“God I hate being late,” Stu thought to himself as he manoeuvred his car around the twists and turns of Northeast Somerset’s roads. He had only gotten the call from the agency at twenty past eight and told to get to a rural school twenty five miles away. Worse, he had to sit in Bristol rush hour traffic and then contend with the same when he got to Bath.
Now it was ten past nine and he was on some B road desperately hoping that around the next bend was the village of Somerton Moore. The agency had already called him once asking how long before he got to the school, but he couldn’t give an answer. All he knew was that he was going to be late and it wasn’t his fault.
Stu had to drive another ten minutes before he saw the sign telling him he had arrived in Somerton Moore. It took another minute of driving past the village’s businesses, a store with a post office, a petrol station, a café and a pub before he finally arrived at the school. Parking his car, he grabbed his lunch and his brief case (or supply teacher’s survival kit) and made a dash for the front door of Somerton Moore Primary School.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Stu apologised the instant he stuck his head around the school office door. The secretary, a woman who looked about sixty with frizzy grey hair and wearing a skirt, which many might consider too short for a woman her age looked up in acknowledgement. Stu quickly added, “Supply teacher for Year 6.”
The secretary stood up and immediately the lower hem of her skirt slid down to her knees removing his view of her lower thigh. “Come with me, I’ll show you to your class,” she instructed robotically.
He followed her beckoning hand down a corridor and after making a couple of turns, stopped by a door. “This is your classroom, the children are at assembly now but they’ll be back soon,” she informed him in the same robot like manner. She then turned and walked back the way she had led him. He watched the secretary until she disappeared around a corner and then opened the door to his classroom and went in.
The classroom was like any other primary school classroom he had been in. Tables were strategically arranged and the pupils’ work was displayed on the walls around the classroom. To his relief, he found the Literacy and Numeracy plans straight away and after a quick read of both, saw that he would be able to deliver both with no problem. He read that after lunch, there was a writing exercise for the class to do in their topic books and this was also thoroughly explained, so Stu would have no problems with that either. The only challenge would be the last hour and already ideas began to form in his mind as to what to do. Feeling confident about the day, he wrote “Mr McArdle” on the whiteboard. It was then he realised that he hadn’t asked if he would be on playground duty. Most likely, he wouldn’t be but he figured he should inquire anyway.
“Are you American, sir?” a boy asked him when he introduced himself upon the class’s return.
He was asked this question in just about every Key Stage 2 class he taught. Therefore, he was prepared and answered, “I’m from a country north of the United States.” Then turning it around asked, “Does anyone know what country that is?”
“Mexico?” one girl ventured.
When he responded, “Not quite,” a boy sitting at the opposite end of the class less confidently offered, “Brazil.”
Outwardly, Stu simply stated, “No” but inwardly he thought, “Their geography is lousy.” Fortunately, he was saved by a boy who he would discover as one of the brain boxes of the class, put up his hand and answered, “Canada” when called on.
“Yes, I’m from Canada,” he declared with relief. He then dared to ask them, “Does anyone know what sport Canada is famous for?”
Fears of having to field more ridiculous answered rapidly dissipated when a very sporty looking boy immediately answered, “Ice hockey.”
“Yes, ice hockey,” Stu affirmed barely able to disguise his relief. Seizing the moment, Stu gave the class a brief outline of his life story. He told them about his birth city, Flin Flon, in the province of Manitoba and like most Canadians, had dreams of playing professional ice hockey in the NHL. He had come close to living that dream, playing one level below in the AHL where he played for the Hershey Bears for three seasons. When the likelihood of playing in the NHL became too unlikely, he took advantage of an offer to come to Britain to play ice hockey. Therefore, he came and played for the Cardiff Devils for five seasons before finally hanging up his skates and becoming a teacher. However, he left out more intimate details of his life like his marriage and its recent end because his wife, like so many sports WAGs, realised she had been in love with the hockey player and not the man.
Literacy and Numeracy lesson went well and he didn’t have playground duty. Furthermore, the children’s lack of knowledge about his home country gave him an idea as to what to do with the last hour. They would do a small project about Canada. He thought about this while he ate his lunch in the staff room.
“Hello, I’m Heather Oglivy, the head,” offered a female voice that interrupted his thoughts. He focused on a short, stout woman who looked to be in her mid to late forties, although she was probably older with bobbed brown hair and a warm inviting smile offering her hand. Stu shook Heather’s very soft hand and affirmed his own name.
“Is everything going ok?” she asked, her pleasant smile remaining fixed to her face.
“Fine, all fine, uh, they’re a great class,” Stu responded. He was being honest, the class were being brilliant and he had no problems with anybody.
The head nodded and even appeared to wink at him and continued her smile until she went and sat among other female members of staff. He watched her for a moment. As she sat down, her dress rose up and momentarily displayed her knees, but she quickly put her dress back over covering them up. He though nothing more of it and when back to finishing his lunch. When he did, he only just caught the head smiling at him as he got up to go and prepare for the afternoon.
For Stu, the afternoon went swimmingly and he was amazed how well the children took to his project on Canada, especially on a Friday afternoon. As a result, he felt quite upbeat about having a good day while he marked work for an hour after school. When he did leave to go home, he wasn’t surprised to see that the rest of the school appeared totally deserted.
“Can I see you for a moment?” the head asked popping out from behind a door.
Black clouds of gloom began to form above his head as Stu turned towards the head’s office. He began searching for things that might have gone wrong, but he couldn’t find any. There were no problems with discipline. Did she go past his classroom and see a child not engaged? These thoughts swirled around in his mind and he took little consolation in the fact that she was at least addressing any problem with him not just going and telling tales to the agency.
When he went into the head’s office, he found her standing by her desk. The black suit jacket he saw her wearing in the staff room at lunch was now draped over the back of the chair. With the same pleasant smile she wore at lunch, she beckoned him to sit in a wooden chair close to where she stood. Feeling like some naughty child, Stu obliged and sat down.
“The feedback on you has been very good,” she began. “I heard some of the children talking and it seems they really enjoyed learning about Canada.” While she was talking, she inched her way closer to him, then placing her soft hand on his shoulder, she went on, “Normally, we don’t use agencies that often, but when we do, I’ll ask for you.” The relief that nothing had gone wrong clouded the fact that she was now rubbing his shoulder. For an unknown reason, Stu cupped his hand over hers. She bent down and put her face level with his and with her face just inches from his, she whispered, “I don’t know when I’ll see you next, so I’ll have you now.”
Heather lunged her head forward and engulfed his lips with her own. Stu didn’t pull away. Their lips remained locked as both shifted their bodies. Suddenly, Stu felt himself and the head falling one way while the chair he was sitting on went the other. In a controlled drop, he landed on his back with her on top of him. She may have been short, but she seemed unusually strong for her size as she pinned Stu down with her body. Although Stu was no weakling and could have rolled her off him any time, he chose not to.
While still engaged in a passionate kiss, both began unbuttoning the other’s shirt after she had removed his tie. When both shirts had been sufficiently unbuttoned, hands began massaging chests, though Stu was convinced he had the better deal while his fingers climbed her mounds. As he did, a long unused skill returned to him. Back when he was eighteen and playing amateur hockey, he worked at a nursing home. Helping elderly ladies with dressing and undressing made him quite skilful at unfastening bras. Therefore, it was no surprise that Stu undid the head’s with little difficulty.
She now straddled him, raising her body upright in order to gain the full effects of his massage. After a few minutes, she backed away from his reach further down his body. Now sitting on his legs, she unfastened his belt buckle and then his trousers. Then with no further hesitation, reached in a grabbed her prize. Her soft touch had the desired effect, as the soldier wasted no time in springing to attention. He revelled in her soft touch for several minutes and he braced himself for her to sit on the pole. However, her strength seemed to sap and she slumped herself down onto his body. Stu took the clue and reversed things.
Now in control, it was his turn to run his hands around her. This prompted the head to raise her hips and together they removed the final barriers to the Promised Land. As he explored, he found the land to be very fertile indeed and the more he ventured into unknown territory, the more fertile the land became. Tremors also came upon the land as the head writhed on her back doing her best not to cry out. The land became so fertile that Stu felt compelled to drink from its waters. With his tongue, he made sure he got every drop. The sensation she must have been feeling caused her to place him in a leg scissors so tight that it would have even impressed the best WWE wrestlers.
For a moment, he couldn’t breathe, but at the same time he thought of no better way to go. However, she released her hold and when he looked up, her eyes pleaded for the main event. With a feeling of triumph, he planted his flag in the Promised Land and together; they rocked back and forth in harmony. The more the rocked, the greater the height he drove from. His action was having the desired effect and she could not hold back an ecstatic moan. Her strength returned as she wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him down onto her. They continued for countless seconds until he finally yielded to the inevitable.
While the lay side by side for the next few wonderful moments, she rolled onto her side and draping an arm across his body informed, “I’ll be definitely giving you a good report to the agency and your teaching was good too.” Stu just smiled.
Those fine memories lasted over the entire weekend and on Monday when he telephoned the agency for work, the agent told him, “The head at Somerton Moore gave you some really excellent feedback.” Stu could only think, “I bet she did.”