Teaching the English Teacher, Part 2

TEACHING THE ENGLISH TEACHER

Part 2
The Senior Trip: Part I

After a year of one fundraiser after the other and generous donations from
local businesses, the school had raised enough money to take the entire senior
class on a cruise ship from Seattle to Juneau, Alaska.  Students paid only $50
of the cost of tickets and had to buy their own food.  All in all, a
phenomenal deal.  My dilemma was how to find time to spend with Nancy, who had
volunteered to chaperone us in order to be close to me, and still not arouse
too much suspicion in Kathy or anyone else-especially other teachers or
parents.  Nancy had had a small run-in with the school principal, Mr.
Wicherman, when he learned that Nancy had started smoking again.

"Nancy, I appreciate you're volunteering to help, but how can you possibly
serve as a good role model if you need to take a break to smoke every couple
of hours?" he inquired.  Nancy thought to herself, "Every couple of hours??
I can't go ONE hour without a cigarette, let alone two or three."  But she
simply answered, "I'm not the only teacher who smokes, Bill, and I can find
a place to go off by myself when I want to have a cigarette. Besides, many of
our seniors smoke and by now it shouldn't be an issue."  "Fine. I guess
you're right," he offered.  "I just don't want any parents complaining
about any of the teachers.  Last thing we need around here is a scandal
involving one of our teachers, right?" he joked.  "I hear you, Bill.
That's the last thing we need," she added thinking about how the roof would
come off if knowledge of our affair were somehow made public.

Kathy and I held hands as we walked onto the cruise ship.  At the entrance was
Mrs. Layman holding a clipboard taking attendance as we came onboard.  I was
awestruck looking at both of "my women".  Kathy had worn a black turtleneck
sweater, black leather jacket, black leather skirt and 4-inch heels.  Inside
her matching black purse were four packs of VS Menthols to get her through the
cruise.  She wore silver earrings as well as a silver necklace and bracelet in
perfect contrast to her dark outfit.  Nancy had chosen one of the outfits
she'd modeled for me at her place that first night.  She had selected a black
and white sweater set and matching knit skirt, dark hose and 3-inch heels
knowing how much it would turn me on.  The clothes were no surprise but what
did surprise me, no what shocked me, was watching Nancy remove a pack of
cigarettes from her purse as we approached the entrance.  She casually
withdrew one of her white filter cigarettes and lit it expertly as we walked
up.  "Hi you two!" she said in that tone that announces the arrival of a
`couple.'  "How are you guys tonight?" she asked as she drew heavily on
her cigarette.  "Shame on you, Mrs. Layman!" I chided her mockingly.
"Smoking in public?  Are you aware that could corrupt some unsuspecting
youth?"  She took a long drag and said smiling while looking me up and down,
"I hope so!"  Kathy and I passed by when she squeezed my hand and said,
"What the hell was THAT all about?"  "How the hell should I know?" I
responded indignantly.  "Maybe she's gone off the deep end or something.
But you gotta admit, she looked HOT!" I goaded.  "Yeah, right. If you think
a 40-someting old bag is `hot', I guess so," Kathy retorted angrily.  I
sensed real jealousy in her remarks as she reached for a cigarette.
"Sorry," she said lighting up.  "I just need to relax a little, I guess."
"It's okay.  I understand," I assured her.  "Let's just find our cabins
and find out what the schedule looks like," I said.

We found our rooms and a copy of the itinerary for the trip.  The first event
of the evening was dinner at 7 pm.  Dress was casual.  Neither of us failed to
notice that alcohol would neither be served nor would it be allowed.  But
perhaps most distressing was the final line that read "per the agreement
signed by all parents or guardians, students are not permitted to smoke at any
time during the cruise."  Kathy put out her cigarette after a final, long
drag and said with mock concern, "I wonder if they would really expel the
class valedictorian for smoking?"  We both laughed then kissed tearing at
each other's clothes.  The taste of her kisses were extra delicious as I
became aroused at the thought of far I'd brought her in so short a time.  My
excitement was heightened by knowing that I was also directly responsible for
Nancy now smoking again and that she would be looking for some way to be alone
with me during the next three days and/or two nights-

 
The Senior Trip: Part II

Kathy returned to her room to shower and change for dinner in her own cabin
while I headed to the gym for one of my monster workouts.  Chest and back days
were not only the hardest but also the most rewarding.  My chest had swollen
to huge proportions as I made my way back to my cabin dressed in shorts and a
tank top.  I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a soft tap on the
door.  "Just a second," I said pulling on a pair of shorts.  I opened the
door and saw Nancy's gorgeous smile beaming back at me.  "Is this a good
time to visit?" she asked hopefully but with some trepidation.  It was six
o'clock and I had made arrangements with Kathy to meet her at her cabin at
ten minutes `till seven.  "Sure. Come in, please," I told her as she
slipped through the open door.  She dropped her purse and threw her arms
around me kissing me so hard my lips hurt.  She ran her hands across my chest
and purred softly.  In seconds her hand made its way inside the waistband of
my shorts and found the treasure she was seeking.  I pushed away and sat down
across from her giving her that "What are we forgetting?" look.  She reached
into her purse and grabbed a cigarette, lighting it quickly and inhaling
deeply.  "Better?" she asked.  "Much," I told her honestly.  "Take your
clothes off," I told her.  She took a deep drag on her VS menthol and
immediately did as I'd commanded.  "Play with yourself for me while you
smoke," I ordered.  Nancy brought her left hand up between her shapely thighs
and gently inserted her middle finger into her warm slit.  She drew hard on
her cigarette and inhaled deeply, holding it in her lungs as long as she
could.  She massaged softly and let the smoke rush from her body as she moaned
in ecstasy.  "Mmmmm," she purred.  "That feels SO good!  Take over for me,
please" she begged.  I moved next to her and waited for her to take another
huge inhale then slid my middle finger inside her and stroked her swollen
clit.  We played this way until she needed to put out her cigarette. I stood
up, partially filled one of the plastic cups with water and watched her drop
it in.  I handed her another and lit it for her and she sucked hungrily on the
long, white filter as I dropped my shorts and laid her down on the bunk.  I
entered her slowly and then drove my rock hard cock home as hard as I could
thrust.  Nancy wrapped her arms around me and held on for dear life as I
pounded her pussy, bruising her as I withdrew and inserted over and over and
over.  She let go only long enough to take deep drags from her cigarette and
share her exhales with me.  I felt her fingernails dig into my back as she
prepared to climax.  "No marks," I told her bluntly.  She withdrew her cat
claws but I knew she was hurt, as she wanted to mark me as her property,
sending a strong signal to Kathy that there was another woman.  I also knew
her common sense (or what little she had left of it) told her to follow her
head and not her heart.  She began bucking wildly as I rammed her repeatedly
pulling her toward me by her shoulders.  She stifled a scream, her breath
coming in short, hard spurts as she orgasmed so hard I thought she might shake
apart.  "God, that was so worth it," she said smiling as she took two quick
hits from the end of her second cigarette.  

She kissed me several times running her hands across my chest then sat up,
dressed quickly and left after checking the passageway in both directions.  I
headed back to the shower at 6:45 in a hurry to wash away the sweat and smoke
and hurry to meet Kathy.  I had no sooner left the shower when I heard another
soft tap on the door.  "Honey?" I heard Kathy say.  "Can I come in?"
"Uh, sure, just a second," I said, stalling for time.  The smell of fresh
smoke was still in the room and even though Kathy had had a cigarette there it
had been much too long ago to be hers.  I had also forgotten to flush the
remains of Nancy's cigarettes still floating in the cup.  And what if she
smelled Nancy's perfume?  "Shit," I said to myself.  "Think of
something!"  "Kath, somebody came by from the entertainment committee
looking for you a few minutes ago.  I'd fallen asleep and told them you
weren't here.  They said if I saw you to have you go to the dining room
before dinner and help with the menus or something."  Totally lame but I
couldn't think of anything else. "Why don't you run on ahead and I'll meet
you in ten minutes?" I offered. "Besides, I still have to shave and brush my
teeth."  "Sheesh, you're worse than a girl," she said sarcastically.
"Ok, I'll head over there. Who was it that knocked?"  "Uh, I'm not sure
but it sounded like Brian Cox," I said unconvincingly. Brian was a classic
nerd and had had a crush on Kathy for three years.  He'd deny he came by but
be so flattered by the attention he wouldn't make an issue of it.  "All
right. I'll see you there.  Ten minutes. Don't make me sit alone you
bastard!" she joked.  I heard her footsteps trail away as I finished dressing
and sat down for a minute to calm myself.  It only took a few seconds as I
went from feeling worried about being caught to excited about having just
`bagged' my girlfriend and my English teacher the same afternoon.  Both of
whom were now confirmed smokers as a direct result of my very own efforts!


The Senior Trip: Part III

I managed to avoid a full-blown confrontation with Kathy when she mentioned
that Brian had NOT come by the room.  I told her it might have been someone
else as I was still half asleep.  We let it go at that and had an excellent
dinner of shrimp, crab and other Northwest delights.  After dinner we slipped
out to the back of the boat where all of the other smokers had congregated and
Kathy immediately lit up and drew hungrily from her Virginia Slim Menthol.
"Mmm. There really is nothing like a cigarette after dinner," she said
taking a huge inhale.  "Unless, of course, we're talking about a cigarette
after sex!"  Upon hearing the magic word I said, "Speaking of sex, your
cabin or mine?"  

As we turned around, there stood Mrs. Layman.  "Sex? Did I hear students
talking about having sex on their senior trip?" she teased.  "Oh, hi, Mrs.
Layman.  We didn't know there were any teachers back here," Kathy said
sheepishly.  "Well, some of us like to enjoy a cigarette now and then, too,"
she stated pulling a VS Menthol Light from her bag.  "I used to smoke
those," Kathy said playfully reaching for another cigarette.  "Since the
faculty is smoking, I take it I won't be sent to detention?" she joked.
"Not by me," Nancy said.  "However, if the principal shows up I just might
get sent there myself."  My girls lit up and enjoyed their cigarettes,
chatting and laughing.  I caught Nancy's eye several times and could see she
was enjoying the risky aspects of this encounter.  As for Kathy, she was
simply enjoying the conversation with and approval of one her soon-to-be
former teachers turned peer.

"Well, I suppose I should be getting back to my cabin," Kathy told me.  "I
mean, while Mrs. Layman might be okay with letting me smoke I don't think she
could condone letting the two of us spend the night in your cabin."  "Not
hardly, Kathy.  While I'm pushing rules to the limit just letting you smoke,
I'd be risking my job if I knowingly let you two go off to bed together.
After all, I AM still your teacher and someone has to enforce the rules-well,
the important ones at least!" she said cynically.  

I told Kathy I'd walk her to her cabin and we both bid Nancy good night.  As
I left she slipped a small piece of paper in my jacket pocket that had "207
after midnight" written on it.  It was already eleven pm as I kissed Kathy
goodnight at her cabin door.  Damn if she didn't taste SO delicious.  I told
her so.  "I'm so glad you encouraged me to smoke.  I love smoking for its
own sake now but I so like making you happy just doing something I enjoy,"
she told me as she put her arms around my neck and kissed me goodnight.
"Guess we'll have to take care of our own needs ourselves tonight, huh?"
she teased playfully.  I had NO intention of whacking off but quickly agreed
with her to allay any suspicions she might have.  "I find having a cigarette
while I'm diddling myself is VERY relaxing," she confessed nibbling my ear.
"And I have to say that while as crazy as it sounds, I've had suspicions
about you and Mrs. Layman.  Until tonight, that is.  She's a really nice lady
and other than the sweaters and smoking, not at all your type!"  My heart
thrashed within my chest but I willed it to calm.  "I'm glad to know you
finally trust me to be around an old school teacher every now and then without
thinking I'm boinking her."  "You are SO crass sometimes.  I have NO idea
why I love you so, but I DO," she proclaimed.  "Are you ever going to tell
me that back?" she asked with big, sad eyes.  "Sure. It's just, well, hard
for me after Caitlen.  We were only 16 and telling each other `I love you'
every day and then, wham, it was over.  I just don't want to trivialize
something that important until I'm really sure."  I wasn't very convincing
and that fact was not lost on Kathy. "That's okay.  At least you're honest.
And whether you love me or not, I DO love you.  Very much."  She French
kissed me again for a very long time offering her breast to my hands but I
pulled away saying, "Honey, we can't.  We've already aroused enough
suspicion tonight.  We'll find time tomorrow for sure.  Okay?" "Sure. But I
do love you.  Goodnight."  "Goodnight," I replied and headed back to the
fantail of the ship to wait for the stroke of midnight.

The Senior Trip: Part IV

It was two minutes before twelve when I approached the 200 area of the ship.
In spite of all my adult-like confidence, I was very afraid of running into
another teacher or the principal as I wandered into the teacher's area.  I
saw the numbers descending from 220 on the right side and 219 on the left as I
made my way down the hall.  As I approached 207 I could see the door was not
completely shut and took that as an invitation to push it open without making
a sound.  Half expecting to walk into the principal's cabin, I was not
disappointed to find Nancy sitting on her couch behind the door in a pair of
very tight leather pants and a black leather bra.

"Close the door," she whispered.  I marveled at how well proportioned and
how well-honed her body was.  I had noticed this before but I was stunned as I
stood there looking at this middle-aged beauty.  "I apologize for not wearing
a pretty sweater for you but I wanted to share another part of me with you
that I hope you'll understand and most importantly, approve of," she said
demurely.  "Well, I certainly approve of the choice of wardrobe. You look
GREAT!" I told her.  Because of the thinness of the walls both of us spoke
softly even though Nancy assured me the cabins on either side and across the
hall were empty.  "So what's your great secret?" I asked naively.  "I want
to be your slave," she replied, her eyes looking down at the floor.  I had
heard of this sort of thing from guys in the locker room but didn't have the
faintest idea what she was really talking about.  

She sensed my uneasiness and took me hand and sat me down next to her.  "Let
me try and explain.  As far as I can tell, you have two fetishes.  Sweaters
and smoking.  Am I right?" she asked genuinely.  "I guess that's true.  I
mean, I don't really know what a fetish is, but I really have a thing for
girls who smoke and I do like sweaters.  So if that's a fetish, then I'm
guilty as charged," I said authoritatively.  "You're so sweet and so
innocent in spite of your maturity," she told me taking my hand in hers.
"Fetishes are things you need in order to really enjoy sex.  In extreme
cases, people can't even have an orgasm unless the fetish object is present.
You may not be that extreme yet but you do have very strong preferences. Am I
right?" she inquired already knowing my answer.  "Yes. That's correct. Why
do I feel like I'm back in English class taking a test?" I kidded.  "I'm
not trying to be your teacher, my love.  Quite the opposite is true.  I want
to be your slave.  But I want you to understand my needs so please let me
explain," she pleaded.

Nancy lit a cigarette and took a very deep inhale. "Did I tell you how glad I
am I met you and how glad I am you helped me find my way back to smoking?  I
absolutely love to smoke and can't believe I wasted ten years of my life
without it.  So thank you so very much," she said as she kissed me exhaling a
massive amount of smoke.  "So this is what I'm trying to say.  I have needs
just like you yet the needs themselves are different.  I need a man to own me,
to be my master.  I need to be disciplined and punished and I need to be
humiliated in public.  In short, my fetish is called `submissiveness' which
is a bit unusual for women but not entirely so.  I need a man to dominate me
and literally own me and to punish me severely when I disappoint him.  That's
something I never found in the Mormon Church.  Make sense?" she asked
hopefully.  

Once again, I stirred from deep within at the potential of what was being
offered.  "I think I do," I began.  "But I'm not quite sure how to fulfill
your fantasies.  I mean, I'll need some time to learn how to be a good, well,
`master'?" I offered.  "We have time and I'm only all too willing to
teach you everything you need to know.  It's to my advantage to do so because
the better master you are the happier slave I'll be," she said smiling from
ear to ear.  "You've already won my heart.  Why do you think I've been so
eager to please you?  From the first time you touched my face and told me not
to let anyone tell me I'm not beautiful I was willing to do ANYthing for you.
It was just too simple to fulfill your two fantasies as I already wore the
clothes you like and I was ripe to start smoking again.  But you had, and
still have, so much power over me."  Nancy moved closer to me as she
continued talking and smoking.  "Wasn't that obvious from how quickly I
obeyed you when you told me to play with myself?  From now on I will only
address you as `Master' or `My Lord' and you must address me only in the
foulest of terms except for those times when it pleases you to be kind to me.
At those times you should have a pet name for me other than `Nancy.'"  I
suggested several alternatives.  "Like Heather or Tiffany or some other
frilly name?"  "Exactly!" she purred.  "Oh, master, you learn so quickly.
I am so honored to serve you."

"I brought several things with me I'd like to show you now, if it please you
my Lord," she said submissively.  "You may, Tiffany," I answered her.
Nancy/Tiffany, shuddered with delight at her new moniker.  Nancy opened a
suitcase exposing a black latex mask with some sort of ball attached to the
mouth opening, a riding crop, and a pair of handcuffs.  "Beginners stuff, my
Lord," she explained.  Without waiting for further explanation, I took the
latex mask from the suitcase and pulled down around her head.  It was
intuitively obvious the ball was in the position it was in to fill her mouth.
I told her to open her mouth widely and snapped the ball into position.  I
then took out the handcuffs and fastened them around her tiny wrists behind
her back.

"Get on your knees, bitch," I ordered.  Tiffany instantly obeyed.  I towered
over and said, "So how in the fuck are you going to be able to either smoke
or suck my dick with this ridiculous costume on!!  This little fetish of yours
is interfering with mine and that is going to cost you!"  I reached for the
riding crop and immediately waylaid her leather-clad ass.  "You arrogant
cunt!" I derided.  "How dare you come up with some need that supersedes my
own!"  It took me only a few strokes to learn to hit the mark.  I stung her
buttocks and legs repeatedly as I chastised her for thinking of no one but
herself.  Nancy began to cry and I stopped immediately.  "Honey, are you
alright??" I asked pulling the ball from her mouth.  "Master, don't stop.
I'm sorry for crying but I'm just SO happy," she sobbed.  

I grabbed one of her cigarettes and removing the ball blocking her mouth, I
put it between her lips then reached for her lighter and lit it.  "Don't
take a single breath.  Smoke it to the end," I ordered.  Tiffany hungrily
inhaled and let the cigarette dangle from her mouth. As she exhaled, hands
still tied behind her back, she inhaled again, the tip of her VS Menthol Light
glowing red-hot.  She took one deep drag after the other until she reached the
filter. I removed the remains of the cigarette from her still red lips and
inserted another.  "Continue, slut," I told her.  Nancy had a bit of
difficulty near the end of this one.  I tore the cigarette from her mouth and
berated her for not being able to smoke just TWO cigarettes in a
row-something I'd wanted to see for some time. "I'm sorry, Master.  I'm
so sorry," she pleaded.  "Shut up, bitch!" I screamed picking up the riding
crop and bringing it against her bare back. Welts sprang up instantly and
blood oozed from raw pores.  Seeing the delight in her eyes, I gave her two
more nasty strokes before lifting her up and setting her on the couch.

"How was our first session my love?" I inquired sincerely.  "Oh, master,
I've never been happier in my life.  Thank you SO much!"  I unlocked her
cuffs and removed the latex mask and held her pretty face in my hands.
"Would you please fuck me?" she begged.  Nancy/Tiffany removed her leather
pants and lit a cigarette in anticipation of the hardest fucking of her life
yet to come.  I did not disappoint her-.

It was just after three am when I tiptoed out of her cabin back toward my own.
We had to be up by 7:30 for breakfast and I needed sleep in a bad way.  We had
a tour of Juneau scheduled for the next day and I had to face Kathy as if I'd
had a full night's rest.  I returned to my cabin ten minutes later and
immediately drifted off to a peaceful sleep only to be awakened by a blaring
alarm clock at 7 am.

The Senior Trip: Part V

I heard the soft knock on my cabin door some ten minutes later as I was trying
to brew a cup of coffee and come to life. "Honey?" I heard Kathy say as I
fought to find my bearings.  "Hold on," I answered as memories from last
night flooded over me.  I began to get an erection as I moved toward the door.
I flipped the key and opened the door allowing Kathy to step in.  She
immediately looked down at my crotch and said, "Wow, I should leave you alone
once in awhile more often!"  She reached down and softly stroked my erection
while kissing me, the delicious taste of smoke still heavy on her breath.

Kathy began quickly undressing as I began to plead for time to shower, change
and still get to breakfast by 8 am. "Breakfast will be there until 11
o'clock," she said evilly, smiling as she dropped her short black skirt to
the floor.  "I'm VERY horny and you're going to fuck me before breakfast or
else!" she warned.

Breakfast and the rest of the passed uneventfully as we steamed for Seattle.
We would arrive in Puget Sound around 7 pm and spend a last night on the ship
celebrated with a dance until dawn followed by a pancake breakfast.  For those
still not 18, parents would meet them at the dock at 9 am.

As the day dragged on I began to fantasize about another night with Nancy but
that seemed a distant possibility.  Simply finding the time and place to be
completely alone was challenge enough without having to explain my
disappearance to Kathy Tayler.  I had mixed feelings about the whole S&M or
B&D (or whatever that was exactly) thing. I found I'd enjoyed being in
control and having an older sexy woman in total submission to me but I
realized that what I really liked was having brought a former smoker back into
the fold.  In my mind that was every bit as significant an accomplishment as
having gotten a pious, non-smoking girl to start smoking from scratch.  The
thought of both of them being held captive to their craving for nicotine
because of my own efforts was exhilarating.  I hardened as I thought of being
alone with Nancy, unzipping the powder blue sweater I'd seen her in at lunch
while she inhaled deeply on her Virginia Slim, holding the smoke deep in her
lungs, exhaling thick creamy clouds of smoke.  My God, I was so horny I
thought I'd explode.  I decided to take a huge risk-


The Senior Trip: Part VI

I stopped by Kathy's room and told her I was getting a headache and needed to
lie down.  I told her I'd be fine by the dance and that I'd be back by her
cabin in time for the dance.  Her smoky kiss wishing me to feel better only
stoked my fire as I headed for the fantail of the ship where I hoped to find
one Nancy Layman enjoying another cigarette.  On my way, I swung by my room
and scrawled a quick note, folded it in half and continued on my way.

As I approached, I saw her long, sandy blonde hair blowing in the breeze as
she raised her right arm to take a long drag on her cigarette.  I approached
from the left side and gently slid the piece of paper into her hand then
quickly pointed to some seagulls circling the liner looking for scraps of
food.  "Beautiful, aren't they?" she said.  "Yes, you are," I replied
without looking at her.  The vice principal was less than ten feet from us and
I could sense her trepidation.  "You flatter me, young master," she
whispered softly, "but you can't stay here."  "I know," I acknowledged.
"The note tells all.  See you soon," I said stepping away saying a bit too
loudly, "Bye, Mrs. Layman."  The vice principal glowered at me as I turned
away smiling widely at him.  Nancy had told me that he had asked her out a
number of times but that she had also rebuffed him.  But since she'd started
smoking again, he seemed to have lost interest and now seemed on some sort of
vendetta.  She said she wasn't concerned about it and didn't really care
what he thought about her or her personal life.

At 7 pm I let myself into Nancy's unlocked cabin.  As I closed the door
behind me, I stood in front of Mrs. Layman who followed my instructions to the
tee.  She was still wearing the same zip-up top but had put on a short, black,
pleated skirt and powder blue knee socks.  Her hair was pulled back into a
high pony tail and she had tied a matching ribbon around it.  She had pulled
off an amazing Catholic school girl look that was sending me into orbit.  I
had told her that she was to play a young schoolgirl who had been caught
smoking and that I, her headmaster, Mr. Smith, would be coming by to punish
her appropriately.

Nancy had showered and washed and shampooed her hair to eliminate any trace of
smoke. She was also told to wear just enough makeup to give her a soft glow
but not to overdo it.  She looked angelic sitting there with her knees
together and hands with red nails placed on them with her head down.  "So,
Ms. Layman," I began. "I have a report her from Mrs. Johnson which says you
were caught smoking on school grounds today.  This is a VERY serious
allegation young lady.  What do you have to say for yourself?"  Nancy's lips
quivered as she answered quietly without looking up at me. "I didn't do it,
Mr. Smith. Honestly.  I don't smoke and I never have."  "So you're saying
Mrs. Johnson made this all up?  Why would she do that, Nancy?  Why would Mrs.
Johnson lie about something so important?" I probed.

"I don't know," she continued.  "But if my parents find out, I'll be
grounded for a month and I won't be able to go to homecoming or my friends
and I'll just DIE.  Please don't tell them," she said through tears.
"Tell them what, Nancy? You said you didn't smoke. What is there to tell
them?  Who's really lying here?  You or Mrs. Johnson."

"Uh, I didn't mean it like that, Mr. Smith.  I meant, I don't want my
parents to THINK I was smoking.  That's all." "Hmmm," I mumbled.
"Obviously, someone isn't telling the truth here, Nancy.  Mrs. Johnson has
been with St. Mary's for 15 years and in all that time I've never known her
to tell a lie. So is there something perhaps you might like to say that you
haven't yet told me?" I urged her.  "Um, no. Not really.  I mean, I'm not
saying she's LYING, but I don't have anything else to say `cause I don't
smoke.  It's just a big mistake or something."

"All right.  Fine. If that's your story I guess we'll just have to wait
here to give you some time to think about things.  I'll be back in an hour to
finish our discussion and I expect to hear the truth from you young lady.  No
more lies or there will be very serious consequences.  You will sit here
without moving until I return.  Is that clear?"  "Yes, Mr. Smith," she said
nervously.  I opened the door and looked down the hallway. Seeing no one, I
quickly stepped out knowing Nancy would sit there as I had ordered not moving
a muscle.  This part was her fun.  Being punished.  My fun would come next.

I had no sooner got inside my cabin than I heard a knock and Kathy's voice.
"Honey, you okay?" she said softly.  "Uh, not really," I responded lying
down quickly and feigning sleep. She cracked the door and came inside.  She
sat down on the bed and felt my forehead. "Your forehead doesn't feel warm
but your face does.  That's a little odd, don't you think?"  "I don't
know. I guess so.  Mostly it's just a headache, not a fever," I lied.
"Well, I could take your mind off of your pain if you like," she purred.
"Dammit," I thought to myself. Of all the times to offer me a blow job!  NOT
NOW!  But I could smell smoke on her clothes and hair and I wanted her SO
badly.  "Well, I guess you could try and make it feel better," I said
growing hard and hating myself for having no control.

Kathy quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them off me then pulled my shorts
down and laid them on the floor, as well.  I was now fully standing at
attention as she wrapped one soft hand around the width of my swollen shaft.
"Almost forgot," she said as she reached in her purse for a cigarette.  She
lit it deftly and inhaled as deeply as she could. "Mmmm. That's SO much
better," she purred.  She double pumped then lowered her head onto my
throbbing member exhaling her smoke on my body.  Kathy had perfected the art
of performing oral sex while smoking in a very short time.  As if by second
sense she would occasionally take a deep inhale and move up to kiss me as she
exhaled.  Once again she had rocked my world in a most remarkable way.

"Headache better?" she teased lighting another cigarette.  "Much. Thank
you.  But I still need a little more to rest up before the all nighter.  Is
that okay?"  Kathy smiled and tossing her cigarette into the ashtray said,
"Of course, you're going to need your rest to get through what I've got
planned for us tonight!"  We kissed goodbye and Kathy made her way back to
her cabin.  Forty five minutes had passed since I'd left Miss Nancy alone and
I was already stirring with anticipation again as I dressed without showering
and retuned to the teacher's area of the boat.

Somehow, I managed to again slip back into her cabin unnoticed.  Nancy was in
the exact same position I had left her in nearly an hour ago.  "Nancy, I've
given you an hour to think and would now like to hear the truth."  "Mr.
Smith, I told the truth before. I didn't smoke and Mrs. Johnson must be lying
or maybe just saw someone else.  I DON'T smoke.  I swear!" Nancy had made
herself cry and I moved to sit next to her.  "Shhh. Nancy, no need to cry.
It's very warm in here. If you'd like to unzip your sweater a little, I'll
relax the rules to allow you to cool off a bit," I offered magnanimously.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Smith," Nancy said and reached for her silver zipper.
She lowered it about three inches and said, "Is that too much, Mr. Smith?  I
don't want to appear unmodest."  "That's fine, Nancy. In fact, you may
lower a bit more if like as it is very warm in here."  She tugged and pulled
it down another 2-3 inches and asked "Is that enough?"  "Just a bit more,
my dear, please so you can be comfortable."  Nancy did as she was told and
lowered her zipper to a point about the midpoint of her breasts.  "There now.
Isn't that much better?" I said cheerfully?  "Yes, sir, thank you, Mr.
Smith."   Her light, lacey blue bra was visible underneath.

"Nancy, since you're sticking so firmly by your story, I've come to the
conclusion that the only way we will know the truth is by way of practical
application.  Do you know what that means from your science courses?" I asked
condescendingly.  "I  think so," she answered.  "That's when you test a
theory with an experiment."  "That's a pretty explanation," I complimented
her. "So we're about to conduct an experiment to test my theory," I told
her.  "What sort of test?" she asked panicked.  "I haven't studied for
anything!"  "Don't worry, young lady," I reassured her.  "This is one you
that doesn't require any study.  In fact, if my hypothesis is correct,
you've already prepared quite nicely for this exam."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a Virginia Slim Menthol Light.  Nancy
immediately perked up but then remembered her role.  "What's that for Mr.
Smith?" Nancy asked anxiously.  "Well, Nancy, it's for you. You're going
to smoke a cigarette for me."  "But why?" she asked.  "Because this way
I'll actually KNOW whether or not you smoke.  If you don't, that will be
obvious immediately and if you DO, well, that too, will be evident in short
order. So I have here a lighter and a cigarette.  Please take the cigarette
from me and hold it in your right hand."  Nancy did as ordered trying to look
befuddled.  Her long, slender fingers held the cigarette sublimely showing off
her painted red nails. "Like this?" she inquired.  "Anyway you like, my
child.  Since you have `no' experience in these matters, anyway at all will
be fine I'm sure. All right, I'll light it for you and let's just see if we
can get to the bottom of this matter."

I flicked the lighter's wheel and flame jumped to life.  Nancy pretended to
struggle to light the cigarette and made an honest attempt at pretending to
take a first inhale and cough.  "So far, my theory seems unfounded as one
should cough the first time one smokes but please continue smoking, Miss
Layman," I directed.  Nancy took another tentative puff, but hungry for
nicotine took a slight puff then tried to cough as she exhaled.  "Hmmm.
Again, please," I ordered.  This time, Nancy could no longer restrain herself
and took a fairly large drag and held it in deeply. While exhaling she made a
preposterous attempt to cough and then quickly took another, longer inhale and
whaled, "Oh Mr. Smith, I'm so sorry for lying.  I've been smoking since
last summer and it was me Mrs. Johnson saw today.  I'm SO sorry."  Nancy
actually was able to make herself cry as she took another huge hit from her VS
menthol light.  I sat next to her as she exhaled wonderfully.  "There, there,
Miss Layman.  It's all right," I reassured her.  "But when my parents find
out, they'll KILL me!" she sobbed. "There's no reason your parents have to
find out, dear," I comforted her.  "Really?" she said cheering up. "How
could that happen?" she asked looking up at me while taking another very deep
inhale.  "Well, if you were to finish unzipping your pretty sweater all the
way, you might be able to relax a bit more so we could discuss this."
"Well, all right, I suppose that would be okay," she said innocently as she
pulled the zipper down until her top fell apart in two halves.  "Like that?"
she asked sincerely.  "Yes, just like that.  So do you like to smoke,
Nancy?" I asked her.  "Yes, sir, very much.  I find I need a cigarette
almost every hour but can't smoke when I'm in school.  Today it just to be
too much for me and I had to have one when Mrs. Johnson caught me."  Nancy
finished her cigarette and asked whether she might have another. "Well,
perhaps just one more," I capitulated, "But this has to it," I added
authoritatively.

The Senior Trip: Final Chapter

As I started to speak, we both heard the doorknob turn.  We sat absolutely
still in total panic expecting the vice principal or another teacher to walk
in right then and there.  The doorknob turned for an eternity and when it
opened in walked Kathy Taylor in a matching outfit.  I looked at Nancy, then
back at Kathy.  They then looked at me and then at each other when they both
smiled and then burst out laughing.  "Shhhh!" Nancy said. "They'll hear
us!"  "Right, don't want anyone else joining our little party of three now,
do we?" Kathy said taking a seat across from us.  "Nancy, honey, would you
mind helping me unzip my sweater?  It's VERY warm in here tonight!" Nancy
stood up then reached down and pulled Kathy's zipper to the bottom exposing
the same lacey blue bra.  She then sat next to her and put her arm around
Kathy and pulled her close to her for a long, drawn out French kiss.  "Okay,
someone tell me what in the hell is going on here," I demanded.  Kathy looked
up at me and said, "Well, I was there in the auditorium the first night you
two `snuck' out to the dugout to fool around.  At first I was angry and hurt
beyond belief but since I was exploring so many new things in my life I
thought I might add a couple more to my list.  I made contact with Mrs.
Layman, uh, `Nancy', and tried to well, sort of blackmail her.  I found out
no blackmailing was necessary as she was all too willing to make friends with
a female student as well as a male.  And the rest is, well, history?" she
teased.  They kissed again and invited me to join them.

I offered both ladies a cigarette then watched them take each other's smoke
deep into one another's lungs.  Their hands explored each other's hard, firm
bodies as they smoked and kissed.  I had every intention of joining them after
they had fully pleasured one another at least once.  An hour later, I joined
into the most exciting love making session of my life.  The three of us
skipped the dance and spent the evening making love while the two of them
enjoyed one cigarette after the other.

We left the ship the next day totally exhausted.  Somehow, I managed to make
it home and dropped Kathy off at her house without having said two words as
she slept the whole way home.  

Graduation came the following Wednesday and Kathy and I went out for dinner.
Neither of us said much as she sat smoking one cigarette after the other.
Finally she broke the silence.  "I guess we both know it's over, right?  I
mean, I've know you don't love me the way I love you since I asked you to
tell me you love me.  And I'm okay with that now."  "Yeah, I guess so," I
agreed.  "But you have to understand it isn't you.  It's me.  I'm not sure
I'm capable of the kind of love you're talking about.  But I can assure of
this-I'll never forget you."  Kathy continued with "You've taught me so
much about myself and the world.  And under different circumstances, I would
have married you if you'd asked.  I truly did love you as my first love and
I'm grateful for all the time we've spent together."  "So am I, Kathy.
You're a wonderful girl and you deserve to find the perfect guy."  "Well,
I'm not sure if the `perfect' guy exists but he'll definitely HAVE to love
a woman who smokes!" she said laughing at the irony of it all.

We went back to my house and made love again with more of a nostalgia than a
passion.  I took her home and kissed her goodbye tasting that smoky wonder for
what I knew would not be a last time.  The Coach was now "two for two" and
was determined to be victorious in other future battles.  He had many other
future successes in front of him but had no idea that the woman he would
eventually marry would prove to be both his greatest challenge and yet his
greatest victory.

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