Teaching Those Eyes Ch. 02: Grad Party

He stared down Ben when he talked. Looked him right in the eye. He seemed perfectly content with the situation, with the conversation, with Mary, with life. I guess he had no reason to suspect anything. With all the teenage boys around, he probably labeled the calculus teacher as the least threatening one here.

Then without warning, Lester got up and did a cannonball into the pool. Mary got the worst of it since she was sitting at the foot of the lounge chair, but all 4 of them got wet. Mary waited until Lester surfaced and then jumped into the pool right next to him. Then Emma got up and dove in leaving just Ben and Mr. G to watch from the chairs.

"Come on in boys, the water feels great," Mary shouted.

"I can't," Ben shouted back. "I didn't bring my bathing suit."

"Boo," Mary shouted.

"What about you Mr. G?" Lester asked.

Mr. G looked down at the light blue bathing suit he was wearing. "Yea alright." He kicked off his shoes and socks and then ripped off his shirt. He sat at the edge of the pool and then slid in. He started swimming laps, staying away from the other 3 who were gathered by the shallow end of the pool. He went back and forth down the length of the pool when the others called him over.

"Mr. G, I need you to be my partner," Mary said.

"Sure thing, what's the game?" he asked.

"Chicken fight," Lester announced.

"Sure sounds fun," Mr. G replied.

"Great," Lester declared before diving under the water so Emma could climb on top of him and sit on his shoulders.

"We're going to win this," Mary said with confidence as she waded towards him.

"You know it," Mr. G responded. He crouched down so that his head went under the water for a few seconds. He felt Mary's smooth leg glide over his back and against his neck. Then the other leg moved into position. His arms wrapped around her legs with his hands grabbing her thighs tight. He stood up. They were a little wobbly at first. Mary tightened her thighs around his neck. It felt so damn good.

Lester and Mr. G walked towards each other. The girls reached out their hands and tried to push each other over. Mr. G took a wide stance and did his best to make a firm base for Mary to sit upon. He looked up and watched Emma. The visual would have been better if she was in a bikini, but she was still sexy to watch.

Emma fell over and Mary shouted with joy. She then blew a kiss to an applauding Ben who was still sitting watching from the lounge chairs. Lester and Emma demanded a rematch and a second later they were up again. Mary and Emma reached out for each other. Mary's left hand and Emma's right gripped each other. Mary's right arm pushed Emma's left arm out of the way and then her hand reached forward and grabbed Emma's left shoulder. Emma twisted her body, turning the left side away from Mary and her hand slipped off of Emma's shoulder. Sliding down her front with Mary's fingers still out trying to grip Emma, they ended up grabbing ahold of the top of Emma's strapless bathing suit. There was too much momentum for her hand to stop and down it pulled the top of Emma's suit. Both of her breasts popped out.

Mr. G's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stared at those beautiful tits. There were hoots and shouts coming from outside the pool. Emma either didn't notice, didn't care or just wanted to win badly enough that she didn't try to cover up. She just kept pushing Mary while her C-cup tits bounced around. Mary was in shock over exposing Emma and dropped her guard. Another shove and Mary lost her balance.

Emma's tits were covered once more when Mr. G resurfaced. He heard Dorothy heckling from the sidelines. "Grades are already finalized; he can't raise your grade at this point."

"Shut up," she shouted back.

"One each, need one more to break the tie," Mr. G said.

"Oh no, we won after that," Emma declared. "That win counts double."

"OK, fair enough," Mr. G said.

"Emma," Mary said. "I am so sorry. I just kind of slipped."

"I'm going to get you back," she said as she splashed Mary. Then Lester joined in. Their splashes were more focused on Mary. Mr. G backed off and went back to swimming laps. To the end of the pool and back, but when he got back the others were already out of the pool and back in their seats.

Mr. G climbed out. "Hey you took my seat," he said as he walked towards the others.

"There's plenty of room," Mary said as she moved her legs to the side just like he did earlier. Mr. G sat at the foot of the lounge chair. At first he sat at the very end and twisted his body to see everyone, but after a minute of that he decided to just lay back. His head landed on her thigh. He closed his eyes and felt her hand go through his hair.

Mr. G wasn't sure how much time had pass when Lester announced, "Alright I got to go to work. Mr. G, it's been a pleasure." Mr. G opened his eyes and saluted Lester as he walked off.

Mr. G looked over to his left and Emma was already gone. Then he looked to his right just as Ben stood up.

"You're not leaving too honey?" Mary asked.

"Nah, I just think we should be social and join the rest of the group." Ben walked away towards the table by the back door.

"Ready to head over?" Mary asked.

"I don't know," Mr. G responded. He turned his head to look straight up at her. Looking up at those breasts, he couldn't help but smile at them. "I'm awfully comfortable here," he said with a smile as he closed his eyes once more.

"Oh I'm sure," she said with a small chuckle.

He reached his hand back and rubbed her side. "Maybe we should just enjoy a minute alone."

"We're not alone," she said as she got up. His head slid off her leg and landed on the chair. He rubbed his eyes for a minute and then sat up. Slowly he walked over to the table to join the rest.

Most of the people who sat at the table when Mr. G arrived were gone. Out of that original group of 8, there were just two that remained: Mario and a girl that Mr. G didn't know. They were joined by Emma, Catherine, Rachel and Dorothy. The appetizer tray the girls were working on inside was already half-gone. Mary and Ben had just taken the last two open chairs which were on opposite ends of the table. "It seems there's always a shortage of chairs," Mr. G said as he walked up to the table.

"You can just pull one over," Ben suggested.

"Yea or just share with Mary again," Catherine joked.

"Actually I have to get going so problem solved," Rachel said.

"Man I'm just scaring everyone off," Mr. G said as he took Rachel's seat.

"Nah," replied Catherine. "We love having you here."

"I don't know," said Mr. G as he looked around. "No parents, no other teachers, you might be having a lot more fun if I wasn't here."

"Nah that's OK. My parents are gone all week. We'll have the orgy tomorrow."

There was a prolonged silence before everyone at the table burst out laughing. The conversation shifted from there. Mr. G mostly sat back and listened. As fate would have it Rachel's seat was next to where Mary was seated. Mr. G spread his legs far apart that so that his knee touched Mary's. Keeping their knees touching, Mary slid her foot so that it touched his. Lifting her foot up on her toes and then dropping it back down so that her leg slid against his. The touch of her smooth wet skin sliding against his felt so good.

Rachel returned after ten minutes. "That was fast," said the girl that Mr. G didn't know.

"I have a flat. Ben, you're good with cars. Can you help me?"

"Yea certainly. Do you have a spare?"

"Um..."

"It's probably in your trunk. Here let's go look." Mr. G gave Catherine a glance as Ben walked away and she just smiled back at him. He raised an eyebrow and turned back to the table. Pretending to listen to the conversation while playing footsie with Mary and fantasizing about her.

Ben returned ten minutes later looking at the ground with a lipstick mark on his cheek. Mario was the first to notice. "Wow ho look at you."

"Shut up Mario," Ben snapped back.

"What is it?" Mary asked as she pulled her foot away from Mr. G.

"You know Rachel," Ben said with a shrug.

"So you kissed her?" Mary asked.

"I think Mary should get to kiss someone else now," Catherine said.

"It was just a peck on the cheek. My grandma does the same thing."

"I'm game for a quick kiss," Mario said.

"No he's not," said the girl sitting next to him as she hit him in the gut.

"You're so cruel to me," Mario said with a smile.

"Keep it up mister and you'll be walking home," she shot back.

Mario tapped his lips. "I'll just work my magic with these and Ben will be driving me home." The conversation veered off track from there.

About fifteen latter Emma announced, "Alright I should be getting out of here." She walked over to Catherine and gave her a big hug. Afterwards she said goodbye to each person at the table, even Mr. G, but only Mary got another hug. Standing behind Mary's chair, she bent and wrapped her arms around Mary while her head nuzzled against Mary's. "Payback is a bitch," she whispered as her hand pulled the string between Mary's breasts. It came open and the two straps of cloth fell to the side. Mary's perky tits hung there in all their glory. Mary screamed and tried to cover up, but Emma was ready and held her arms back.

"Mine was accidental," Mary screamed as she tried to wiggle free.

Mario hooted while others laughed or gasped. Mr. G made no sound but just stared over at her perky tits bouncing around as she struggled. "Alright that's enough," Ben finally said and with that Emma released her grip. Once free, Mary rushed inside.

"You're so mean," Catherine teased Emma.

Mary returned a couple minutes later wearing a loose-fitting green tank top. The tank top only covered the top half of her bikini bottoms. "There I'm safe," Mary said.

Emma gave Mary a hug and then dropped her hands down to Mary's waist. Her hands slid under her shirt and grabbed ahold of her bikini bottoms. Raising her eyebrows, Emma said, "You sure about that?" Every muscle in Mary's face tensed as she tried to look angry, but the corner of her lip couldn't help but curled into a smile.

They burst into laughter and embraced in one more hug before Emma left.

"Well I have to say I saw that playing out differently," Mario said.

He was immediately hit in the stomach by the girl to his right that Mr. G didn't know.

"There seemed to be some chemistry there," Dorothy said. "Has Emma pulled your panties down before?"

Mary coughed and took a sip of her coke. "No, not Emma."

"Ever a girl other than Emma?" Mario inquired.

"You want to hear about girl on girl stories you should interrogate Dorothy," Mary answered.

"Hey don't throw me under the bus," Dorothy exclaimed.

"You started it," Mary shot back.

Mr. G mostly sat back and listened with fascination as the girls shared various sexual histories. Mario and Ben both proudly admitted that they've slept with their respective girlfriends that were there at the table. However it was just a matter of time before he was called out to participate. "So Mr. G," Dorothy started, "how old were you for your first time?"

Mr. G took a deep breath, "Actually, I was 22." There were quite a few surprised looks. "In high school I wasn't nearly cool enough to get a girl. Never came to parties like this. Then college was good, had a girlfriend, but she wanted to wait until marriage and then that didn't happen. Then after graduating some friends and I went to Europe for a week. She didn't speak any English, it was a lot of fun."

Later Ben asked if Mr. G had ever had a crush on a student. "Oh yea," he said with a smile. Then he started to tell the story of his first year teaching with Alaina. It was prom, her date was getting verbally abusive so I sent him packing and she was grateful. He ended the story there and opted to not tell them about the detour to his apartment while giving her a ride home.

Then the girl he didn't know asked if there was anyone from this year he had a crush on. "Well," he said with a huge grin, "I hope you're not coming on to me. Mario is right there." Everyone at the table laughed.

The conversation continued for another ten minutes when the girl he didn't know said, "We should probably get going. This one has had a bit too much excitement." Mario and the girl bantered back and forth playfully for another five minutes before they finally agreed it was time to go. They walked out smiling and holding hands.

"We should play a game," Catherine announced. "I'm thinking charades."

"Sure," Dorothy said. "What are the teams?"

"Girls versus the boys," Catherine said.

"Us two versus you three?" Ben asked.

"Oh you boys will be fine," Catherine replied.

They agreed on the category films. Mr. G went first. He didn't recognize the movie. It was something that came out recently. He went off the title though and Ben actually got it right with three seconds left on the timer.

Mary went next. He loved watching those hips as she moved around acting it out. His eyes were fixated on that bottom of hers poking out of that green tank top. Unfortunately he didn't get to watch for very long because Catherine was quick to guess the correct answer.

Ben went next. Mr. G tried, guessing everything he could think of but Ben just ended up dancing around like an idiot until time was called. "I'm sorry," Mr. G said when Ben announced the correct answer.

"I don't think these teams are fair," Ben announced.

"Mr. G does seem to be behind on pop culture," Mary agreed.

"We just need to do older movies," Catherine said. "Hey Mr. G see if you can guess this one." Catherine walked right up to Ben, grabbed his shorts and yanked them down.

He stood there dumbfounded for a good second before reacting. He crouched down and tried to quickly pull his pants back up, but they were still zipped and buttoned so they didn't slide up well. He ended up falling over.

The girls laughed, all three of them, but Mr. G couldn't help but feel bad. He looked away out of respect, but he already saw it. Ben's dick was small, real tiny. The girls acted like it was just good fun, but all three of them saw it too. Mary obviously already knew and was at least somewhat accepting of it and Catherine already knew since she told Mr. G, but still. Knowing something and seeing it are two very different things, poor kid.

"What the hell," Ben screamed once his shorts were back on his waist.

"What? It was Free Willy," Catherine shouted back.

Ben's face was red and he muttered wanting to see the baseball game as he marched inside. There was a tense silence that filled the air. No one was entirely sure how to react or what to say and in that awkward silence Mr. G was struck with how to make his move.

He had to reach full capacity as quickly as possible, while the air was still tense and the memory still fresh. Fortunately he was already partway there. He pictured Mary in her bikini, he pictured Mary sucking his cock in his classroom and finally he thought of passionately fucking Catherine. He rested his hand on his lap. He applied pressure and made subtle movements, no full strokes, but enough friction to supply a small sensation, enough to get the blood pumping.

Once physically ready, Mr. G stood up. His bathing suit was the only piece of clothing he was wearing and it did not provide much resistance against the massive tent he was sporting in his pants. He sidestepped between his own chair and Mary's so that his tent nearly hit her in the face.

He heard the silence break as he walked away with all three girls laughing. He walked back over to the pool to get his shirt. They talked in hushed words that he had trouble making out, but he did catch Dorothy saying, "Mary, I'm sorry, but that's what you really need."

Once his shirt was back on, Mr. G strolled past the girls with confidence without looking at them, still sporting a massive tent in his shorts in addition to the new smirk on his face.

Now inside the kitchen, Mr. G took a moment to uncomfortably adjust him cock. He lowered the waistband of his shorts used it to hold his dick upright against his skin. Then he checked that his shirt was long enough to cover any remaining signs of his erection.

Now that he was physically adjusted, Mr. G entered the living room. Ben was seated in a recliner, focused on the large TV screen. He didn't even turn when Mr. G entered the room. Mr. G took a seat in the middle of the couch. They didn't speak, not at first. Ben was to into the game to address Mr. G while Mr. G was silently waiting for his moment.

On the second commercial break since Mr. G entered the room, Lester turned to Mr. G and asked him which team he supported. They talked briefly of sports, but then Mr. G abruptly changed the topic. "I think you're going to have to get revenge on Dorothy."

"What? I can't do that. Mary would be pissed."

"I mean normally I'd agree, but you kids have a strange culture. I've been here a couple of hours and already I've seen three people get exposed. Seems downright normal for this group."

Ben nodded his head, but he didn't seem quite convinced so Mr. G added, "I mean you can't let that stand. You've got to do something." Those words hung in the air as the game came back on. Once again they sat in silence but Ben's attitude was noticeably different this time. No longer was he reacting to the ups and downs of the game. Now he just stared at the TV.

The TV was the only sound until the bottom of the next inning when the girls came inside. Ben took a deep breath and then got up. He marched straight into the kitchen. Mary was sitting on the counter next to the fridge. Dorothy was leaning against the wall by the door. Both of them were facing Ben as he entered the room. However Catherine was in the center of the room with her back to him. She was leaning forward on the center island with her ass sticking up in the air. One foot was planted flat on the ground while the other crossed it and just rested with just the toe touching the ground.

Ben walked right up to Catherine. Before anyone could address him, he crouched down behind Catherine. Dorothy and Mary exchanged a look, unsure if they should warn Catherine. Ben was normally the shy one of the group so they were expecting a somewhat tame response. Maybe he'd just grab her calves and freak her the hell out. He could trip her or if he was particularly daring look up her dress and then get her attention. Both wanted to see how it played out so neither said anything.

Ben reached up quickly, his hands gliding under her dress. Catherine squealed and straightened out when she felt the hands brush against the outsides of her leg. It was too late then. Ben grabbed a hold of the edge of her panties and yanked them down to her knees.

Things might have ended well for Ben if he stopped there, but his revenge wasn't complete without the public humiliation aspect. He stood up while keeping hands under her dress. He lifted her dress up over her head. Everything from her tummy down was now completely exposed. The center island did somewhat block girls view of Catherine's pussy, but they soon got a better view as Catherine stumbled backwards.

Catherine had been standing with her ankles crossed. She tried to get a better stance, but her panties kept her knees bound together. And now with her dress lifted over her head, all she could see was red. It was quite disorienting and so she stumbled backwards into Ben who then took two steps backwards trying to maintain his balance when he unexpectedly walked into Mr. G. Mr. G knew what was going down and had hurriedly followed Ben into the kitchen to catch the show.

Ben lost his grip and released Catherine's dress. Her arms, which were stuck above her head along with her dress, immediately shot down, but so did the rest of her. While she had stumbled backwards Ben was pretty much the only thing holding her up. Now that he had released his grip on her, she fell down and landed on her ass at Ben's feat. Her dress once again covered her privates but everyone could see her black panties around her knees.