The next few days went rather quickly for Cindy. She didn' t run into Marty the whole week. She was quite happy about that, since the Saturday afternoon encounter had embarrassed her a great deal.
Cindy developed an ability to ignore Eric Bulton' s knowing stares and sexual leers. He had stayed away from her the entire week and Cindy hoped that her oversexed student had taken their afternoon sex as the first and last payment of his blackmail scheme.
She had, however, come into contact with the gym teacher, Keith, a couple of times. Aside from an occasional pinch on the ass and a wink he kept his distance.
As the end of the week neared, Cindy began to wonder if any of the events of the previous Friday and Saturday had really taken place. She wasn' t quite sure if they were simply the imaginings of an undersexed mind.
Friday mornings began quite unpleasantly for Cindy. Her alarm did not go off as it should have. Instead, the bleary- eyed teacher rolled over, cocked one eye open, and nearly fell out of bed when she noticed it was seven- thirty.
" Jesus!" she screamed as she jumped out of bed and threw on her clothes.
In her hurry she put a good- sized run in her stockings.
" Oh, this is going to be a red- letter day," she said sardonically as she rushed out the door. It was a beautiful spring day, but Cindy only noticed the bumper- to- bumper traffic as she drove to the high school. Despite her efforts, she was an hour late for school.
She hurried into her first class, only to be met by Keith Lawson.
" Here' s our pretty little lady," he said to the class as Cindy showed up. She gave him a quick, sharp look and smiled at the class.
" Uh, thank you for starting out the day for us, Mr. Lawson. I' m sure the class enjoyed having a different teacher for a change."
" Well, I sure don' t look as good in a dress, that' s for sure!"
He smiled and the class laughed. Cindy turned red.
" Thank you for the off- handed comment – don' t you have to take some laps or something. "
" Er, yes I suppose I do!"
Later, Cindy found out that she had missed a meeting. Every month the sixth- hour class would meet in the morning for fifteen minutes to discuss coming activities and school problems.
Cindy' s particular class was her sex education forum. Apparently they met without their pretty teacher.
She found out that there was to be a class outing on the following Wednesday. She would be responsible for chaperoning her class on the trip.
" Who can tell me about this upcoming trip? I missed the meeting today."
" You sure did," Eric said rather loudly, breaking up the whole class.
" What do you mean by that, Mr. Bulton?" Cindy asked sternly.
" Well since we didn' t have a teacher, I had to lead the class in discussion."
Another round of laughter followed his statement.
" That' s good, Eric. Perhaps, then, you can give me the details of next week' s field trip. I want to know where we' re going and what' s on the agenda – if you please," Cindy said somewhat uneasily.
" Well, teach, we' re going to Red Run park and you get to be our escort!"
He smiled seductively. Cindy couldn' t be sure, but it looked as if his big prick, pressed tightly against his jeans, jerked as he spoke. " So, what kind of things do we do there?" she asked innocently.
" You know, all the things kids like us do at a park," Eric said.
" Like what, Mr. Bulton?" Cindy asked, a twinge of anger in her voice.
" Like baseball, nature trails, picnics and swimming. "
" Well, I' ll be sure to bring my swimsuit," Cindy said with a smile.
To her amazement, the class erupted into cheers and whistles.
Cindy was taken aback by the response, but took it as a compliment and began the class. Visions of their well- built teacher in a skimpy bathing suit danced in the heads of fourteen horny teenagers.