the judge was a stickler for following the law. 
She had initially leaned towards an injunction.  As she studied the
language of the law, she deferred her decision.  She promised a decision
promptly, whatever that meant.  One parent tried an end run, filing suit in
a different court.  As soon as Her Honor found out, she hit the roof and
quickly informed the other judge that she had the matter in her court and
asked him to send the suit to her court where it would be combined.  Then
she chewed out the lawyer, blaming him for delaying her decision, and
causing extra work for the clerks of both courts, reminding him that she
could have him cool his heels in the county jail for contempt.  The lawyer
was very apologetic.  Maybe he wasn't sincere, but he was very apologetic.



   What all of it meant in reality was that three weeks later, I was still
the girl's gym teacher.  Barbara came around a few times and caught me
hiding in the office.  She'd force me out into the locker room to
`supervise.' Some of the girls would run and hide, some of them would laugh
at the expression on my face, like a little boy on the way to the
principal's office.  When we passed the shower, one of the girls said I
looked sweaty from class and I should join them in the shower.  I turned
beet red, and even Barbara, trying to maintain her dignity, couldn't, and
burst out laughing.  She scolded the girls for teasing me.  I don't think
any of them really took her scolding seriously.



   We settled into a routine: the shy girls avoided me and changed away
from my view; the bold girls continued to tease me and play pranks on each
other.



   *****



   It was after sixth period and I was relaxing in the office, my feet up
on the desk.  The nice thing about gym was no homework and no tests.  Even
though I was teaching an additional section I had more free time in the
evenings so it worked out.  Maybe this wasn't such a bad deal.



   There was a knock on the door.  I was surprised and glanced at the
clock. The students should have been gone by now.  I looked over at the
door.  It was one of the seniors, Kerry, wrapped in a towel, her strawberry
blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail.  I went over to the door and opened
it.  "Anything wrong?" I asked.



   "Can I come in?" she asked.



   "Uh, sure," I said holding the door open.  Kerry entered and sat in the
chair in front of my desk.  I went around and sat in the chair.  "What is
it?" I asked.



   Kerry looked down at her hands, which drew my eyes down.  The gym towels
were very short and hers had ridden far up her thighs when she sat.  Even
though she was sitting primly, the towel and her thighs made a triangle
which highlighted her pubic area.  She was a natural redhead.  I tried to
pull my eyes away.  When I finally did, I looked up at Kerry.  She was
watching me.  She didn't seem troubled.  Maybe she didn't know how on
display her charms were.  She smiled.  "Mr.  Martin," she started.  "Could
I ask you something?"



   "Sure," I said.



   "Some of the girls have been talking." She paused, then continued,
"About how you kind of hide in the office.  Some of them have been saying
maybe you don't like looking at girls our age.  Maybe you think we are
little girls and not worth looking at" She looked intently at me.  "Is that
true?"



   I sputtered a reply, "They said what?"



   "The girls said you must think we aren't, you know sexy, because you
don't look at us," Kerry said.



   "I am trying to give you girls some privacy.  Look, I know this is
difficult for you girls.  Having some lecherous man staring at them doesn't
seem right."



   Kerry asked me, "Are you lecherous?"



   More sputtering, "No.  That's not what I meant."



   Kerry was smiling at my discomfiture.  She stood suddenly and her towel
fell off.  She feigned being surprised but did nothing to cover herself.  I
looked at her luscious body, then at her face.  I could plainly see the
indecision there and the apprehension.  I knew, like most girls, she was
worried what I would think of her body.  What I thought was, `she is
incredible.' Again, I saw the unease in her face, the doubt and moved by it
I blurted out, "My God, Kerry.  You are gorgeous."



   Her face bloomed into a radiant smile, all look of doubts erased by a
gleaming smile.  "I guess the girls were wrong, weren't they Mr.  Martin?
Mr.  Martin?"



   {kerry.jpg}



   That shook me from my concentration on her lovely naked body.  "Huh?"



   "The girls were wrong about you not liking to look at girls.  I think
you like girls," she said.



   `This is what I get for letting the girls think is was proper to tease
me sexually,' I berated myself.  But none of them had been quite this
brave, teasing me so openly.  Close, but not this openly.  "Kerry, I think
you should put that towel back on," I said, my voice cracking from the
strain of holding myself back from leaping up out of my chair and pulling
this lovely nymphet to me.  "Even though I think you look lovely I don't
think this is proper."



   "Mr.  Martin, didn't Mrs.  Peabody say we were to treat you like any
other gym teacher and not act differently just because you are a man? 
Isn't it supposed to be okay for you to see us without our clothes?" Kerry
had come around my desk and was standing right in front of me.  I had
turned in my chair as she moved so that she was only inches from me.  Her
knees were between mine, brushing the chair.  The nervousness was back as
she fiddled with her fingernails, her shoulders hunched just a bit, her
knees slightly bent as though prepared to turn and flee at a moment's
notice.  I was looking at her beautiful breasts, their pale skin surmounted
with hard red nipples.  My mouth was dry and my stomach full of
butterflies. Kerry leaned forward bringing her tits closer to me, filling
my entire world with them.  Nothing existed except my hungering mouth and
her tits.  Closer they came, as I felt my lips part and my tongue wet my
lips, eager for touch.  Kerry must have seen because she stopped, her tits
just scant inches from my face, and waited.  It was a wait that seemed
forever but certainly was a few bare ticks on the clock before my body
betrayed me and moved of its own accord.  My lips moved forward and
captured one of those taunting nipples, taking it between them and softly,
delicately mauling it.  Kerry's hand went to the back of my head pulling me
harder against her body.  I was lost.



   "Yes," Kerry moaned as I sucked and licked one nipple, then the other
until they were standing hard and distended, the areola crinkled and
flushed.  "I knew it," she said.  Kerry melted into my lap, our lips
meeting in a fevered kiss, our tongues dancing in primal lust.  Her pussy
mashed against my cock.  My cock felt as though it was going to burst from
my shorts and impale the vixen in my lap as she sat there.  I wanted her,
needed her, had to have her.  I wrapped my arms around her, crushing her to
my chest and stood, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my
neck.  Her eyes looked avidly into mine, reflected the lust in mine with
the lust in hers.



   There were private showers for the teachers, connected to the office,
and between the showers and office was a small private room with a couch. I
carried her into the room and laid her on the couch, her legs splayed open
flashing her reddened pussy.  I tore my sweatshirt, shoes and shorts off.
Kerry's hand was between her legs, whether as protection or titillation I
didn't know.  Naked, I lay between her legs.  There was no need of
foreplay, we were both ready; my cock stood hard and pulsing, her pussy
open and wet.  I kissed her as my cock sought her opening.  Our tongues
dueled as the head of my cock slowly entered her steaming channel.  She
burned.  My cock entered her cauldron which opened to welcome my shaft.  In
one long slow push I was buried completely in Kerry's pussy.  "Yes," Kerry
moaned when I hit bottom.  Our eyes locked; her face full of lust.  "Fuck
me, Mr.  Martin.  Fuck me." She was no shrinking violet.



   The couch wasn't the most comfortable platform for sex, but it wasn't
bad either.  I planted my feet on the arm rest and had plenty of leverage
to push deep and hard into Kerry.  I knew I wouldn't last long if I fucked
her fast, so I used long slow strokes, rotating my hips at the bottom to
mash her clit.  Kerry's eyes closed and her head fell back, her neck and
back arching up and her tits bouncing in time as she pushed up at me on
every down stroke.  Her pussy was wet and seething, rippling as I withdrew
and sucking me back in as I plunged deeply once again.



   A reddish blush was suffusing the pale skin of her chest and her
breathing was coming in huffing pants.  I let my own climax come, sensing
she was close.  Her fingers dug into my arms as she moaned and wailed.  Her
pussy spasms milked my cock.  I plunged into her hard and fast, again and
again as Kerry moaned and keened her pleasure.  Then it came, the explosion
of pleasure which seemed to blank out everything except my cock plunging
into her tight grasping pussy, then the euphoria of release as I emptied
myself into the nymph under me.



   Breathing hard, I stopped, my cock awash in our cum, her pussy still
rippling around me.  Her eyes opened, a smile on her face.  "God.  That was
good.  Mr.  Martin, I'm sure you like me now."



   "Call me Mike.  Mr.  Martin doesn't sound right anymore," I said.



   Kerry smiled, "Mike.  I like that name."



   "God but you're beautiful," I said.



   Kerry smiled demurely.  "I think you're cute.  You know, a lot of the
girls have a crush on you.  But I'm the one that got you." Her hips were
still moving under me, as if she was still feeling me.  "Mike, you really
filled me."



   "It's been a while," I confessed.



   "I'm glad you chose me," Kerry said.



   I nearly laughed, chose her?  She seduced me.  But as I looked in her
eyes I could see she was being sincere.  To her, everything leading up to
the sex had been play.  The seduction had been mine.  She had been a good
girl seduced by the older man.  "I'm glad I did too," I said.  My cock had
lost most of its vigor.  I rolled to the side as I slipped from Kerry.



   "Oh," she said in a disappointed tone.



   I pulled her to me and kissed her.  Then, I said, "Sorry, you took
everything out of me."



   She laughed, "I know.  I can feel it."



   I hugged her tightly and she grabbed me, pulling me against her.  I
started thinking about what had just happened, and as I did I began to
consider that maybe, this wasn't exactly the best career move I had just
made.



   "Kerry..."



   She caught the tone of my voice and pulled away to look into my face. 
"What?"



   "I was just thinking that if anybody..."



   She cut me off.  "I'm almost eighteen.  You don't have to worry."



   I put my hand on her cheek and smiled.  "It's not that, it's that I am
your teacher.  I could still be fired even if you were fifty.  Teacher
student sex is discouraged, if you see what I mean."



   She nodded, "I won't tell anyone.  Is that okay?"



   "It better be or I'll be looking for work the next day," I said.



   Kerry put her head against my chest.  "Mike, I'd never do anything to
get you in trouble.  Not now."



   "Thanks."













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