KIRSTY

A Forest Park High School Story by Derek Hoffnung

Head of Geography David Holbrook took advantage of the quiet afternoon

to do some marking. He was scheduled to take 2B on a Geography class

but Susan Lee, his student teacher had taken 2B out with her class into

Forest Park behind the school, to teach them basic map reading skills.

David paused to look out of the window and smiled as a group of kids

milled about in the tree line turning the map this way and that way and

scratching their heads. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." He called.

Kirsty Hubbard looked around at the empty desks.

"I've sent them all home for good behaviour." He quipped.

"Yeah right," said Kirsty "I've seen 2B out in the woods with Miss Lee

and their behaviour definitely isn't good. Can I speak with you sir?"

"Of course," he said patting his desk, "sit yourself down. You look

upset. What's wrong?"

The pretty 6th former closed the door and perched on the edge of his

desk, crossing her legs. David tried not to be obvious as he admired

the flash of thigh below her high-riding skirt. She handed him a sheaf

of papers.

"I won't be needing these anymore. My dad's accepted an overseas job

and enrolled me into Farley." Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Farley is a really good school Kirsty, you should be happy to be

going there." Farley, if David remembered correctly was third from the

top of the best girls boarding schools in southeast England.

"I'm not happy at all. I don't want to go." She sobbed; the tears

flowed, splashing her white blouse. She couldn't see, everything was

blurred. "I love you David!" She blurted out.

The silence was punctuated by her sobs. David Holbrook stood up and

took her hands, pulling her to her feet and into his embrace. He held

her tightly and let her cry on his shoulder. Eventually her sobs

subsided and she lightly kissed his ear, adding another "I love you"

for good measure. She managed a smile as she felt his hand slip under

her short skirt and caress her bottom.

David felt the edge of her panties through her tights. She felt hot.

He realised that his erection was prodding against her stomach.

"Sir?"

"I preferred it when you called me David."

"David," she whispered in his ear, "if you don't make love to me right

now I'm going to rape you."

"Kirsty, you're a little minx. I'm convinced you've been trying to

seduce me for the past two years. You and your friends."

Kirsty giggled. "Yeah, we have. We even had a bet on it. Remember on

that French trip when I sneaked into your bed in the night? I won a

load of money, the first girl in class to sleep with you. Don't worry

they knew it was just sleep. I wish it could have been more."

"You were only fourteen." He commented.

"Mmm," she said remembering fondly, "I said I was cold and lonely and

went to sleep while you cuddled me."

"Yes, I remember you shivering."

"I wasn't shivering. I was trembling. I had nothing on under my

nightshirt and was praying you would touch me. I was soaking. I've

got a confession to make."

"Another one?" He said.

"Uh - huh. I didn't tell anyone this but after about an hour I woke up

again. I touched you and it got really hard. I held it while I rubbed

myself. I had to stuff the pillow in my mouth to stop myself crying

out and waking you up. It was my best cum ever. David, I'm soaked

through, let's make love." She nodded towards the door at the end of

the classroom, taking his hand and gently pulling him towards the stock

room.

David paused at the door to transfer the stock room key to the back off

the lock. Once they were inside he locked them in. He pulled Kirsty

close and kissed her hard, she reciprocated, parting her lips as she

felt his tongue probe her mouth.

David ran his fingers up under the lapels of her blue blazer, slipping

his fingers underneath and lifting it off her shoulders. She put her

arms down and the blazer fell onto the floor. David nuzzled her neck,

his nostrils flared, breathing in the scent of her inexpensive perfume.

He felt Kirsty's hands move between them as she slowly unbuttoned her

blouse. She moaned softly as he reached behind her and unfastened her

bra. He hooked his fingers into the straps and moved them clear of her

shoulders, kissing at the mark left behind by the tight straps as the

flimsy garment fell away.

Taking a small pert breast in his hand, he cupped it as he gently

sucked and nibbled at the swollen nipple, repeating the action on her

other breast. Kirsty groaned loudly. She was frantic and her panties

were saturated. She ached to have him inside her.

Kirsty unbuttoned his shirt, desperate to feel his warmth against her

flesh. She slipped her hands inside and helped him take it off. While

she unzipped her skirt he undid his belt and took down his trousers and

underpants. Kirsty hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her tights

and skimmed them, and her panties, down over her thighs and off her

feet.

Kirsty gasped as she took hold of his manhood. As they kissed she

stroked it's length and found it's tip wet with pre-cum. She felt his

hands on her shoulders as he as he pushed her slowly to the floor. His

erection bobbed above her as her backside settled on the cold tiles.

She raised her head hoping to be able to take it in her mouth. But he

was already kneeling down and spreading her ankles apart and she closed

her eyes as he lowered his head to her lap.

Kirsty felt him touch her wetness and pull back her labia to expose her

glistening vulva and vulnerable clitoris. His tongue licked around her

bubbling vagina and rasped over her clit. Kirsty pushed his head away

as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. The sweet pain was too much

and would send her over the top. She wanted him inside her.

He covered her with his body, his cock head nudging her fleshy inner

lips. She felt his hand move down and guide the tip to her gaping

entrance. She looked up pleading and then closed her eyes as she felt

the sweet ecstasy of penetration.

Slowly at first, moving together and savouring the sensation, they

gradually increased the urgency of their lovemaking. Kirsty was close

to orgasm and raised her knees, wrapping her lower legs around his

thighs. Her breathing was ragged. Beads of perspiration stood out on

her forehead. He was breathing in pants, thrusting deeply inside her.

"I'm gonna cum" she cried out "oooh Jeeeesuss!" She felt her vagina

contract around his shaft as the orgasm washed over her body until

every nerve ending was tingling.

"Aaarrrgh!" she heard him cry a few second later as he collapsed onto

her. She was vaguely aware of his cock spurting hotly inside her.

Sated and exhausted they lay in each other's arms. As they coasted

down and their breathing returned to near normality, he turned her face

towards him. He lightly brushed her lips with his.

"I love you too Kirsty." He whispered.

Kirsty beamed. The stockroom floor was hard and cold but she didn't

care. She felt bruised between the legs and imagined that she could

feel his cum leaking out. David looked into the girl's loving eyes and

wiped a stray strand of hair from her face. Something nagged at his

concentration. A sound. A high-pitched whirring and the occasional

thud. David glanced up at the window. It was dark outside. The sound

got nearer.

"The cleaners!" He said and briefly kissed Kirsty's parted lips.

"Quick, get dressed sweetheart, we've got to get out of here."

They scrabbled for their clothes and started to dress.

"Eeewwww!" Kirsty said involuntarily as she pulled up her cold sodden

panties. She stuffed her bra and tights in her blazer pocket to save

time.

David sneaked her out of school, and to Kirsty's surprise came in to

talk with her father after driving her home. She

couldn't hear what was being said through the closed study door and was

mildly disappointed when she found he had left without saying goodbye

while she was getting changed.

"That Mr Holbrook is the Deputy Headmaster isn't he?" Her father

asked.

""Uh-huh. He's also the best teacher in the whole school."

"Yes well, he certainly thinks highly of you. I didn't know you were

getting on so well."

Kirsty was a bit nonplussed and tried to ring David's mobile from her

bedroom. It was engaged for hours and she eventually got an answer just

after ten p.m. She smiled when she heard his voice.

"I've been trying to ring you all night but you've been engaged it must

have cost you a fortune."

"Hiya Kirsty. How on earth did you get my number? No matter, just

don't go ringing me when I'm in class, especially if you're only in the

class next door."

Kirsty's voice changed. "I won't be there, remember?"

"We'll see. I've been trying to move heaven and earth."

"Huh?"

"Look smart tomorrow Kirsty, really smart. Proper uniform all pressed

and prim and proper. No tights please, white socks and proper school

knickers, just in case."

"What? I haven't worn those horrible knickers since the second year,

except for PE. They still fit but they are so uncool. Do I have to

wear them?"

"Yes you do. You'll be called in tomorrow to see the board of

governors for an interview."

"The board of governors! Am I in trouble?"

"No silly, it's for an job interview. There will be a vacancy as a

student teacher next year and I want you. Watch out for the grey

haired old man and flash him your knickers if you get the chance. He

gets off on schoolgirls."

"So do you." Kirsty giggled, hoping her father wasn't listening in on

the downstairs extension.

"Yes but I'm already impressed. Now you'll have to impress him. Look

I've got to get something to eat before I get to bed. So I'll have to

go."

"You haven't eaten yet? Okay, I'll let you go. I love you and I'll

be dreaming about you."

"Don't wear yourself out," he laughed "I need you fresh in the

morning."

"I need you right now." She said huskily, feeling herself dampen.

"Minx. Good night Kirsty."

"G'night, mmmwah!" she blew a kiss down the phone and hung up.

Kirsty woke early and remembered with fondness the dream that had made

her so horny she had to shower to clean herself up. After a good

breakfast she ironed her uniform twice to make sure. She wrinkled her

nose as she pulled on the navy blue regulation knickers that came up to

just below her belly button, running her fingers down around her

buttocks to straighten the leg elastic. How could anyone think they

were sexy, she thought. She knew they were still included in the

school dress code but none of the girls actually wore them except under

their PE skirts. She spent an age brushing her hair before tying it in

a ponytail with a cute red ribbon, which matched exactly the shade of

her school tie. Kirsty applied a subtle shade of lipstick and the

merest hint of eye shadow. She pouted in the mirror. Perfect.

"C'mon Kirsty!" Her father called impatiently through the bathroom door.

Kirsty met David Holbrook at the school reception and he gave her the

once over, whistling in appreciation of the obvious effort she had made.

She wanted so bad to kiss him or have him hold her. She felt nervous.

They stood outside his office door and she gasped as she felt his hand

slip stealthily under her short grey skirt and cup her buttocks. He

gave a little squeeze.

"David!" She hissed, looking about in case anyone had seen.

"Just checking. I'm glad to see you're complying fully with dress

code."

"I'm taking them off as soon as I come out."

"Spoil sport." He said as he knocked on the door and propelled her

through.

There were three people sat behind David's desk. Two women sat to the

right of an elderly distinguished looking white haired man.

"Thank you Mr Holbrook, we'll let you know when we have finished."

The gent said. Kirsty panicked slightly as David closed the door and

left her alone in front of the panel of governors.

"Now, Kirsty isn't it?" He had a kind voice she decided.

"Yes Sir. Kirsty Hubbard." She said, amazed at how confident her voice

sounded.

The interview went well and near the end Kirsty had her chance to win

the old man over. As he asked her about her other strong subject,

Physical Education, his pencil slipped from his fingers and rolled off

the desk. Quick as a flash Kirsty leapt into action and picked it up

for him. She bent at the waist, standing right next to him, hamming it

up a little by thrusting her butt out, knowing full well her knickers

were exposed. Kirsty jumped, letting out a little yelp as she felt his

fingers stroke her pussy lips from the rear though her knickers. She

composed herself and handed him back the pencil.

"Thank you very much my dear." He said, his eyes twinkling.

Kirsty smiled sweetly at him and retook her place on the other side of

the desk. The three panel members whispered conspiratorially and nodded.

"Well Kirsty," the man began "we are satisfied that you have the

potential to become a fine teacher at this school. From the end of

this term you will be appointed as a student teacher in the Geography

Department under Mr Holbrook. You will have to work hard but I'm, sure

you will pass your teacher training certification and go on to great

things. Well Done. I'll have the school secretary contact Farley and

inform them you will not be attending there. As for accommodation, I

believe Mr Holbrook has made arrangements for you while your father is

working overseas."

Kirsty was beaming as they dismissed her.

The bell had rung for the first break and Kirsty pushed passed the

crowds of noisy kids on their way to the playground.

David was sitting at his desk. Kirsty ran to him and threw her arms

around his neck, lifting her leg over his and straddling him. She

kissed him until they had to break off to breathe.

"Well that was obviously successful. Did you show him your knickers?"

"Show him? The dirty old sod actually touched me up. Who is he anyway?"

David chuckled "He's Lawrence Tucker. He was headmaster here back in

the early seventies."

"I start next term."

"Oh no. I think you'll find you start at the end of this term."

"It's the same thing isn't it?"

"No. While everyone else enjoys a six-week break you will be here with

me working hard towards your certification."

"Oh. What was that he said about accommodation - are you sorting it out

for me?"

"It's already sorted. Your father thought it was a wonderful idea that

you come and stay with me."

"Oh David!" she squealed, hugging him hard. "When can I move in?"

"How quickly can you pack?"

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