Greta stared as the bulge in the front of his pants grew. It rose and stirred like a trapped anaconda. The right choice to make would be releasing the beast. She reached for his zipper and slowly tugged it down.
The head of his large dick sprang forward, leaping at Greta like a jack-in-the-box. She charmed the rest of the snake out, stroking as she watched it grow. It was long and beautiful, having both depth and width. Just the sight of it made her mouth water. However, she wasn’t going there, not with him. The brother could get his dick sucked by someone else. It wasn’t like he couldn’t find a number of women to do it.
She would show Principal Johnson that she wasn’t about playing games. If he wanted to fuck, that’s what she would do. No extra side items were on the menu, just pure pussy.
“My place is right around the corner. You can either follow me in your car, or we can take mine. I’ll drop you back off,” she suggested, continuing to stroke him with one hand as she spoke.
A moan escaped his lips. He was close to popping and didn’t want to wait. He looked her over suggestively. “What’s wrong with right here?”
“You mean, in the Laundromat? Where anyone can walk in? I don’t know-”
Before she could finish the sentence, he lifted her up onto one of the washing machines. “Learn to step outside the box, Mrs. Stevenson. Spontaneity will keep a man coming back.”
Greta could feel the motion of the machine as it switched to the spin cycle. When it began swirling around, the whole machine trembled. Austin spread her legs apart. The little skirt she wore allowed easy access. He wasted no time, pulling her panties to the side and easing into her.
She inhaled from the first feel of him. She felt stretched to the max; it had been so long. He continued to stroke in and out until she loosened up. She moaned and gripped the coin slot on the machine and held on for life. As the machine bounced, she bounced. The more she bounced the deeper he plunged.
“Oh, Dr. Johnson,” she screamed, feeling her muscles clench and unclench. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“Mrs. Stevenson,” he answered. He could feel her vaginal muscles pulsating and contracting. She was so wet and tight it amazed him. He bucked harder.
She felt delirious and couldn’t control the words that flew out of her mouth. “Dr. Johnson, fuck this pussy. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it,” she chanted.
“You want me to beat it up? Huh? I’ll beat that pussy up real good. Turn that fine ass around,” he commanded.
Greta didn’t know how she ended up on a folding table, but she was beyond caring. All she knew was that she’d been craving sex for a long time, and now she was getting what she needed.
As he pounded her from the back, he grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled.
“Damn. That shit feels so good,” she said. She’d never had a man pull her hair. Chills raced through her entire body.
“I’mma wax this ass,” he panted.
“Wax it.”
She threw her ass back at him. He plunged into her. She paused just momentarily and clenched her vaginal muscles. Then she released them. She continued to do that until she had him just where she wanted him. She milked him until he couldn’t do anything but scream.
“Shit.” He throbbed then spurted like a volcano. She could feel the hotness of his jism inside her.
Gteta wanted to climax again so badly that her stomach muscles ached. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to keep him inside her.
Austin pulled out. He was trying to call the shots. She knew that game. Even as her thigh muscles trembled from restraint, she wouldn’t give him the upper hand.
He adjusted his trousers as he stood back and stared at her in satisfaction. “Mrs. Stevenson, you’ve made it to the top of the Principal’s list. You get straight A’s.” He smiled cockily, zipped up his pants and turned to watch as Greta fixed her clothes. Even though she had been a real good lay, there was something different about her. He knew he’d definitely be getting into those panties again. He’d purposefully pushed her to the edge, but pulled back right when she’d been close to gushing.
He knew women hated that, but it worked. She could act like she didn’t know what time it was, but he was the keeper of the time clock. He and Mrs. Stevenson would meet up again for round two. He just had to play his cards right.
Chapter Two
Greta returned home and hopped into the shower again. Her emotions were charged and she was filled with such energy. As she lathered her body with shower gel, she thought about Austin’s hands touching her, his dick filling her, him pulling her hair. She wanted him again with a passion she’d never experienced before.
Even though she felt a sense of satisfaction, she also felt used. Austin straight up dissed her once he’d gotten his rocks off. That smart ass comment about her making the Principal’s list pissed her off. She’d told him that having sex with him would be a one-time occurrence, and she meant that. A man like Austin Johnson could make her lose her head, and that was the last thing she needed to do. Didn’t you already lose your head? I mean, you only fucked the principal of your middle school in the Laundromat.
She shivered as she remembered, closing her eyes to recapture those few minutes she’d felt close to heaven. She hadn’t felt so alive in years. Buying that red thong and bra set at Victoria Secrets had been worth the money.
Once she’d gotten dressed for bed, she set about putting the clean laundry away. She hung shirts and pants on hangers in the closet and folded the shorts, panties, bras, and tee-shirts, tucking them away in a drawer.
She tried to clear her mind of all thoughts of Mr. Johnson. She’d just as soon forget anyway. The man was off limits. He was the principal of the school where she worked, for Pete’s sake.
She couldn’t believe she’d let her hormones get the best of her. She’d acted like a horny teenager on prom night. She didn’t know how she would be able to look Mr. Johnson in the eye after their heated encounter.
Damn, the sex had been off the chain. She hadn’t been pounded like that in years. She’d been experiencing a dry spell so long that it had been almost turned into a draught. She’d needed that stress relief.
But, did she have to do it in a Laundromat …and with the principal? A bitch was acting like she hadn’t been raised right. She had turned into a low moral skank because the sight of her panties turned a man on.
She heard her great grandmother’s voice inside her head.
Satan, that’s what it is. That’s just the devil. Plain and simple.
She was weak in the flesh. She’d have to go to church on Sunday just to purge herself. Hell, after what she’d let happen, they needed to pull out the holy water and the crucifix, maybe even lay hands on her.
“What the hell was I thinking?” she wondered aloud. “It won’t happen again.” But the tingling in her lower extremities from just thinking about Austin said otherwise.
Her cell phone beeped three times indicating that she had a text message. She picked it up.
Mrs. Stevenson, will you please meet me in my office first thing in the morning?She read. It was from Principal Johnson. What the hell was he up to? Hadn’t she told him that what happened between them wouldn’t happen again? She’d be damned if she showed up.
The phone beeped again.
Don’t even think about not showing up, it read. She sighed. Tomorrow would be a long day.
Greta had just gotten deeply engrossed in a book written by Chamsil. She was damn near about to touch herself under the covers when her home phone rang.
“Shit,” she swore, putting the book aside and grabbing the cordless. “This had better not be a damn booty call,” she snapped. All of her acquaintances knew she didn’t accept any calls of that nature.
“Calm down, Miss Lady. I just wanted to holla at you. You are one hard person to catch up with. I stopped by your apartment, but you weren’t there.” It was Larry, one of her co-workers, another teacher.
“I had to go do laundry,” she s
aid.
“Oh, really? They still didn’t fix your shit, huh?”
“Hell no and I’m about ready to tell them motherfuckers about themselves. This shit is ridiculous.”
“I feel you.”
“So, what are you up to Larry?”
“I just finished grading some papers. Half my students don’t know simple math. What the fuck kind of shit is that?”
“They’d rather be parked in front of a PlayStation or watching music videos instead of studying math,” she said.
“I know that’s right,” he agreed. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what’s your take on our new principal?”
Greta damn near dropped the phone. “U-Um, he’s nice, I guess,” she managed to say. “What about you?”
“I think he’s a sneaky motherfucker. But, that’s just my opinion.”
“Larry, do I detect a hint of jealousy?” she asked.
“Hell to the nah. Personally, I think I got the brother beat. I mean, I’m a handsome ass motherfucker. Shit, I got abs and arms that would make Dwayne Johnson jealous. Granted, I don’t drive a sporty ass BMW like Mr. Johnson, but I got a nice whip. He gets drawers thrown at him daily, but so do I.”
Greta laughed. “You are a mess. Is that all you think about every day? You’re supposed to be teaching, remember?”
“I do teach. I teach math all day to my students. But, at night, it’s Love Making 101. You need to sign up for the class.” He laughed through the phone.
“Larry, you already know how I feel about mixing business with pleasure.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said dryly.
“Well, I’m going to turn in, Larry. I have to meet Mr. Johnson in his office early in the morning.”
“What do that nigga want?” he asked suspiciously.
“I have no idea,” she answered truthfully.
“Well, be careful. I heard that he’s already had a few teachers bent over that desk,” he half-joked. “But, I know you can handle your business.”
“Good night, Larry,” she said pretending to ignore the last part of his statement.
“Good night.”
For some reason the thought of another teacher bent over Mr. Johnson’s desk annoyed her. She shook the thought and picked the book she’d been reading back up. However, her concentration was broken and all she could think of was riding Austin’s dick like a thoroughbred.
The next morning, Greta took a while choosing an outfit to wear. She finally dressed professionally in a two pieced, pinstriped pants suit. If Mr. Johnson tried to get at her stuff again, he’d have barriers to get through. She wasn’t giving in easily, even if she did want to.
She arrived at the school at little after seven o’clock. That would give them plenty of time to discuss whatever he had to talk about. The children weren’t supposed to arrive on the school’s grounds until 8:15 AM, but she saw a few already sitting out front.
“Good morning,” she greeted. She always made it a point to speak to every child she encountered. You never knew just how much a smile or a kind word could make a child’s day.
“Hey, Mrs. Stevenson.” She recognized Jamisha, the student that dressed inappropriately and came out the mouth wrong with her the day before. An older woman with a two-toned hairdo stood next to her, frowning deeply.
Lord, please don’t let my morning start off with a ghetto-style brawl, she prayed silently. She didn’t want to come up out her high heels and use one. But, she would if she had to. She surveyed the other semi-large woman. She could probably take her down. Most ghetto chicks were all talk and no action anyway.
“Hi, Jamisha. How are you, this morning?” Jamisha rolled her eyes. “And how are you?” she greeted the woman.
“I’m jus’ fine. I’m Ms. Bethune. Jamisha’s mama. Now, Misha tells me dat you sent her out ya class ‘cause of what she was wearin’ yesterday. I wanna know what she had on.”
“I already told you, Mama,” Jamisha whined.
“Shut ya mouth girl. I am talkin’ to ya teacher,” Ms. Bethune hissed.
“Well, she was wearing a half shirt. The school’s policy informs that tank tops or half shirts aren’t allowed. Had she put on a jacket, as I suggested, I wouldn’t have sent her out of the classroom. It’s just that, wearing something so revealing can be distracting to the other students,” she explained to the obviously irate woman who glared at her.
The woman’s neck turned so fast Gerta thought she might have caused whiplash. “A fuckin’ half shirt?” she yelled at her daughter. “What da fuck you come up in school wearin’ some shit like dat fuh?” The mama chastised.
“Mama, I’ll wear whatever I wanna wear.”
“See, you lucky dis teacher standin’ here. ‘Cause if she wasn’t, I’d beat ya ass down where you stand. I ain’t raisin’ no damn tramp. You supposed to wear the clothes that I buy fuh ya ass. I didn’t buy no fuckin’ half shirts.”
“I didn’t say you did.” Jamisha sucked air through her teeth and rolled her eyes again.
“Gurl.” Ms. Bethune drew back her hand and that’s when Greta felt it was best to intervene.
“Ms. Bethune, don’t.” She quickly stepped between mother and daughter. “Obviously there’s a communication break down between yourself and your daughter. However, getting upset in public is never a good idea. Perhaps it’s best that you discuss this private matter at home,” she suggested.
“Ain’t nothin’ to discuss. She gonna do what da fuck I say do. She gonna go to school to learn and not to pick up nasty ass boys. All dey want is what’s between ya legs anyways.” She pushed her daughter’s forehand with her index finger.
“Mama.”
“Don’t mama me. Shit, how da hell you think I got five kids now? Men tell one lie afta a fuckin’ nother one to get ya stuff. You don’t wanna have no kid. Raisin’ kids ain’t no damn joke. I’m tryin’ to keep you from goin’ thru the shit I go through erry day.”
“You don’t go through nothin’. I’m the one got to babysit all the time,” Jamisha grumbled. “Besides, I ain’t even doin’ nothin’,” she griped.
“And you won’t if I can help it. You got me comin’ up here all upset, ‘bout to go off on dis lady and all she tryin’ to do is tell you right from wrong.” She turned an apologetic look toward Greta. “My bad ma’am. Dis gurl is jus’ fast. Thank God the res’ of my kids is boys.”
Greta smiled slightly. She couldn’t fathom having five kids. Hell, she didn’t think she’d ever have that many unless she pushed out quintuplets.
“Ms. Bethune, I understand your concern. However, Jamisha is one of my most promising students.” Greta could see the girl’s eyes light up and the angry look left her face. “Do you know that she scored the highest in the whole classroom on the FCAT test in reading?”
“Nah, I didn’t know dat. Is dat so?” Her face seemed to lose some of its irritation.
“Yes, it certainly is. Jamisha is also an incredible writer. She’s extremely talented.”
“I knew she liked to write and thangs. She always readin’ too. I jus’ don’t like huh choice of books. Zane. Dat woman is too graphic. No teenager ain’t got no business readin’ dat. Now, myself, I like readin’ some Eric Jerome Dickey.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Sho nuff. I buy erry one of his books. He sho nuff can write for a man, and he is fine too.” Her eyes narrowed as though she saw something she wanted really badly. “But not half as fine as dat nigga comin’ dis way.” She put her hands on her hip and just gawked. Girlfriend didn’t have any shame in her game.
Greta turned in the direction of Ms. Bethune’s gaze. Principal Johnson. For a second her heart rate increased. She quickly composed herself.
“Good morning Principal Johnson,” she said calmly as he approached.
“Good morning, ladies. How are you this fine morning?” The man was pure charismatic. It was plain to see that Ms. Bethune was smitten.
“You’re the principal?” Her eyes said, “Damn.”
> “Yes, I am. And you are?”
“I’m Brenda Bethune, Jamisha’s mother.” The woman extended a hand with long acrylic nails. Of all designs, she had President Obama and his wife on the thumbs. Now, if that didn’t take the cake, Greta didn’t know what did.
Damn, look at how fast that bitch switched from ghetto queen to sophisticated lady, Greta thought dryly.
“I’m pleased to meet you.” Austin threw her a dazzling smile that enhanced his dimples.
“The pleasure is all mine,” Ms. Bethune drooled. “I was just speaking with Miss – er, I didn’t get your name.”
“Stevenson. Mrs. Stevenson,” she answered with a tight smile.
“I was just speaking with Mrs. Stevenson regarding Jamisha’s behavior yesterday. She was out of line and it definitely will not happen again. You have my word on that.”
“I’m happy to hear that Ms. Bethune. It takes a village.” He threw out the cliché with another dazzling smile.
“Well, I have to get to work. If there are any further problems, don’t hesitate to call me.” She stared directly at Mr. Johnson when she said the last part.
“You have a good day ma’am.” He was just eating up the attention while Greta silently burned with annoyance.
“You too,” she purred. “Oh, and you too,” she added for Greta’s sake.
Bitch please.
“You do the same.” Greta wanted to roll her eyes, but she just smiled sweetly.
“Mrs. Stevenson, I’ll be ready to meet with you in a minute. If you want, you can wait for me in my office. I have to make my rounds,” Austin said.
He showed no indication that he had anything but business on his mind. It was as though yesterday evening had never occurred. For some reason, Greta felt slightly disappointed.
“I’ll put on the coffee,” she said, walking off briskly.
It was 8:20 when Principal Johnson entered the office. Greta had made the coffee and was sipping from a cup of the hot steamy liquid she held in her hands.
“Good morning again, Mrs. Stevenson,” he said, depositing his fine frame behind the desk. “I have a proposition for you,” he leaned toward her and she noticed the gleam in his beautiful unusually gray eyes.
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