Thread: 1989 Best Year Ever (Darkangel76 &Casketslinger)

Second period went without a hitch, Greg sat through biology twiddling his thumbs and biding his time. Once the bell rang he was up and one of the first people out of the door. Stevie would be getting out of History right about now and that was on the same floor in the high school. Greg jogged down the hall and stopped just outside the History room and waited for his good buddy. Stevie was one of the last ones out of class and taking some serious shit from the jocks as they walked behind him. Yeah real funny, I've never heard that one before...Yeah, no I get it I'm fat....This fact didn't elude me this morning when I looked in the mirror ya know? Stevie mumbled under his breath as he walked out into the hallway as the Jocks laughed at him. Greg reached out and wrapped his scrawny arm around Stevie's thick neck. Hey buddy how was History? Shitty, I honestly like learning about that stuff but I can't remember the dates to save my fucking life man. Stevie said, pushing Greg's arm off of his neck. That an some of the Lacrosse team were fucking oinking at me again....I mean shit man, I've got a pretty good sense of fucking humor about the fact that I'm a fat ass, but fucking 'oinking' at me? We're going to be graduating in a couple of weeks and we're supposed to be going out in into the real world like adults and these guys are fucking oinking at me like we're all still in the sixth grade. Stevie complained and Greg felt for him. The good news is that your gonna graduate and go on to be some big music producer and those assholes are gonna end up working in the factory and spending the rest of their lives saying, 'Hey you know that fat kid we used to pick on? He works with some of the biggest musicians around today, I used to oink at him and look at me now! Greg said with a hopeful smile and punched Stevie in the arm. Yeah maybe. Stevie replied but Greg could see that his optimism hadn't done much to cure Stevie's depression. Hey, it's third period....Earliest lunch period there is and you get it cause you're in like 'flyn with Mrs. Tighe. You gonna ask her about the Pizza? Greg asked. Yeah I guess so. You coming though right, It's your lunch period too. Stevie asked. Naw man, I ain't hungry today, I think I'm gonna skip it and try hitting up the teacher's lounge and use the copier. Check it out man, easily my best work. Greg said happily handing over the master copy of the flyer for Stevie to check out. This is fucking tits man....fucking tits! Is that a flaming keg of beer with devil horns? Stevie said. Yep an check out the tit's I drew on that female grim reaper....she's a cruel mistress! Greg laughed. Good job man....Hey I thought Nate said to wait till 4th period though, You gonna get caught? Stevie asked. Nah, 3rd period is close enough and I'm gonna need to make as many as I can so the more time I score the more I can print. Wish me luck. Greg said and then sprinted off for the teacher's lounge. Stevie made his way down to the lunch room. Usually elder classmen ate late in the day and the younger 9th and 10th grade students ate this early but Stevie was always hungriest in the mornings and so he'd arranged the special early lunch time with Mrs. Tighe. He liked it more that way, because none of the younger kids ever gave him any shit about being overweight. Stevie walked in and saw that there was already a long line of underclassmen in line and didn't hesitate to walk to the front of the line. Senior cuts He muttered as he pushed his way into the line. Well well, if it isn't my favorite little meatball, Stevie. How are you today porkchop? Would you like a double or triple lunch today? Mrs. Tighe asked. Shooting him a big smile. She was a mature woman, but not altogether a bad looking woman. Her outfit didn't help in that matter, the white formless smock and hairnet in combination with the nurse shoes she wore weren't flattering at all but she still seemed to have a certain beauty in her eyes and that big wonderful smile. A triple Mrs. Tighe, I'm feeling really hungry this morning. Stevie answered and ignored the two freshman snickering behind him. Mrs. Tighe obliged him and heaped the food onto his tray. Stevie made his way out into the lunch room and found his seat, wasting no time shoveling the hot-ham-and cheese sandwiches into his mouth one after another. The truth was that Stevie wasn't all that hungry but he was feeling bad and when he felt bad only food made him feel better. Greg waited until the bell had rung and the halls had emptied before pressing his ear to the teacher's lounge door. He heard no noise and tried the door, it wasn't locked, which was lucky, sometimes during finals week they locked the door in order to try and deter prospect cheaters from trying to sneak in and steal tests answers. Greg walked in and looked around the off-limits room taking it in for what it was. It was actually quite plain in his opinion, a couch and a few chairs, coffee maker and mugs on the counter, a fridge with some cut out cartoons of things teachers found funny on it. And then of course there was the copier. It was one of those big industrial style ones capable of producing mass amounts of low quality dittos for teachers to hand out to their students en masse. Greg walked over to it and placed his copy of the flyer on the machine face down and closed the lid. He typed 100 into the display and stepped back and watched at the sliding light bar zoomed back and forth and product started to pile up in the tray. Greg was smiling ear to ear but as the door knob started to turn and he could hear someone coming in he almost shit his pants. He ran and jumped behind the couch, hunching low and shaking with fear. In walked Miss Rodriguez, the spanish teacher and Mr. Chesbro the tech teacher. Miss Rodriguez was the hot teacher that every school had. She was young enough that older student identified with her and so fucking hot that they all lusted after her. Rumors circulated every year that she would pick on special student to keep after class and give him some 'special tutoring'. They were just rumors of course but that didn't stop young males from lining up to study Spanish at a 101 ratio compared to the French department which had almost no students enrolled and was facing cancellation. Today was no different, Miss Rodriguez was wearing a sexy low cut red dress with a slit that ran up the side and let her left leg show almost to her hip. She was a short woman and always wore towering high heels to compensate, the bonus was that her legs always looked great. Mr. Chesbro was your average middle american blue collar guy. He had a big mustache and thinning blonde hair which he kept trimmed in a low flat top. He was well built with only a faint beer belly that protruded past his polyester pant's waistline. He wasn't the sort of fellow one would imagine Miss Rodriguez to be hanging out with, but here they were and giggling like a couple of school aged kids. Mr. Chesbro, quietly closed the door behind them and locked it. Seeing him lock it made Greg's heart start beating faster as he was starting to feel like a rat in a trap. OOy Pappi! I've been thinking about your pene all day! You gonna whip it out and feed me or what Baby? Miss Rodriguez said as she jumped on him wrapping her legs around his waist. Greg's mouth dropped open when he heard her talk like that, he almost gasp out loud but stammered the urge. Jenny settle down, Look we gotta talk, You left a hickey on my balls last time and my wife is starting to really get suspicious. Do you know how hard it is to explain a bruise on your balls to your wife? Mr. Chesbro said, although Greg could see from his hidden vantage point from behind the couch that Mr. Chesbro wasn't pushing her away, instead he had his hands up her dress and was squeezing her thick underwearless butt cheeks in his strong hands. What did you tell her? She giggling and sucking on her neck. I told her I was getting older and my balls were starting to sag and I sat down fast and sat on it. He said starting to pull her dress up over her butt which exposed the dark crop of curly black hair that surrounded her pussy. You're sooo stupid....hahahahah She laughed at him and arched her back so that her big ass spread and allowed his big finger entrance into her tight Spanish pussy. Greg was dying, he could feel his pants getting tight as he watched his tech teacher molest one of the hottest teachers he'd ever seen. He could only hope that they didn't take too much notice of what the copier was printing. He didn't think they would, teachers often would print huge amounts of copies an instead of waiting the hours it would take, they would just leave the machine to do its job and come back when it was done.