Kerry told me Friday that she’d be over in the afternoon on Saturday. I spent the morning cleaning up, changing the sheets and things like that. I knew Kerry and I knew a lazy Saturday afternoon would mean the bed getting a workout. I was looking forward to it.
Kerry let herself in on Saturday. I had given her a key as she was practically living with me, except for the sleeping. I was watching a college game on TV. I heard her come in and shouted, “Hi. Come kiss me,” without turning from the game.
I heard her giggle, then I felt her lean over the back of the couch and kiss my neck. I turned to kiss her properly, and found myself looking at a brunette. I nearly fell off the couch, I pulled back so quickly.
The girl started laughing, “You said come kiss you.”
That’s when I noticed Kerry standing behind the girl watching and laughing, “You should see the look on your face.”
I knew I had been set up. “I should spank you.”
Kerry smiled and turned to the other girl, “I told you he was into some kinky stuff.” They both exploded into peals of laughter.
That’s when I finally noticed, they were dressed identically, plain blue shirts, white shirts, white socks and black shoes. It looked like some sort of school uniform.
Kerry finally said, “This is Trish.” I faintly recognized her from Gym. She was one of the quiet ones who didn’t get involved in the pranks.
“Third period, right?”
“Yeah,” she said.
I looked back at Kerry, “What’s with the outfit?”
She glanced at Trish, who stood next to her, their hands folded. They had obviously practiced something. Kerry started, “Mr. Martin. We need your help. We need some special tutoring that only you can give us. As our Sex Ed teacher we need you to give us special attention and work on our assignments. Right, Trish?”
Trish was blushing slightly. I wondered if she was regretting what Kerry had talked her into. Then, she composed herself, looked at me, and smiled, “That’s right, Mr. Martin. We don’t know how to do the special assignment you gave us. Will you help us with it?”
I recalled the questions Kerry had asked me earlier that week and I caught on to what was happening. The school girl uniforms could only mean Kerry had decided to make my fantasy come true. Suddenly, the room was full of electricity. I looked closely at Trish. She was a very attractive girl, a nice complement to Kerry. My blood headed south and I felt my cock responding. My voice caught in my throat as I tried to answer, “Sure.” I had to cough to clear a passage. “Sure girls. I‘d be glad to help you.”
Kerry led Trish around to the couch, shooing me off as they sat on it. “You watch and tell us what we do wrong,” she said. She pulled Trish into a kiss. I thought my cock had been hard before. Now, it ached. I had to reach into my pocket and adjust it so that it lay straight up against my belly. Kerry saw me and her eyes smiled as she and Trish continued kissing.
“How are we doing, Mr. Martin?”
“So far, I don’t see anything wrong,” I answered. Jesus, I wanted to reach in and grab my cock and jerk it. It truly was painful as it ached in need.
She smiled seductively at me before continuing in her role. “Oh good. Let’s try the next thing, Trish.”
She leaned in and kissed Trish again. This time they started unbuttoning each other's blouses. They pulled off each other's bras, tossing them at my feet. Trish's tits were much smaller than Kerry's, but her breasts were wonderfully shaped. Kerry leaned down and took a nipple into her mouth. Trish closed her eyes and flung her head back as she moaned in pleasure.
Then Trish pushed Kerry back, attacking her tits, sucking on them as Kerry moaned and pushed up at her. Trish reached under Kerry’s skirt, pulling her panties off and tossing them at me. I was tempted to pick them up and hold them to my face, so full of desire was I, but the girls might find that gross and I didn’t want anything to interfere with this show.
Kerry reversed the positions, pushing Trish back on the couch as she kissed Trish, fondled her tits and pulled her panties off to throw them at me. Then it got even better. Kerry smiled at me and slid down between Trish’s spread thighs. She paused, her face just inches away from Trish’s pussy. “Like this, Mr. Martin?” as she buried her face in Trish’s pussy.
Trish moaned, “Oh God, God.” I thought the girls had been putting on a show for me, more or less faking the action. But Trish wasn’t faking... which meant Kerry wasn’t faking. I thought I was about to cum and I hadn’t touched my cock yet. Kerry was eating Trish and looking over at me. I could see her eyes, filled with lust as the rest of her face was buried in Trish’s snatch, licking and sucking.
I didn’t care about any show anymore. My whole being was caught up in the two girls making love on my couch. I started tearing my clothes off; shirt, sweats, and shorts were off in seconds and tossed away. My cock stood up, beating in rhythm and a furious red. Kerry looked over at me and stopped. She smiled, “Look Trish. Mr. Martin wants to play.”
Trish opened her lust lidded eyes, which widened when they settled on my rampant pole. “Yeah.”
Kerry sat up. “Come here,” she said to Trish. Trish sat up and Kerry grabbed her hands pulling her onto her knees. She sat behind Trish and pulled her skirt up over her ass, showing Trish’s cute ass and wet redolent pussy to me. “Is this the position you like, Mr. Martin?”
Trish looked back at me, a smile on her face. “Mr. Martin, you said this position was a good one. Is it?”
I looked at Kerry, searching her eyes to make sure that this was really what she intended. Was this all teasing or did she really mean it. She looked back sensing what I was asking. She nodded. No longer holding myself back, the passion that had been building watching these two nymphs put on their show, exploded in me. I rushed over to the couch and behind Trish. I grabbed her hips and moved to her. She glanced at Kerry, concern on her face. “You’re going to love it,” Kerry said smiling. Then in a stage whisper she said, “He’s really good,” as she smiled up at me.
I smiled back as I lined up my cock with Trish’s upturned pussy. She was ready from the girls' foreplay and I slid into her easily. Trish groaned as my cock filled her. I began fucking Trish in long slow strokes. Her head fell against the couch, giving me a better angle to brush against her clitoris on each stroke. “Play with her tits,” I said quietly to Kerry. She looked surprised, then smiled back at me. She seemed to be saying, ‘It’s your fantasy.’ She reached under Trish and began sensuously teasing her tits as she smiled at me, licking her lips. Jesus, that was erotic. I nearly blew my nut right then, but held back by force of will alone. I knew Kerry had promised Trish some fun and I had to last long enough to give her that.
Trish was incoherently babbling as I sped up my attack on her pussy. Then, I felt her pussy spasm on my cock gripping it so tightly I had trouble pounding into her one last time. I stopped, buried completely inside her. The walls of her vagina rippled along my cock as she moaned and arched her back. It was too much. My cum burst forth flooding her with my seed. Kerry was open-eyed watching both of us climax. Trish went completely limp, almost oozing down onto the couch pulling away from my slowly shrinking cock.
“Jesus,” Kerry whispered.
I turned to her and she held my eye. “I love you,” I said.
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
I nodded.
“All I have to do is let you screw my best friends?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.
I laughed. “No. All you have to do is show me how much you love me.”
The smile never left her face as she launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around me as we kissed passionately. “My turn.” I looked down at my limp cock as Kerry pulled away to see. “Oops,” she said. She smiled her devilish smile again as she sensuously slid down until she was kneeling in front of me. Her tongue snaked out and tasted the end of my cock. “Not bad,” she said. I felt the stirrings in my cock knowing that she was tasting Trish's and my cum slathered over my cock. Kerry slowly took my cock into her mouth, running her tongue over and around it as she sucked up and down the length of the shaft. I felt the stirrings turn into rumblings, then into a rush as my cock quickly grew. Kerry felt it as well and she sucked harder, making it harder until it throbbed in her mouth, full and throbbing.
Kerry unzipped the school skirt she was wearing and tossed it aside. She took my hand in hers, pulling me down onto her as she fell back onto the soft rug. I was between her legs as they wrapped around me, pulling me into her. From long practice I lined up with her easily, my cock finding her pussy. A push, and I entered her. Her heels pulled my ass down and my cock speared into her. “I want you to fuck me, Mr. Martin. Teach me too, just like you did Trish.” I started fucking my sexy baby, my little sexpot who was giving me this wonderful gift of a threesome. “Oh yes, Mr. Martin. I sit in class and dream of this. Dream of you teaching me all about sex.”
“Kerry, oh yes, Kerry,” I moaned, caught up in the little drama she had created. I was fucking two of my students, every male teacher’s suppressed dream. Kerry was hot from watching Trish and me. Her hips were bouncing in need. Our coupling was vigorous and quick. I had to work to keep up with my sexy baby, so full of yearning for her completion. Kerry scaled the heights of her orgasm then tumbled over into it, crying out, her heels digging into my ass as I fucked her hard and fast. She went limp as I settled onto her heaving chest.
As Kerry came down from her cum, I slowed and stopped. Having just cum right before we had started I wasn’t close myself. I looked up and saw Trish on the couch watching us, her eyes glazed over in lust as her hand rubbed her swollen pussy.
“You don’t need to do that,” I said.
“What?” she asked confused.
“Come here,” I said as I pulled out of Kerry. Trish watched, mesmerized as my cock appeared, red and wet, covered in Kerry’s juices. “Come here,” I repeated motioning at the rug. Trish knelt on the rug. I took her hand and had her lay back next to Kerry, as I knelt between her legs. I flipped up her little skirt exposing her mound and settled between her legs. My cock found her vagina and I slipped into her.
“Oh Mr. Martin,” she moaned as I stretched her and filled her with my cock.
“What do you want?” I asked as I moved just a little inside her, mashing her button with my body.
“Teach me,” she moaned.
“Teach you what?”
Trish opened her eyes and saw the teasing in mine. She smiled. “Teach me to fuck.”
I pulled back and thrust into her. “Okay,” I said as I set up a deep rhythmic thrusting, body slapping against body, cock spearing into pussy, chest rubbing over distended nipples.
I lost myself in the pleasure of fucking Trish. Sometimes, you notice the technique, concentrating on pleasing a partner, and sometimes it just happens, you float along, your body doing what it knows how to do. This was one of those times. We fucked, carried along together on a rising tide of passion, our eyes would lock as our bodies moved together, in sync, seeking fulfillment. I saw it approach for her and my body, knowing, readied to climax when she did. When she screamed out her orgasm, my loins answered, giving her my seed in primal completion, the search for new life that is the real goal whether we are conscious of it or not.
Trish cried out as she felt my cumming fill her. We slowed, and stopped. I kissed her, affectionately and quietly.
I fell to the side as Trish snuggled against me, her head on my chest. Kerry snuggled into my other side, her head on my shoulder. “That was awesome,” she said to Trish.
“Yeah,” Trish answered. “It was awesome watching you guys too.”
“I didn’t expect to get so turned on watching,” Kerry said quietly.
“Me either,” Trish reflected. “I figured that was a guy thing, being a voyeur.
They both laughed. “I guess we’re pervs too, just like guys,” Kerry said laughing.
“I guess so.” Trish looked thoughtful. “Thanks for inviting me. That was really fun.”
Kerry looked up at me, so I answered. “I had fun too. You both were wonderful. I guess Kerry told you about my fantasy?” Trish nodded. “Thank you both for making it real. That was special.”
“You’re welcome,” Kerry said as she pulled my head to hers for a kiss.
About a week had passed when I asked Kerry about the weekend. “How do you feel about the time with Trish and me?”
We were watching something inane. Kerry turned to me and grabbed the remote turning off the TV. “I’ve been thinking about it. Did you like it?”
“Yeah. I think you know that,” I said.
She smiled. “I just wanted to make sure.” Then she turned serious. “Mike, would it be okay if we didn’t do that again?”
“Sure,” I said. I had been thinking about it a lot and I had already decided that if Kerry was uncomfortable the best thing I could do was immediately agree. I would be disappointed, but I wouldn’t let her know that. I didn’t want her feeling forced to do something she wasn’t comfortable with.
She was playing with one fingernail. “I know you liked it...”
“Kerry, I liked it, but I love you. There’s a big difference.”
“I’m not saying I didn’t like some of it. And maybe someday I’d want to do it again, but not right away,” she said.
“That’s fine, sweetheart,” I said.
She looked at me carefully, then she knew I really was telling her the truth. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. “You are so wonderful.”
Who was I to disabuse her of that idea? We snuggled on the couch for a while. Then I asked her, “Kerry, can I ask something?”
“About what?”
“Last Saturday,” I said.
“Okay.”
“Was that the first time you and Trish...” I paused, looking for how I wanted to ask the question.
“Had sex together?” she finished for me.
“Yeah.”
“Yes, it was,” she said.
“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply something. It was just that you guys looked so comfortable kissing and touching each other. I just wondered if it was the first time.”
Kerry looked down and fiddled with her fingernails. She looked up, about to say something then backed down.
“Yes?” I said.
“Oh hell. It was the first time we had sex, you know, like real sex together. But me and Trish have been friends forever, like from seventh grade. So, when we were young and we were curious about kissing and stuff...” She looked up at me trying to read me.
I smiled, “I take it you two maybe practiced with each other?”
“Yeah. I mean, it wasn’t real sex. We would kiss each other pretending that one of us was the boy. Then one day, Trish opened her lips a little and we were Frenching. Then we were touching each other, you know, on our tits. That got us really hot; so we took off our tops and touched each other. She sucked on my tits and I did hers. But that was it. We never went farther. It wasn’t really sex,” she finished.
I took her hands in mine, “It’s okay sweetie. I don’t think that was bad. A lot of kids fool around. I don’t think you’re bad or anything. In fact, I think it’s kind of sexy. It makes me wish I knew you and her back then. I would have loved to introduce you both to sex. It also makes Saturday even more special for me. I was worried that maybe it was all acting by you and Trish. I’m glad to know that you do like each other and it was real.”
“It was real, all right. Trish really liked it too. I just don’t know if I can share you. I like to have you all to myself,” she said, throwing her arms around my neck, her lips just an inch from mine.
“I am yours,” I said as we melted into a kiss.
We were having dinner a week before graduation when Kerry surprised me, again. “I want to move in when I graduate.”
“Here?”
“Of course here, you spaz,” she said laughing.
“But Kerry, I thought you’re going to go to college. Aren’t you?”
“Yes. I had another one of those discussions with my folks. At first they blew up. They aren’t going to pay for me to go to college if I’m shacked up with some no good, yada, yada. I asked them, if I was going to an expensive college on the east coast, wouldn’t they pay? Yes. And how would they know who I was living with? They wouldn’t. So, if I go to a local school that is twenty times cheaper, they won’t pay? I can have an expensive shack up on the coast but not a cheap one at home? Anyway, we went back and forth and they finally agreed to pay for college, but no room and board if I’m shacked up. I figure I can get a part time job and pay my way here. I won’t need much to spend.”
I knew there was only one answer. “Kerry, I can’t wait until I get to hold you in my arms every night.” It was the right answer. She came out of her chair and dragged me into the bedroom.
The day after graduation, Kerry showed up, her car loaded with clothes and personal stuff. I helped her move in. As we were putting things away she dropped the next bomb. “I promised my folks they could meet you finally. I had to. They’re coming to dinner tonight.”
“Tonight?” she nodded. “Oh my God,” I muttered.
“Mike, they are being cool about us. I had to say yes.”
I could only nod.
We hurried to get the place in shape and dinner fixed. I went with spaghetti. It’s easy and everyone likes it.
Her parents showed up at seven. It was strained to say the least. We sat down for dinner and I poured wine for everyone. I could see in their eyes they didn’t like Kerry drinking, but they didn’t say anything.
Conversation was civilized, but not warm. Her mom asked at one point, “How much older are you?”
“I’m four years older.”
“But she said you had a college degree,” her mom continued.
“I graduated early. I’m only twenty-two,” I said.
“What do you do?”
“I teach.”
“Oh.” A pause, then she asked, “Where?”
Kerry jumped in, “Elmcrest. Don’t even think about it.”
“But Kerry...”
“Don’t. I’ll swear I was eighteen when I met Mike and I had graduated when we got together. I’ll swear to that in court,” she said quietly but forcefully.
Her mom and dad looked at each other, a complete conversation in that glance.
I took Kerry’s hand. “That’s the way I want us to be when we’ve been married twenty years. A conversation in a glance.”
Both heads snapped around. “What did you say?”
Kerry held my hand, “He said, ‘When we’ve been married twenty years, he wants us to be just like that.’”
“My folks do that too. They have whole conversations in a glance because they know each other so well. I want my wife and me to be that way, able to communicate so well,” I said. I didn’t know it, but that was the watershed moment.
Her father reached over and took his wife’s hand. “That is the most important thing, isn’t it?”
They shared a look and I saw her face soften, “Yes it is, isn’t it?” She looked back at Kerry and me holding hands.
I saw her father squeeze her hand, “I hate it too. She’s gone and grown up.”
I saw the start of tears in her mother’s eyes. Kerry was out of her chair and had her arms wrapped around her mom, “I do love him.”
Kerry grabbed her dad and hugged him. “Love you, Daddy.”
The tension, which could have been cut with a knife, evaporated. They had been worried, understandably, since they had never been able to meet this man their daughter was dating.
“Now I see why we couldn’t meet the mystery man,” Mrs. Sturgis said. “So, Kerry, I think you can tell us the real story.”
Kerry let go of her dad and sat down next to me, grabbing my hand. “I couldn’t help it, mom. Mike was my gym teacher.”
Her mom interrupted, “So you were the notorious male gym teacher.”
“That was me, and it was awful,” I said. Her dad looked dubious. “No, Mr. Sturgis...”
“Call me Brian.”
“And Kathy,” her mom said.
I smiled, “Thanks. Really, it was awful. I really tried to be a gentleman and I felt like such an unwanted intruder.”
Kerry laughed, “You should have seen him blush.” She regaled her parents with stories of the pranks the girls pulled on each other and how they would make me blush. How some of the girls started wondering if I was gay. I was astounded at that. But Kerry just laughed and I had to join her. We were all laughing by the time she was done.
“So you met him in class. How did you...”
“He seduced me,” Kerry said matter-of-factly. I choked on my wine.
Her parents' eyes widened, then they realized Kerry was trying to goad them and they laughed. “I guess we can skip that part,” her mother said as I wiped wine off my shirt. Luckily, I had a burgundy colored polo shirt on that night.
“I started coming over here after school, just to hang out, watch TV or a movie and pretty soon it was every day. We’ve been together six months and only had one argument and that was five months ago. We just like being together,” Kerry said holding my hand against her.
Her parents exchanged a glance. “Well, it had to happen one day. Our little girl has gone and grown up.” I saw tears start in Kathy’s eyes.
“Now don’t start that or you’ll never stop,” Brian said.
“Men,” Kathy said, dabbing at her eyes.
Brian looked over at me. He extended his hand, “Welcome, Mike.”
I shook his hand, “Thanks. I’ll do my best.”
“That’s all a man can do,” he said.
Brian asked, “So, are you going to keep teaching at Elmcrest?”
“Yes. They offered me a contract for next year. No girls' gym; the principal promised. I’m teaching one class this summer and I’ll have a full load next year. I want to get my Master’s. That’s a five percent pay raise over the regular salary schedule. I can get my MA in Education and do most of the work over the Internet.”
“That’s going to cost you some?” Kathy asked.
“Yeah, but it will pay for itself over time,” I answered.
Kathy looked around the apartment and I could see the calculations going on in her head.
I felt a little defensive, their daughter living in a little apartment like this. “They don’t pay first year teachers very much,” I added.
Brian jumped in, “They don’t pay beginning anybody very much. That’s why young people have to be in love, so they don’t realize they are poor. Love shades all.”
Kerry smiled at me, “I don’t mind.”
Brian and Kathy shared another look, then they smiled at each other. Some decision had been made. I wondered what it was.
The rest of dinner was spent laughing and talking about our pasts. Brian and Kathy told all of their stories about Kerry, many of which she blushed her way through, and I told them about my college career. Brian was suitably impressed that I had lettered in football three years running at State. I told him I’d been lucky with injuries, nothing major.
At the end of the evening Kathy gave me a hug and Brian followed with a firm handshake. I had passed the test.
We found out what the decision had been a few days later. Kathy called Kerry and told her that they had thought about what she said, them paying room and board if she went to an expensive college but not if she went to a local college. They had decided that she was right so they were going to cover her tuition and send her a monthly stipend as long as she maintained a 2.75 average. They felt that since she was getting the stipend, she wouldn’t have to work part time and should be able to keep that GPA. Kerry was bright and had nearly a 4.0 in school so she should be able to do that. I had played football and still carried a 3.0.
A week later, we were invited over for dinner. After dinner, Brian invited me into the game room. Over darts he told me that they thought a Master’s was a good idea. They would be willing to loan me the money, a loan with a signed agreement and payable when the degree was complete, for doing the work. I thanked him but said I thought I’d be able to do it anyway. But if I couldn’t, I’d take him up on the offer. I also told him how honored I was that they would make such an offer. He shrugged it off but I knew he appreciated my saying it. At least once a week, we were over at their house for dinner. I think Kathy didn’t feel that was often enough.
Many an evening, Kerry and I would be in the front room, her with a book and me with mine, studying. I finished my Master’s in two years. Kerry finished her degree in three and a half years. That’s when Kathy and Kerry started planning the wedding. Oh yes, Kerry was wearing my ring by then.
After I finished my Master's, and gained tenure, I was making a decent living. We were rolling in the dough; at least it felt like it. I knew then what I wanted. I bought a ring, a great big rock of a diamond ring. One morning I told her to stay in bed. She was expecting breakfast in bed. Instead, I had roses hidden. I also had a bunch of paper hearts I had cut out of construction paper. Okay, it was a little funky, but it felt right. I decorated the dining room with balloons, flowers, and hearts and told her to come out. She opened the door and froze, a look of wonder on her face. I had her sit down and got down on my knee. I held out the little black velvet box: told her I loved her, wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, and asked her to marry me. She said, "Yes," as tears of joy welled up in her beaming eyes.
American men owe Disney an unalterable hatred for what he did. Weddings. I'm not sure the marriage is worth going through the wedding. Girls grow up dreaming, obsessing, worrying, planning, talking to their friends about their wedding: watching Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and Beauty and the Beast. They dream of that one day when they are Cinderella. That's what Disney has done to American men, turned us into pumpkins. None of us will ever measure up to Disney's Prince Charming and the perfection of those weddings, but that's what girls want. Ah, the pain of it. If we only could have eloped...
You know, life is funny. I have to thank the lesbians of NOW for my marriage. It would never have happened had they not passed their crazy law and made me a girls' gym teacher. I never would have met Kerry. I wonder sometimes how things like this happen. Kismet? Are we fated to meet the one? Or is it just blind chance, our own Uncertainty Principle at work? I know that I met the one for me, and I hope I’m the one for her. All I can do is the best that I can.
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