A New Teacher's Welcoming

I tucked my shirt in, gathered my pack and nodded at an older overweight bloke who was walking towards the school. As I passed a small VW Golf the occupant, an attractive lady in her late thirties with long black curly hair, hopped out of the car and waved to me.

"Hi there," she said, "Welcome." Taken by her good looks I replied with a simple hello and a cliched comment on the weather.

"It's a bit warm," was all I could muster.

"It'll get worse," she said, "I'm Sharon by the way."

"Julian." She held out her hand and we shook.

"Ahhh," she said, "the new boy in our department."

"You're in English?" I said with maybe a bit too much cheer. "Excellent, you can show me the ropes."

"Not a problem at all," Sharon said, "Just follow me."

I was happy to, Sharon, although petite, cut a fine figure. We didn't speak as we headed towards the staff room and I absorbed as much detail of the buildings as I could. Student artworks were scattered around the hallways and the heavy oppression of a room that had been closed up for six weeks hit me. I was surprised to see two male students, in full uniform, walking past a window.

The English staff room was full of activity as the teachers all gathered up their folders and notebooks. Only two of them, both female, looked at me. That was until Sharon spoke up.

"Everyone," she said as she dumped her bags on the table in the middle of the room. "Welcome back," I wasn't sure, but I think that Sharon was the Head Teacher. "This young man here, is Julian, Tom's replacement." The five other staff members all took turns shaking my hand and introducing themselves. I immediately forgot all their names except for another brunette named Kathy. Kathy was a touch too skinny for me, but she had really sexy eyes and deep red lips.

"Let's get going down for the meet and greet," Sharon said.

"Are you the Head Teacher?" I asked.

"Temporary head, yes," she replied, "The permanent is away on leave."

"Right, a bit of an extended holiday then?" It was the wrong thing to ask.

"No," Sharon said. "She's pregnant, and because it's probably better that you know now rather than finding out from someone else, or just saying something stupid, her husband has left her because the baby is actually Tom's, the man you're replacing. Tom's also taken off because he's married and is trying to save his marriage. So now she's living with her two other kids at her mother's, and her mother is slowly slipping into dementia."

I felt like a total dick. "Right, that was stupid," I said and tried to change the subject. "Which desk is mine?"

"The cursed one here," Kathy said and everyone laughed. "At least that's what we like to call it."

I could say nothing but thank you, and I think it was a wise decision.

As soon as I placed my bag on my chair though, we all had to head down to the hall for the welcome speech by the principal.

The hall was identical to every other public school hall I'd ever seen. Pale yellow bricks, grey painted doors, retractable basketball hoop etc, etc.

At that point I was feeling fine. Apart from being the dubious recipient of the doomed chair, all was pretty good. I'd had a magnificent shag, a great breakfast, the town was nice and the English staff all seemed approachable.

The hall was fairly well packed with teachers, some who'd come from other towns in the region. I was sitting alongside my English compatriots when the Principal, named Gavin, took the podium and began the usual welcome speech.

I was mindlessly flicking through some paperwork when Gavin's speech took my attention.

"As is the tradition here at Coolamein High School, we have quite a few new teachers to welcome and be shown the way around the school. Could I get the two captains and the vice-captains to come to the stage please."

It was at that moment, as soon as I saw the two girls and the two boys stand up, that the pinnacle that I had been tumbling down earlier in the day, reappeared, this time with jagged edges, fire breathing dragons and a deep sense of doom. The cursed chair had already cast its spell. For when the girls stood up, I recognised Erin and Georgie before they'd even turned around.

I couldn't believe that I'd fucked the girl's captain and girl's vice captain the night before. As they swaggered up onto the stage all I could do was remember how fucking hot they'd been only hours earlier. That great feeling though oscillated with my intense unease and fear that I was now breaking all the rules regarding teacher/student relations.

Emotions and thoughts swirled in my cerebral cortex. I was devastated that I couldn't fuck them again, but oh so glad that I had. I wanted to tell all the blokes about how I'd fucked these two hot girls, but now couldn't. Technically my contract with the department only started today, but no one will even be worried about that if word gets out.

That left me worrying what the girls would do, would they brag to their friends or try to blackmail me? Erin in particular concerned me the most. Her demeanour after our session only ten hours earlier, her insistence that it wouldn't be the last time, again left me excited, and fearful.

I used the head of the person in front of me to shield my face as I slumped back in my chair, hoping that they wouldn't spot me amongst the many. The summer Coolamein girl's school uniform was a short grey check skirt, white blouse, long white socks and black shoes. The girls wore it well. I was safely obscured from the two vixens and I thought I'd have time to procure my thoughts, develop a plan of action. It wasn't to be.

"Now if all the new high school teachers could stand and come up to the stage," Gavin said, "the students will take them for a quick tour before we settle down for our first session."

Suddenly all I could feel, was fear. Fight or flight, they say, are our two responses to situations like this. I have a third; don't move and pretend that you're invisible. It doesn't work.

I felt as though my ankles had sprouted roots and were now tightly attached to a boulder sitting below the hall floor. I was just staring at the days workshops, trying to look as though I hadn't heard anything, attempting to look like an ignorant fool.

"Julian," Sharon called out, "Wakey, wakey, don't be shy, up you go."

I had no choice but to face the grim reality that I had to get up out of the safety of my seat and take the long, long walk up to the stage. What made it worse was that due to my reluctance to stand, I was now the final, and most obvious new teacher to rise. I deliberately avoided eye-contact with anyone at all on the stage, but out of the corner of my eye I could see Erin and Georgie staring straight at me.

When I rounded the stage and finally climbed the precipice to the top of the hangman's gantry, I was greeted by Gavin who asked "And you are?"

"Julian," I said "Julian Horneman"

I was now right next to the two smiling assassins Erin and Georgie, and I somehow gathered up the courage to look at them. It was Erin who gave me the micro expression of delight. It was only for a fraction of a second, but a lewd smile flicked at me like a camera's flash. I could feel myself begin to shake in sheer terror at being up on stage.

Gavin returned to the microphone and began our introduction to all and sundry. There were five of us new teachers, three ladies, myself and an overweight and more nervous, if that was even possible, fellow called Pete.

As for the ladies, none were offensive, but neither of them were drop dead gorgeous either.

"Just a reminder also for everyone here in Coolamein," Gavin said, "that the welcome barbecue, for all new teachers, primary and secondary, is on tonight, as always, out at Sharon and Marcus's house out on Billabong Road." Sharon stood up and waved her hand.

Perfect. A valid reason not to be at the pub tonight. As much as I wanted to fuck those two gorgeous girls again, I had too much at stake. Fraternising with students is just calamitous if you're ever discovered. You get stood down, you're put under investigation by the toe-cutters at the department, who everyone knows, favours the stories told by the pupils over the teacher.

As we stood up on the stage, and keeping a slight eye on Georgie and Erin, I formulated a quick plan of escape.

Firstly I had to move out of the pub immediately and find somewhere else to live. In fact, I had to avoid the pub as much as I could. I had to completely avoid all contact with them at school and just hope to God that they weren't in any of my classes.

"Okay you five," Gavin said, "After a quick look around your first training session is to get email setup on the network, learn all the IT protocols etc, etc, so we'll see you back here for morning tea."

I was the first off the stage and welcomed the blast of warm air that greeted us as we exited.

Trailing well behind, and whispering conspiratorially, Erin and Georgie though quickly sped up and took control of proceedings. I was powerless to stop them.

"I think that we should split up," Georgie said, "We'll take the two men for a tour, and you two take the ladies." Erin gave the boy's captain a stern, affirmative look, "Good idea?" It was more of a demand than a question.

"Sure," the lanky, spotty youth said. "Sound's good." This boy, like me, was in lust with Erin. He'd do anything to impress her.

I have to admit that the girls were professional in how they conducted the tour. There was no indication whatsoever that we'd even met before. They called me Mr Horneman, although Erin did say Horn Man rather than Hor-neh-man. No doubt Hornyman was soon to be used. Their executive style was in play right up until we entered one of the science classrooms.

Peter the fat man was in front and Georgie followed him in, just as we'd done a number of times earlier. This time however Erin stopped suddenly at the doorway, causing me to crash into her. I could smell her skin, her hair, her feral sexuality. With a swift movement she reached down and grabbed me on the crotch. I coughed in shock and spun around towards the windows on the opposite side of the hall. Erin didn't follow me but rather went into the room, leaving me to stew over what had happened.

That contact, although brief, had done it's trick. I was consumed once more with a desire so raw, so intense that rational thought began to flow out of my head-brain, down to my dick-brain where it was converted into a semi-hard erection.

I placed my folder over my swelling loins, an action that both the girls noticed and grinned at.

Of course it was Erin who set the ball rolling. She turned to Peter and asked him what faculty he was in and when he said Maths, she turned to me asked me the same question.

"English," I stammered.

"Well there's not much time and no real point in showing you both faculties in detail, so I'll take Mr Horneman to English and the library, while Georgie gives Mr Anderson a tour of the Maths faculty." Erin said, "Then we'll show them all the other important areas, like the canteen, before we head back."

I felt like a gazelle being isolated from the herd, but my teaching compatriot liked the idea.

"English is the natural enemy of the Maths faculty," he said without a touch of humour.

I wanted to call him a dumb fat cunt but self-control was slowly returning. I could handle this.

Despite my reservations of being alone with Erin, I was going to take control. Resisting temptation is one of my failings that I was determined to correct. From too much booze and drugs to a laissez-faire attitude to sexual congress, during my tenure in Coolamein, I was going to change.

Okay last night was a weak moment, but that was all going to change. Natasha was right about two things. I had to grow up, and settle down.

"No worries," I may have said a bit too enthusiastically, "Math's rooms are a drab affair at the best of times."

Peter just scoffed ever so gently and away he toddled with Georgie a good distance away from him.

As soon as they were around the corner I grabbed Erin and dragged her back into the room and slammed the door shut.

"What the fuck are you two up to?" I whispered loudly.

Erin just smiled and walked over to the teacher's desk. "What are we up too?" She flashed me a smile, "You're the one who fucked two students last night."

"I had no fucking idea you were both students," I checked out the door window for any signs of life.

"And we had no fucking idea that you were a teacher," she said, "You weren't exactly forthcoming with the information last night, in fact," she hopped up on the desk causing her skirt to rise up. I felt that familiar twinge in my loins, "I would go as far as saying that you deliberately kept us in the dark."

"Oh fuck off," I couldn't stop looking at her legs and she knew it because she slowly began scissoring them apart and closed again. "That blackmailing shit won't work. You two organised the whole thing. It was like you did it all the time, just like the pool game. And what was with that sly grope before?"

Suddenly her demeanour changed, she went from flirt to hurt in a millisecond. She tilted her head to the side and I could swear her eyes began to water up. "Are you saying that Georgie and I just go around fucking anybody? Is that who you think we are, the town sluts?"

I was silenced.

"You were our first threesome and this is how you thank us?" she continued, "You had the time of your life last night and so did we."

"I know," I had to smile, she was right, I did. Just thinking of it sent a surge of blood to my loins. Without thinking about the signal it sent, I moved my hand to my groin to slightly adjust myself. Erin, of course, noticed my hand move and the sorrow turned to a smile.

"See," she was smouldering again. "You loved fucking us last night. We'd been talking about having a threesome for ages. You were just in the right place at the right time."

Her language seemed forced, rehearsed even, but I stayed silent.

"Georgie and I," she continued, "We like to try new things, always have done." She was talking like a woman twice her age. "It was a lot, a lot nastier than we thought it would be." She drew the word nastier out nice and slow. "We barely slept last night, we thought you were just some consultant or a salesman, that you'd be gone in a few days. It's why we chose you. We couldn't stop talking about it. Georgie wanted to go back."

"Shut up Erin." I was in turmoil. That sexy as fuck little slut was taunting me, she knew my weaknesses already. I just wanted to go over there, pull her panties off down to her knees, bend her over the table and fuck her good and hard, leaving nothing but a load of jism in her sweet young cunt.

Erin eyed me down and hopped off the table. With that delicious sexy swagger she sauntered up to me. I was frozen in space and time. Those seconds that she walked towards me, smiling and staring at my crutch, seemed like hours. I had ample time to react, to think about the consequences. I clutched the door handle in preparation for a rapid exit, but I need not have worried.

Erin stopped right in front of me and looked down at my swelling groin. "You better tame that beast Mr Hornyman," there it was, it had only taken an hour and I was Mr Hornyman already. "You can't go walking around school with that poking out."

I could have said 'Well why don't you drop to your knees and just suck me off and I'll empty my balls down your dirty throat' which, if I'm honest, is what I really wanted. However I placed my folder back across my groin and said, "Well don't go rubbing it whenever we meet. You know we can't go doing anything again. It breaks all the rules."

Erin actually scoffed at the suggestion. It was a real grunt out of her nose combined with a look of what could only be described as a mix of pity and disdain.

"You have a lot to learn about living in the country don't you?" Erin didn't give me a chance to answer. "You probably think that everyone's conservative and religious, right?"

I didn't say a word, but Erin was right, that was exactly what I thought.

"Students fuck each other, teachers fuck each other, students fuck teachers, teachers fuck doctors, men fuck other men, women fuck other women and wife swapping parties are going on all the time. That's what happened to my mum and dad you know, they took off with people they met."

I was shocked. Not so much about them taking off, more that she both knew about it, and was so casual in telling me.

"Everyone's bored," she continued as we re-entered the hallway, "People get drunk, get stoned, get nude and fuck."

In the background we could hear footsteps coming down the hall and Erin immediately changed into the respectable school guide.

"And this here," she opened a door revealing a room full of books, "Is the English book room."

"My favourite room," Sharon said as she came into view, "It needs a tidy up, but it's my favourite place. Hello Erin."

"Hi Miss," Erin cheerily said, "Did you have a good break?"

"They're never long enough, but yes, we had a tremendous time. I have your money for you too." My quizzical look forced Sharon to explain. "Erin looked after the dogs and the house while we were away."

"Right," I said, "Good idea."

"Have you shown Mr Horneman his room?" Sharon asked Erin, "It's Mr Hulm's old room."

"I get a cursed classroom as well as his chair?" I asked.

"Only the chair is cursed," Sharon said. "Erin, take Mr Horneman to his classroom and come immediately back here please. Mr Horneman if you could turn wait for me in the room I'll be with you as soon as I fix Erin up."

As we walked down the corridor towards my classroom, Erin was that professional student again, that was until we reached the door that is.

"Wow," she said as she swung the door open, "You should have seen some of the things we found at their house when we were minding it."

"What?" At that point I was more interested in looking around my room than I was in Sharon.

"Heaps of DVD's and sex toys were up in a box in a cupboard."

"You what?" I was genuinely surprised and a little bit concerned. "You found sex toys and DVD's in a box, right, tucked away in a cupboard?"

"Yeah," Erin wasn't at all worried about it. I was about to launch into a tirade about how deliberately searching for material like that breaches all sorts of privacy and ethical issues, but I figured I'd leave it for now.

"That is just so wrong on so many levels," I held the door open for her. "I'm not going to listen to this anymore. Off you go."

"Don't you want to know what your workmates are like?" she asked, "What sort of things they're into?" She came right up to me and I instinctively dropped my folder down to my groin once more.

"No," I said. "And nor should you."

"Well," she said, "I reckon you'll find out soon enough anyway, just like Mr Hulm did."

Now I was interested, she was an evil girl. "What happened there?" I said a little bit too eagerly.

Erin looked down the corridor and turned back towards me, "Sorry Mr Hornyman, I have to get back to Mrs Arnold, immediately."

"Go then," I said "I imagine I'll find out soon enough."

"Catch you tonight then," she said with a wink.

"No you won't," I said. Erin smiled wryly and turned towards me. "I'll be at the new teachers barbecue."

"And miss out on this?" Erin then quickly turned away from me and lifted her tartan skirt. Her white panties clad her perfectly shaped arse. God only knows how much I wanted to fuck her again.

"Begone vile temptress," I whispered, "Begone."

As I watched her fine form sashay down the corridor my mind flitted back to the night before. The raw unabashed sexuality of the girls had no doubt been a highlight of my life, this mornings shock revelation, one of the lows. All I knew was that although I'd been at work for less than an hour, the evenings drinks couldn't come any sooner.