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Subject: {ASSM} Gym Teacher 2 (Mf cons) {Rod O'Steele}
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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 II





   It was the next Tuesday and I had spent the intervening time waiting for
the other shoe to drop.  It hadn't, so I supposed that Kerry hadn't told
anyone.  I was relaxing in the office, assuming all of the students were
already gone, when the door to my office opened.  Kerry stuck her head in,
"Can I come in?"



   I pulled my feet off the desk and answered, "Sure."



   She came in, wearing nothing but a towel and closed the door behind her.
As she did, she snapped the lock on.  "Everyone is gone and the door is
locked."



   My mouth was suddenly dry.  I had just spent a week worrying and didn't
want to go through that again.  "Kerry, what can I do for you?"



   Kerry looked surprised then hurt at my cold tone.  "Mike," she said
plaintively.



   `Shit,' I thought.  `Now I've made a heel of myself.' "Jesus.  I'm sorry
Kerry.  I didn't mean it to sound that way." Actually, I had meant it to
sound that way out of fear.  Now, I felt like a jerk because she didn't
deserve it.



   "How did you mean it to sound?" she asked, a slight tremble in her voice
that I couldn't decide was hurt or building anger.  Either was bad.



   "Please sit down," which she did, the towel again riding up exposing her
pussy to my eyes.  I quickly pulled my gaze up to her face.  "I'm sorry
about the tone in my voice.  It's just that this past week I've been
worrying that what happened between us would get out and that I'd get
fired. Then I'd never get another teaching job and I'd lose my car and my
parents would disown me and..."



   "I told you I wouldn't tell anybody," she protested.



   "I know, but I guess I was feeling a little guilty because I did take
advantage of you and that made my mind go off on all these tangents and
I've been beating myself up and wondering when I was going to get
arrested." I smiled ruefully at her.  "I apologize again for taking
advantage of you."



   [kerry.jpg]



   "Mike.  You didn't take advantage of me.  If you remember, I came in
here and accidentally dropped my towel," she stood quickly, "like this."
Her towel hit the floor.  Once again, I was confronted with her beautiful
nude body.  "It was an accident but you couldn't help it."



   "Oh Lordy, Lordy," I said.  `I am lost,' was what I thought.



   "Well?" she asked.



   "Kerry, lovely beautiful sexy Kerry.  I wish I could say no.  I can't. I
just know this is going to get us, me, in trouble," I said quietly.  I rose
and smiled.  Now that I was committed, all of those stupid voices turned
off.  I was looking at a young, beautiful, naked woman, who wanted me to
fuck her and that was all that mattered.  "Your wish is my command."



   Kerry smiled, grabbed my hand.  She wrapped her arms around my neck,
pulling herself against me and standing on her toes kissed me.  Her soft
breasts pushed into my chest and the blood rushed to my cock, instantly
arousing it.  I wrapped her in my arms returning the kiss with all of the
passion I could.



   When we broke the kiss, Kerry pulled me by my hand into the little room
and to the couch.  She lay back as I quickly tossed off my clothes.  I had
a vague regret that I couldn't resist this tart.  I was supposed to be the
adult here.  Just because this beautiful, sexy naked wench wanted me to
fuck her didn't mean I should, did it?  I guess it did.  I lay next to her
on the couch pulling her back into a kiss, our tongues chasing each other.



   Just like the previous week, we were both ready as soon as we lay on the
couch.  Kerry pulled me down on top of her, her legs wrapped around my back
pulling me against her body.  My cock was laying against her swampy pussy,
awash in her heat and wetness.  I slid back and forth, rubbing against her
clitoris and labia.  Kerry moaned; her hips bucked against me.  I slid back
a little and my cock slid down until the tip caught in her opening.  I
pushed and felt her open to accept me into her most intimate place.  The
velvet heat of her pussy enclosed the head of my cock.  I sighed, then
pushed, forcing my cock all the way into Kerry's pulsing body.



   "Yesss..." she sighed as my body rubbed against hers.



   A week of abstinence made me eager to cum.  I pulled back, then plunged
into her hard and fast, faster and faster, deep on every smashing stroke
into her trembling body.



   "Yes, yes, yes," Kerry chanted as I fucked her hard and fast.



   I pounded into her, unyielding and unvarying, almost like a machine, but
unlike a machine it was pure sensual pleasure.  Pleasure mounting on
pleasure as our bodies moved together, fucking.  There is no other word for
it, It was pure animal pleasure, fucking.  No romance, just sex.



   Sweat glistened on our bodies which made lewd slapping sounds as belly
met belly, thigh slapped against thigh, cock pierced pussy, pudenda mashed
clitoris.  I felt the trembling deep within my loins, presaging the orgasm
which was coming forth, building in strength until it could not be
withheld. The first contraction hit me, then spurt after spurt, I felt my
balls empty themselves into the beautiful girl under me.



   "Oh God," she moaned, her fingers curling around my arms.  "Oh yes!"
Kerry screamed out as her orgasm burst within her body.  I felt her spasm
around my cock as I poured myself into her, filling her.  A last plunge and
I was finished, overcome with it.  I collapsed onto her body to feel her
pussy milking my cock.



   Afterwards, we lay on the couch; Kerry snuggled into my arms basking in
the afterglow.  "Are you still worried about meeting here?" Kerry asked.



   I thought for a second, then said, "Yeah.  I suppose I am.  I think
sooner or later, with my luck, somebody is going to catch us."



   Kerry was quiet for a moment.  "Okay.  Can I come to your place
Saturday?"



   "That isn't such a good idea.  What if somebody sees?" I asked.



   "Who?"



   I thought and couldn't come up with that somebody.  I lived outside the
district.  No one who worked at the district lived close to me.  My
apartment complex was behind a secure gate and you couldn't see it from the
street.  "Well, I guess no one."



   "Can I come over Saturday?  You don't have to get all weird that way."



   "Weird?  Me?" Kerry just gave me the look.  I laughed at myself.  "Okay,
would you like to come over to my place Saturday, Miss?  Perhaps for
dinner?"



   "I would be honored, Sir," she said.



   "I will be expecting you."



   Kerry's face changed, a devilish smile appeared, "You better be ready."



   I hugged her close and kissed her forehead, "I'll try to be.  I'll even
try to fix an edible dinner."



   She snuggled back into my chest burying her head under my chin, "Good."



   "Kerry?"



   "Yes?"



   "Could I ask you something?" I asked.



   "Sure," she said.



   "Why me?  I mean, oh that sounds stupid when I say it like that.  I
mean, why did you come in and..."



   "Accidentally drop my towel and..." she finished my sentence.



   "Yeah," I said.  I didn't want to know the answer but I had to know. 
Was this just one more of the girl's pranks?



   "Because I like you.  I like the way you blush when the girls play
tricks on you.  I like the way you try to be such a gentleman.  I like your
jokes when we are out on the field, even the dumb ones.  And I think you're
pretty hot in a tight shirt and shorts."



   "Oh."



   "You didn't think a girl could like you?" she asked.



   "I guess I wasn't sure.  I guess I was thinking of girls as students,
somehow different."



   "We are women too," she said quietly.



   I looked into her eyes.  "I guess I figured that out." I pulled her to
me and held her tightly.



   "Do you like me?" Kerry asked.  I could feel the trepidation in her
voice.



   I was about to give the expected answer, the one I'd give to any naked
woman I had just had sex with, when it hit me.  I did like her.  I smiled,
"Yeah, I do."



   "Really?"



   "Yeah.  Really."



   "I can't wait till Saturday."



   *****



   Kerry showed up at four in the afternoon.  I invited her into my cozy
apartment.  Beginning teachers aren't exactly wealthy.  I still had my
stereo on the bricks and boards from college.  Maybe someday I would be
able to afford real shelves.  But it was private.  I showed her around the
place: kitchen/dining room, bath, and the one bedroom with a large bed.  I
hate small beds so most of the bedroom was taken up by the bed.



   "My," she said turning to me.  "That's quite a playground you have
there. You could have a party on that thing."



   "Not my style," I said.



   Kerry gave me a look, then sat on the bed and asked me, "What <i>is</i>
your style?  I think I'd like to see it." She patted the bed next to her. I
plopped onto the bed where she had indicated.  She leaned in and we were
kissing.  Her hand was already working my zipper down and mine shot out and
grabbed those beautiful big tits of hers.  She pulled back, "Get your
clothes off," she said as she pulled her sweater off over her head.  So
much for foreplay.  Within seconds we were naked.  Kerry was playing with
her hair as she watched me finish pulling my clothes off.



   [kerry.jpg]



   My cock was standing as I straightened up from taking off the last of my
clothes.  Her eyes locked on it, "Nice." She bounced up to the middle of
the bed and laid back, a sultry look on her face, and crooked her finger at
me.  I fell onto the bed next to her, smiling.  Her look changed from
sultry to playful.  I like playful.  I bent over and brought our lips
together.  There was no hurry this time.  No worry about being caught or
interrupted.  We both knew it and neither of us felt the need for speed,
only the need to express the growing feelings we had for each other.



   The kisses lingered and grew increasingly passionate; lips mashing,
biting, sucking; tongues dancing, dueling, playing, teasing.  I broke away;
Kerry's lips chased mine, sought them as I moved lower and kissed her neck,
teasing her with light nips and kisses.  Her head fell back against the bed
as she moaned.  Lower I kissed, down across the soft pale meadows of skin
until I reached the peaks of her chest surmounted by their rosy caps.  Her
nipples were already hard and pointed.  I teased around her breasts,
kissing and nipping at them before moving up and sucking a nipple between
my lips.  Kerry jerked from the sudden sensation, then moaned, "Yes." My
fingers teased one nipple while my tongue and lips massaged the other. 
Back and forth I moved, never breaking the contact with at least one
nipple. Kerry's eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open, her
tongue wetting her lips occasionally between the sighs and moans.



   My hand trailed across her belly, finding her womanhood wet and hot. 
Her legs spread open inviting me to touch.  I wanted to possess her
completely.  There is no more intimate kiss that I know of.  I moved lower
between her out spread legs.  Her pussy was a red cauldron between her
alabaster legs and pale white belly, covered only slightly by her sparse
red hair.  She looked good enough to eat.



   I did, bending forward and licking up the length of her pussy, then
sliding my tongue around her distended bud at the top of her pussy.  Kerry
jerked as I missed her clitoris, trying to bring it to the trailing tongue.
I circled around it, close, but not touching, as Kerry sighed.  Then I
worked my way back down and into her vagina, thrusting with my tongue into
her.  Her hips started bouncing.  I moved back up over her pussy and this
time, didn't bypass her button, touching it, teasing it, then taking it
between my lips.  Her whole body quivered as I sucked and licked her
clitoris.



   I thrust a finger deep into her steaming opening, curling the finger
over her hard spot.  Kerry's hips started bouncing in time with the curling
finger in her pussy, fucking up and down as it penetrated her.  My lips and
tongue continued attacking her clitoris, sucking, teasing, then fucking her
with my mouth.  Her breath started coming in rasping breaths as she moaned
and grunted, her hips bouncing and her belly hunching up, trying to draw
the ultimate pleasure from my touch.



   It didn't take long.  A red blush grew over her pale white skin.  Her
hands grabbed at the sheet, then her body went stiff, her hips hunched up
off the bed as I felt her pussy grasping at my finger, pulsing around it as
she was flooded with her arousal.  I slowed my attack on her letting her
come down from the pinnacle she had achieved, until she collapsed back onto
the bed.  I lifted my head, happy that I could please her.  My finger slid
from her steaming opening.



   I moved up over her.  Her eyes opened, lust lidded, but full of
satisfied lust as well.  She pulled me down into a searing kiss.  My cock
had pressed against her pussy when she pulled me down and she felt it.  Her
hips started moving, pressing against the hard pole.  It found her opening
and she hunched up, the tip entering her.  I felt the heat and slick
wetness of her pussy on my cock which caused me, almost without thought, to
lurch forward burying my shaft deep inside Kerry.  She sighed, "Oh yes. 
Oh, that feels so good..."



   "Oh God, Kerry.  You feel so good," I said.  Have you ever noticed how
eloquent even the simplest of things are when you caught in the web of
passion?  `Oh God,' expresses so much when it comes in panting strained
breaths.



   Almost of their own volition, my hips began rising and plunging back
down, but slowly.  This was to be a dance of love, not lust.  I looked at
Kerry, her eyes locked with mine as I began making love to her.  I wanted
her to feel that.  The times in the office had been sex, pleasure, and
recreation.  This time, I wanted her to feel my heart.  Our eyes stayed
locked together as we moved like one, bodies merging together, then parting
only to join as one again.



   Our lovemaking was slow and steady, rising higher and higher until the
pressure built, and could no longer be contained in a slow march.  The pace
quickened, our bodies meeting faster and faster.  So much erotic energy had
built during our long slow lovemaking that the crest built quickly, coming
on and enveloping us.  I felt the surge from my loins, Then the
contractions as I poured my cum into Kerry.  She moaned and crested her own
orgasm, bucking and moaning under me, until we both were spent and fell
together onto the bed, breathing hard and holding each other tightly.



   We were drained but happy, touching each other as lovers, content in our
found love.  We lazed in the bed, close to each other and finally napping.



   When we woke, Kerry borrowed a robe and I threw on a pair of shorts and
a shirt.  I led her out to the kitchen with a promise of dinner.  "I'm
starved.  I need to replace the calories," she said with a devilish smile.



   Dinner was relaxed as we were both sated and happy.  Having Kerry
sitting with me clothed in nothing but my robe was sexy as hell.  It would
gape open as she bent and I would catch a glimpse of her beautiful tits. 
By the end of dinner I was semi-hard again.  When we stood up from dinner
she noticed.



   "Look at that," she said pointing.



   I blushed.  "Sorry.  It's just that you are so sexy."



   Kerry smiled as she looked down, then back at me.  Our eyes locked.  I
felt an energy go back and forth.  My cock surged.  Kerry saw it and turned
to the bedroom.  "I hope you'll join me," she said heading down the hall,
pausing, and looking back over her shoulder, a smoldering look in her eyes.




   I followed her, a silly grin on my face.



   *****



   And so, we established a routine.  Several times a week, Kerry would
stop by my apartment and we would screw ourselves silly.  Sometimes she'd
stay for dinner.  I asked her once what she told her parents and she
informed me she had told them the truth, that she was seeing an older guy.
They had protested at first, but she had reminded them that she was almost
eighteen and would they prefer she lie to them.  She was going to keep
seeing this guy.  They finally relented.  I sensed future issues.



   I had been seeing Kerry about a month when we had our first argument. 
Like many, there was no real reason for it.  Maybe more accurately, the
real reason wasn't the reason for the argument.  Suddenly, she was pissed
and I wouldn't back down because I knew I was right.  But she, too, knew
she was right.  I yelled and she started crying and bolted for the door.  I
chased after her but she ran to her car and sped off.



   I stayed mad for another hour then I started to worry.  What if she was
so mad at me that she wanted to get even?  What if she went to Barbara and
told her what we had been doing?  What if she told her parents the older
guy was her teacher?  This was the selfish me.



   Mixed up with all of the social worry was a deeper worry; I had fallen
for Kerry.  It had gone past the recreational sex and into something
deeper, something that involved my soul as well as my body.  I sensed it
when I knew I might have lost Kerry.  It was wrenching, thinking I might
have run her off.  I wanted her, not just as a bedmate but as a buddy.  It
was then, late at night lying in my bed alone, I knew I wanted her there
with me.  I had fucked it up.  Two losses for the price of one; a job and a
mate.  This was the me that was from deep inside.  The me that knew what
was right and what was important.  The one who wanted to do the right
thing, but knew I didn't always do it.  I had a very uncomfortable night.



   All day I waited for them to come drag me away to Barbara's office where
I would be summarily fired.  I stewed over how I had run off Kerry as well.
Stupid me.  Last period I waited to see Kerry but she didn't come for
class. Then I really started to worry.  Was she being held out of class
until they arrested me?  Was she so mad at me that she'd never want to see
me again?  My daughter, my ducats.



   After class, I was sitting in my office, dreading what was surely to
come.  A knock.  I jumped, then bucked up and yelled out, "Come in."



   The door slowly opened and Kerry peeked around the door.  "Hi."



   "Kerry.  I'm so sorry."



   She flung the door open and ran around the desk throwing herself into my
arms.  "Mike, Mike, I'm sorry.  It was all my fault."



   The relief was physical.  My whole body suddenly felt lighter and my
mind relaxed for the first time since the fight.  I grabbed her and held
her to me, "No.  It was my fault.  I was just being stubborn."



   Tears were flowing as Kerry said, "No, I shouldn't have yelled."



   I kissed her cheeks, wet with salty tears.  "It can't be both our fault.
So it must be nobody's fault.  Is that okay?  Nobody is to blame."



   She laughed, "Okay, it's nobody's fault." She hugged me tightly.  We
stood, holding each other, and feeling the wonderful closeness of each
other.  Kerry looked up, "Can we go to your place?  Now?"



   "Yes," I answered.  Pulling me by the hand she headed for the door. 
"Wait.  I have to get my keys and..."



   "Okay.  I'll meet you there."



   "Don't get in an accident," I said.



   "Don't you either.  Love you.  See you there and I'll make it up to
you." She left me with that smile I had come to love because it went with
her most passionate self.



   *****



   Kerry lay in my arms, naked and completely spent as I was.  Our joining
had been wild and full of passion.



   I kissed her forehead.  Kerry looked up, a smile on her face.  "Yes?"



   "I don't want to be the kind of couple that has to argue, then makes up
with wild sex," I said.



   "Okay.  Next time, instead of arguing, let's just have the wild sex,"
she said.



   I laughed, "It's a deal."



   She pulled me down for a kiss.  Then she said in a low voice, "It's a
promise."



   *****



   Barbara met me at the beginning of my first class.  There was a woman
with her, already dressed for Gym.  She introduced her, "Mike this is
Carol, our new temporary Gym teacher."



   We shook hands.  "Nice to meet you." Then to Barbara, "Huh?"



   "The court enjoined the district from applying the Gender Equity Act
yesterday afternoon.  The judge threw the whole law out.  Now it's up to
the Appellate court, if anybody appeals.  The District sure as hell isn't
going to.  As of today, you're back to teaching your old schedule.  It'll
take a couple days to get everything back to the way it was, but that's the
plan," she said.



   I turned to Carol, "Good luck.  I think some of the girls are going to
be disappointed that they won't be able to get away with things anymore."
Carol looked puzzled.



   Barbara jumped in, "Poor Mark used to hide in the office scared of all
of the naked girls in the gym."



   I blushed as Carol and Barbara laughed.



   The rest of the day was chaos as I picked up the classes from Jim and
Sherry, finding out where each one was, picking up the lesson plans.  The
history classes were the worst.  The students had been divvied up and none
of the classes were exactly at the same place.  I'd have to backtrack some
of the students then hurry all of them up to get back on track.



   The women teachers started treating me civilly again as the male
teachers expressed condolences for my bad luck.  Many of the girls told me
that they were sorry to see me go.  They liked having me as the Gym
teacher, especially when they made me blush.  This, of course, made me
blush.  That elicited laughter from the girls.  The male students looked at
me with undisguised envy and wonderment.  `Imagine, he had been the girl's
gym teacher.  All the girls in the school had been naked and he had seen
them.' A few of the boys came up after a class and hinted about one or
other girl, trying to get me to describe their current heart throb.  I
studiously remained oblivious to their questions.  I didn't have the heart
to tell them how few girls I'd actually seen naked, not that I would have
described any particular girl anyway.  I knew the floor and ceiling of the
gym and my desktop quite well.



   *****



   The change didn't affect Kerry and me at all since we had been meeting
away from school anyway.  I was finding myself more and more attracted to
her as our relationship deepened, from all about the sex, to just enjoying
being together.  She spent most evenings at my place, doing homework, her
feet on my lap as I graded papers, or watching TV or a rented movie on
Fridays and Saturdays.  This was not to say that the sex disappeared. 
Kerry certainly had an appetite for it.  I wasn't about to complain.



   One evening we were lying in a quiet lassitude after a rousing bout of
sex when she asked me, "Mike, do you ever fantasize about two girls at
once?"



   "What in the world makes you ask that?"



   "Trish and I were talking today.  She says all guys think about it.  Is
that true?"



   "As far as I know, yeah, all guys think about it," I said hoping that
would end the conversation.  I didn't want her going off about me,
wondering if I thought about threesomes.



   "Have you ever done it?"



   No such luck that she'd drop the subject.  "No.  Most girls don't want
to.  It's just one of those ways men and women are different.  We need to
compromise."



   She rose up on her elbows, looking puzzled.  "But if the girl always
gets her way, how is that a compromise?"



   Good question.  "Girls control sex.  I mean, they decide what they'll do
and what they won't."



   She thought for a moment before saying, "When Trish and me were
sophomores she showed me some magazines her brother had hidden.  They were
pretty graphic and we really poured through them.  They had a lot of girls
doing girls.  Why do guys like that?  I mean, wouldn't you think guys would
be turned off by lesbians?"



   I laughed, "It's not a lesbian thing.  Guys like women, really like
women.  I think it's because we like women so much it makes sense that
women would also like women.  Why wouldn't they?  Men just think that women
should also like men.  So seeing girls do each other make them want to get
into the scene with both girls?"



   Kerry paused as she digested that information.  Then she sat up, the
sheet falling away and exposing her beautiful breasts to me.  I tried not
to stare at them and listen to what she was saying.  "Those magazines have
girls dressed up as cheerleaders, or girl scouts or, like, in school
uniforms, like Catholic school or something.  Do guys like it when girls
are dressed like that?"



   "Yeah, I think many guys do.  It's not the dressing like that that's
sexy in itself.  It's not like a slinky gown that just looks like the woman
is ready for a romp in the sack.  It reminds us of when we were in school
and really, really wanted to date the beautiful cheerleader or the girl in
history class and never did.  We can fantasize that maybe we could get
lucky, even though most of us struck out big time in high school."



   "That makes sense," Kerry said.  "I bet you'd like it if your fantasies
could come to life."



   I pulled her to me, "They already have," as I leaned in and kissed her.













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