Frisky Female Teachers

Inside the utility room, I lay on my back on a mattress, completely at the mercy of the man behind me.

Next to me, my girlfriend, drenched in sweat, was lying in the same position, with another man behind her.

She gripped my hand, her eyes hazy, and said, "Isn’t this what you wanted? This is the kind of life a woman should live."

My name is Claire Anderson, a schoolteacher and a widow for two years.

That evening, I stayed late at the office, waiting for the IT guy to come and fix my computer.

I had just started looking through some lesson presentations when my phone rang. The voice on the other end sounded apologetic. "Ms. Anderson, I'm really sorry, but there's an emergency at home. I won’t be able to make it back anytime soon."

I felt a bit disappointed, but of course, I understood he had to take care of his family first.

There wasn’t much I could do—with my computer not starting up, teaching class would be a real problem.

All I could do was hike up my skirt and crawl under the table to fiddle with the plug wires, trying to figure out the problem myself. Just then, I heard a familiar female voice in the distance—soft in a way I’d never heard before.

"You just can’t get enough, can you? Yesterday wasn’t enough, and now today... Don’t touch it yet, turn off the light first..."

The voice belonged to Sarah Mitchell, who sat across from me and was my best friend at school.

She was young, pretty, and had a stunning figure. There were always rumors going around school that she played innocent in public, but was completely different in private, especially around athletic guys.

In the past, I’d dismissed those whispers as nothing more than gossip. But now, hearing what was unfolding, I couldn’t help but rethink them.

The door clicked shut, and a young male voice followed, one I recognized immediately: Tyler Jenkins from the varsity basketball team.