I entered the Winter Valley Junior High building through the back entrance to avoid meeting up with any of the faculty. I made my way to my classroom / laboratory without rousing an alarm. Two things had to be accomplished. First, I had to start brewing my special additive for the afternoon basketball practice sports drink. And I had to find my white dress shirt I kept around in case of an emergency. Such an emergency would be showing up in the same clothes I wore the previous day. If anyone saw me, I'd have to explain how I spent the night in bed with one of the students / players and her even younger sister.
The first part, though it would take longer, started without a hitch. It was the second, where I searched for the shirt, that I failed.
"What are you looking for?" asked Dottie Madison who once again magically appeared from nowhere. My fellow head coach on the co-ed basketball team had that annoying habit. "Why are you dressed in the shorts and shirt from practice and not in your suit?"
I could see the light bulb go off over her head. "You didn't, did you? I knew the private practice was just a ruse to get Melissa in bed. I am so jealous."
"It's a long story but right now I have to find my clean white shirt."
"You mean the one you loaned to Harrison on Tuesday?"
I plopped down on the stool. I had been a substitute teacher less than a week, and I had not only slept with a student, but gave away my emergency shirt and then totally forgot about it. My life in the profession was seriously limited.
"Plan B," I said. "Lab coat all day."
Just as I snapped the last snap, Miss Hamilton, the secretary to the principal walked in unannounced. "Ah, there you are, Mr. Wilson."
"Good morning, Miss Hamilton."
"It's Lexie, remember?" she corrected me. "I don't know how I missed you this morning. But Principal Van Buren wants to congratulate you on the wonderful job you are doing with the team. Little Vicky has been such a nice child these last few days. Well behaved for a change. Anyway, he would like to invite the team, and coaches also over to his house for a relaxation party on Saturday. It's sort of like the pool parties he held during the summer for the football team. He just hopes it pays dividends for once. Unfortunately, he and his wife won't be there, but I have volunteered to oversee the activity."
I cast my eyes skyward. I knew this sounded like a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. Like starting a barbecue with a tanker full of gasoline.
"We would love to," spoke up Dottie. "Wouldn't we?"
"Sure," I said foolishly.
"I think he said any time after noon. They won't be back until late Sunday night. I think he hinted Vicky might turn it into a slumber party."
The secretary turned to leave, but caught sight of my brewing contraption. "Oh, what are you making here?"
I rolled my eyes. I didn't have enough brain cells working to come up with a viable lie. In stepped my partner in crime.
"It's his homemade coffee maker. It makes… homemade coffee."
"Is it any good?"
"Why don't you try a sample?" Dottie filled a green cup with the fluid and handed it to Miss Hamilton.
"Kind of lukewarm," said the woman as she took a sip.
"Drink it quickly," said Dottie. "Like this." She drew another cupful and downed it in one swallow. Miss Hamilton followed suit.
"Good flavor," said the secretary. "Just needs to be piping hot."
"How do you feel?" asked Dottie
"Kind of hot and tingly."
"Tell the truth," said my partner.
"The correct word is horny," said the woman. "Fucking horny. And wanting to do something naughty."
Sensing a change in the reaction, Dottie looked at me for an explanation.
"I increased the dosage this morning," I said. "Melissa admitted last night that she had not been under the enchantment." I didn't reveal that her father had previously tried using a similar concoction to bed his older daughter.
"So, will she do anything I ask?" I nodded.
"Miss Hamilton, remove your panties and toss them into the trash. You won't need to wear any for the rest of the week."
The prim and proper secretary reached under her skirt and lowered her white checked bikini panties. Twirling them above her head like a drunk bachelor party stripper, she released them, sending them onto the lit Bunsen burner.
"I hope they're cotton," I said as I reached for the fire extinguisher. The natural fiber lit on fire easily and turned into a pile of ash in seconds.
"I feel liberated," said Miss Hamilton.
"Go back to your desk and act as though nothing has happened," I ordered.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said with a smile, her demeanor totally composed, before exiting the room.
I held my head in my hands. "This is going to be a disaster."
Dottie just stood there with her mischievous grin.
While I sat at the lab, going over my proscribed lesson plans for the day, and keeping an anxious eye on my brew, my first student arrived. "Morning, Mr. Wilson," said the freckle-faced Bonnie. "You look all science-y in your lab coat."
"Ah, thank you." I looked up to see my prize student wearing a gray polo shirt and a navy blue skirt. I could swear the later garment was two inches shorter than the previous day. At this rate, by the game day, my would-be teacher's pet would be wearing a skirt that could double as a belt.
"Still working on your experiment?"
"Uh, yes."
"When are you going to teach us about it?"
I thought for a moment. "When I get it perfected. There's nothing worse than revealing that your teacher doesn't know everything."
Bonnie giggled at my comment. Before she could say more, the door opened, and a couple girls entered the room. Instinctively, I glanced in that direction. When my attention returned to Bonnie, I saw her putting down my sampling cup.
"More like coffee," she said with a scowl.
"Go take a seat," I said.
She immediately complied, taking her usual place directly in front of my desk. However, she didn't cross her legs, instead flashing me a smile. Actually two. One horizontal and one vertical. The little minx was sitting in that student desk, her legs slightly splayed, without panties.
No doubt about it. I had corrupted my best student.
For the afternoon practice I finally lost the lab coat. I was shopping for two new white shirts this weekend. That was if I survived the relaxation party.
I added my new and improved concoction to our sports drink. I waited to see Melissa's reaction to it. When she said nothing I took her over to the bleachers. "Sit down," I said.
Her butt hit the wood faster than gravity. Her expression went from astonishment to recognition to resignation. "You fixed your formula, didn't you?"
I nodded. "Just until after the tournament."
"Fine," she said with a sigh. "It will probably help with the others anyhow. I'm glad you did it."
I decided she was one strange girl.
Practice reprised the Shirts and Skins games with a few changes. This time the first squad removed their jerseys. And Coach Madison and I sat on our hands for most of the time. We discovered little Emma, though only in seventh grade, had a decent feel for how the game should run. On the other side, Melissa had gathered enough of my strategy to build a workable defense. Yes, the girl who hadn't seen a basketball before the fall understood the game almost as much as me after one short practice.
When either Dottie or I did shout out instructions, the receiver acted more quickly than the previous day. Melissa was right about the formula. I saw her getting the Nobel Prize in Disreputable Chemistry in the not too distant future.
Once again we shifted squads around along with responsibilities. I struggled not to let my feelings for Melissa cloud my judgment or change where I assigned the others.
"Don't worry," said Dottie. "Someone will be disappointed, but they will get over it. It's why they pay coaches the big bucks."
"Someone's paying you?" I said with my best shocked face. I got a punch in the arm as a response.
At the end of practice, I called the team over to the bleachers so they could sit down. To a player, they appeared exhausted. "I am in awe of how you have dedicated yourselves to practice. On Monday I never would have believed it. For your hard effort, we have a surprise that I'll tell you in a few moments. But first, I'd like to acknowledge a couple of performances."
Their eyes darted between their teammates like their heads were on a swivel.
"First, let me call out little Emma. Without her as our quarterback, the team stagnates. She has earned the point guard position, and we will build the offense around her abilities."
The little seventh-grader practically beamed in her seat as her teammates gave her playful nudges.
"At the other end of the spectrum, Curtis is our obvious center. He can play close to the basket, and I think stand up to the physical play from the other teams."
He tried to slouch down, not wanting the attention.
"For the other three positions, we have a plethora of options. Kimmy is our best outside and deep shooter, though Bonnie is very close. Our lookalike cousins, Rocky and Cassie, provide interchangeable talent on both ends of the court. Sandy and Vicky will take the ball handling pressure off Emma as needed while accumulating a few points on their own. Robby provides a stalwart stand-in down low, either as a sub for Curtis or a second low post player across the paint. We have options, something a decade ago, when Coach Madison and I played, our team didn't have. Because of that, you have to be better prepared and more aware of play. I have confidence you can learn it during the next week."
I looked at the smiles on nine players any of which on Monday I might have cut for lack of confidence. However, one face didn't share in the good report.
Melissa awkwardly tried to raise her hand. "What about me?"
"On every good team, there is what they call the X-factor. The X in this case stands for unknown or perhaps unexpected. To me, the old Melissa is gone, replaced by the new, more mysterious Misty. How and where we use you will be a secret we discover during heat of battle."
Looking at her expression, I could see satisfaction in her ethereal role.
"I would like to name as our co-captains, Emma and Curtis. With great responsibility comes great rewards. For their improvement, I would also want to reward Bonnie, Rocky, and Sandy."
Dottie stared at me, holding up a hand with five spread digits. Five? She mouthed.
"And to give our coach a break," I continued, "I think those players not being rewarded should do the honors. Think of it as a team-building exercise."
"I'll take Curtis," said the newly renamed Misty immediately. I expected the others had a sigh of relief.
Cassie grabbed her cousin's hand while Bonnie and Kimmy shared a kiss. Vicky gestured to Robby to pick, he nodded toward Sandy. Picked last for a change, Emma gleefully went with the red-haired girl.
"One last thing before you… claim your reward. Party at the Van Buren house tomorrow after noon. Ask Vicky directions because I don't know where the hell she lives."
The five pairs hurried to the secluded place now covered by a layer of towels. The reward presenters began helping the recipients out of their uniforms. Once stripped, the naked five assumed their positions while their partner knelt by their feet. Moments later four mouths met four pussies probably for the first time, and the contest for first orgasm was on.
However, the fifth couple approached the task differently. While Curtis lay on his back, the newly anointed X-factor stripped out of her uniform. She knelt on either side of his chest with her south side facing north. Leaning back, it gave him access to her nether regions while she contemplated how to approach his monster of a problem.
Dottie moved closer to give a pointer or two, only to be waved away. The expected hand job morphed into a coordinated blow job with long dexterous strokes. Then the unexpected. His long shaft began disappearing into her mouth. Not just the glans, but little by little, the entire shaft. My eyes bugged out as I saw her throat being invaded by his member. It was like looking at one of those adult videos on the internet, but they were too young to post one.
Seconds later, Curtis began spasming, but this time, none of the goo was available for the other girls to sample.
One by one the other players began to quiver. The secluded corner started to take on the ambiance of a whorehouse. I looked over to Dottie. She had the same impression. We had become one big, incestuous family.
As I walked out with Melissa, I had to admire her ingenuity. "How did you know how to…"
"Daddy taught me," she said. "Little by little he helped me conquer my gag reflex. Of course, he was nowhere near as formidable as my teammate. But, as they say, a cock is just a cock."
I decided to change the subject. "I didn't see your sister today."
"It was Mom's night off. Fridays are our family night. It's the one time the three of us can have some quality time together." She giggled. "I just realized Mom will get to watch me sit on the bench next weekend."
"Good," I said. "I was hoping Melody wasn't angry about what we did."
"Hardly. She asked when you could come over again. Well?"
I thought for a moment. "I'm pretty sure not this coming week. We have to rest up for the tournament. But there is the party tomorrow. Are you coming?"
"We'll see," she said. "I'm never sure what Mom will have planned."
I directed her down the hallway to the back entrance. "Where would you like me to drive you now?"
"If you don't mind, I'd like to find somewhere to get a burger. I need something… else… in my stomach, if you know what I mean."
After glancing around to see if anyone could be watching, I kissed her on the forehead. "I know a place we can get it to go. And it would still be edible when we reached my apartment."
"I like how your mind works. You are so devious, Mr. Wilson."
Best… compliment… ever.
"So this is your apartment," said the fourteen-year-old. Her eyes darted around my living room. "Kinda small."
"I'm a first time teacher barely out of college," I said. "I'm trying to stay flexible since I'm not sure where I'll be in a month or so."
"I hope you're still at Winter Valley," she said.
"To be honest, I do too. But, I'll have to wait for a science teacher role to open up. I'm only a sub now and just lucky to get a classroom."
We stepped into the kitchen where I handed her a paper plate. "Oh, I'm getting the fancy dinner plate," Melissa teased.
"The good china's packed with my college athletic trophies," I answered. "And UFO pictures autographed by ET himself."
She gave me a kiss to end the sarcastic banter. "Where do you eat?" she asked.
"I usually sit on the couch. What would you like to drink?"
"I wouldn't mind some of your cum. Or the drink you make for practice. Then you could make me your sex slave."
"Neither goes well with a burger." I looked in the refrigerator. "We can split a can of coke or have water."
"I guess water." Melissa walked over to the shelves holding my personal family pictures. "Who's the little girl?"
"My sister, Liz. That's an old picture. She's a junior in college now."
"She's cute. Not at all like you."
"Oh, thanks," I said as I sat down. "We better eat before the burgers turn into cold hockey pucks."
"Okay." Melissa retreated from the pictures and sat down… on my lap. "You did say you sat on the coach, right?"
I figured she wanted me to do something, like shoo her away. I could have ordered her. Instead, I began to unbutton her blouse. "Is this what you were expecting?"
"Expecting, no. Hoping for, yes." She looked into my eyes. "Speaking of expecting, if I am, will you marry me?"
"Not before the tournament. Now eat your burger."
It was the quickest and most unconventional dinner I ever had. But definitely the best dessert.
As I drove Melissa home, I tried to make small talk. "So how did you learn so much about basketball so quickly?"
"I went to the school library during study hall. They have a few books on it, including the one by the inventor of the triangle game. I looked mostly at the pictures."
"Amazing. You impress me every day."
Her phone buzzed. "Is that your mother wondering where you are?"
"Yeah," she said as she answered the message. A second later, the phone buzzed again. "Coach, can you turn around?"
"Why, did you forget something?"
"Sort of. I asked Mom if I could stay out later. She said yes."
I turned at the next corner and headed back to my apartment. "So when do you have to be home by?"
"10:00," she answered. Then she added, "Tomorrow morning."
"Seriously?"
"Yep."
"So she knows we're…"
"She's pretty sure," Melissa giggled.
It was like I just won the lottery. And the IRS decided not to levy any taxes on me.