CHAPTER 1

Clint Barton was tired. He was so damn tired, but the tests wouldn't correct themselves. Even though he had the right answers right there, on his desk, he couldn't make himself do anything with it. He leaned back in his chair, sighing deeply. Why on Earth did I agree with teaching health ed? Few seconds later he answered himself. Because I'm an idiot and I didn't realise, that kids 'll need some grades to pass through this class… He looked at the tests again. God, he made the questions so easy and still, there were several wrong answers on the test right at the top. He should've stayed at his gym classes and not stick his nose into real teaching. After his divorce last year though, he suddenly had more time and Nat suggested this 'brilliant' idea and he was stupid enough to give it a go. Just a few more months… He liked teaching the kids about taking care of themselves and it was a mandatory subject, so there was almost no one, who would disturb in his lessons and Clint liked that. He stared at the wrong answers blankly, as his eyes started to drift to the corner of his office. There it stood. His beloved bow and a quiver full of arrows. Fuck it… He stood up, grabbed his bow and the quiver and walked out of his office.

The last arrow hit the bullseye and Clint collapsed on his knee, breathing heavily. It was a fifth session and he was already drenched in sweat. He would never see it coming, but at his 36 years of age, he was starting to get old. Not that old, but slightly older, than he would like to admit. Also, he had less time to train, so his jumping and rolling and his used to be perfect somersaults, as they became less perfect, became pretty painful matters. He sighed and got back on his feet. After he put all his arrows back to the quiver, he headed for the showers.

As he opened the door to the showers, he heard squeals coming from the back room, where the shower booths were. At first Clint thought, he just came at the wrong time and that he came in on a couple enjoying a steamy shower, but then he realised, it wasn't just one girl, but at least three. There were three girls in the men's shower. Clint backed out of the room to check, if he didn't take the wrong turn and by accident wasn't in the ladies' showers. He wasn't. Clint sighed again. He was about to walk away, when the three girls ran out in to the locker room, laughing and… Completely naked. No underwear, no towels, nothing. He stared at the girls, unable to tear his eyes away, when finally, …

"Oh! Mr. Barton!" One of the girls, who Clint saw only a few times, exclaimed. Clint immediately looked away from their naked bodies and met their eyes. He felt blood rush in to his face. Then he felt it rush also somewhere else and he gulped. The girls giggled. He looked at them more carefully. They were seniors, all of them involved in sport, so they were built quite-. Stop it, you asshole, they are students for fucks sake.

"Did you want to shower, Mr. Barton?" Asked the other girl. He recognised this one, by name even. She was the star athlete of their school, sprinter.

"Well, I was going to, Ms. O'Neil, but I think I might have come at the wrong time." Clint said, looking away and closing the door.

"But there's nothing stopping you, Mr. Barton. We are finishing anyway." Said the third girl. He remembered that one, too. She was also a sprinter, also very good.

"Good, Ms. Raymond, I like my privacy." He called through the small gap.

"Then you can come inside, we are done here." Said the first girl, a cheerleader Clint now remembered, cheerfully (how convenient…) as she opened the door. The girls walked out, now wrapped only in their towels. Their hair smelled of perfumed shampoos as they walked by him. They all carried their shower creams and shampoos in their hands, so he wasn't surprised, when one of them dropped it on the ground. He instinctively looked her way, only to catch her bending over and seeing more than he could ever imagine. Her naked ass and her pu-. Fuck, Barton, keep it together dammit! He cursed and quickly stepped back in the room. He felt his cock getting harder.

"No, no, no…" He mumbled and took a deep breath. Clint closed his eyes. Nope, bad idea… He still saw the curves, the strong thighs, nicely worked out abs, breasts of the right size… Yeah, Clint definitely couldn't unsee and forget what he just saw. He shook his head and quickly undressed. The cold water was a relief, but not for very long, because no matter how hard he tried, his cock was alerted. You horny son of bitch… Clint leaned his head against the cold tiles of the booth. Not having sex for almost a year had to show some day. His hand slowly slid down to his crotch. The naked girls still dancing in the back of his mind, the one who bended over… He started to imagine his hand running down her back and between her legs.

"Um… Mr. Barton, are you okay?" Shit. Clint froze. Then he looked over his shoulder. It was O'Neil… Ginny O'Neil.

"Yeah… Yeah, I'm fine. What are you still doing here?!" He went out at her. She made a step back, apparently shocked by his harsh tone. "Sorry…" Clint mumbled.

"It's… okay. I just forgot my phone here."

"Your phone, in here? What the hell were you doing here with your… You know what? Never mind, I don't think I wanna know." Clint said, closing his eyes, while scratching the back of his head.

"I think you would like, what you'd see, if I showed you." The shock from earlier was gone, forgotten, never existing. She had a seductive tint in her tone. He looked at her. She was still in her towel. She was the one, who bent over. No… No. Shit. Fuck dammit. "Although it seems you don't need to see it after all." She mumbled, now lust dripping from her every word.

"What-." Then he realised, he wasn't facing the wall anymore, and his now fully erected cock was on display to the whole world. "Oh." He just let out. "This is awkward." But for Ginny there was nothing awkward happening.

"You know… I can help you with that." And before Clint could say or do anything, Ginny unwrapped her towel and stepped under the shower with Clint.

"Ms. O'Neil… Ginny… This is… You're my student."

"No, I'm not. You don't have any of my classes." She said making another step closer to Clint, her breasts touching Clint's chest lightly. Clint tried to make another step back, but his back hit the wall. He gulped again. This wasn't right. Yet part of him wanted it so bad. Then he felt her hands on his shoulders, her touch sending tiny electric shocks through his whole body. He looked down at her. Her eyes were dark, determined. Her hands slid down his chest, grazing his nipples. Then across his abs. She was slowly descending with the touch, when she finally got on her knees. Her hands gripped Clint's ass and pulled him closer to her face. "It's okay, Mr. Barton." She mumbled huskily and then took him in her mouth. Clint bit his lip. She started slow, licking and sucking here and there. One of her hands stayed at his ass, squeezing it ever so slightly, the other was playing with his balls or handled what she couldn't handle with her mouth. The she started to go faster. Clint instinctively buried his hand in her bronze red hair. His hips started to move to the rhythm, too. Her mouth did wonders, and she wasn't gagging that much. Clint moaned. As he did again and again, he felt her lips quirk in to a smile. Soon, he was getting there. His breath hitched in his throat and, as he started to stream in to her mouth, he mumbled out.

"Oh, fuck..." She swallowed obediently. He let out one last moan and Ginny pulled up slowly. She licked her lips and looked at him innocently.

"I hope you liked that, Mr. Barton. It seemed like you needed it." Clint smirked.

"Oh, I liked it, but aren't you a bit cocky for a girl?" Ginny raised her brow.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She said and started to back out of the booth. Clint grabbed her hand and pulled her back inside.

"Not so fast, princess." Ginny smirked.

"Whatever you-." She didn't finish as Clint pushed her against the wall, her back facing him. He stepped closer, his hands cupping her breasts.

"Did you drop your things on purpose?" He grumbled into her ear. Ginny chuckled.

"Maybe?" She bit her lip.

"That's what I thought." His hands went down her sides, then up her back and then back down her spine. "You're so sexy…" Clint mumbled. Ginny spread her legs slightly.

"I kno-." She gasped as Clint's hand dived between her legs, the other caressing her ass. He slid inside of her with his middle finger, soon followed by his index finger. Ginny took a sharp breath and bit her lip. Soon Clint found the right spot that made her shiver all over. Then he bit lightly into her shoulder.

"Now, I'm gonna eat your ass, princess." He whispered huskily into her ear. She moaned quietly in response and Clint kneeled down. At first, he kissed her left side. Then the right, biting it teasingly, earning a pleasurable giggle from Ginny, which immediately turned into gasp, as Clint dived right in.

"Oh, god… shit…" Ginny let out between gasps and quiet moans. Her whole body started to shake, as Clint did his best with his tongue and fingers. He switched his fingers, so now he had access to her clit. He started rubbing it, making Ginny shake beneath him. She was finally there, her knees almost buckling. Clint held her up and moved his mouth to her pussy, licking her dry. With one last swipe of his tongue, Ginny breathed out. Clint got up and she turned to him. She had a big smile on her face, her eyes almost closed. Clint pressed the button to make the water run again. The drops fell on their heads and bodies. Ginny chuckled. "Well… This is not how I imagined my Thursday night." She opened her eyes and looked at Clint. Her eyes were now clear and bright, brownish-green. They stood there like this for a moment, just looking at each other, smiling, the water falling on them. "I should go." She whispered after a while. She put her hands on his chest again and leaned closer. Clint hesitated for a second, but then he closed the gap, kissing her. She returned the kiss, biting his lower lip lightly.

"You little tease." Clint chuckled.

"You know it, Mr. Barton." She pulled away and winked. Then she stepped out of the booth, picked up her phone and the towel. She slowly wrapped the towel around her body, making sure, that Clint watched her move her hips a little bit. "Good night, Mr. Barton." She smiled again and walked away. Clint watched the corner where she disappeared for a while longer after she was gone and the he ran a hand through his wet hair. Dammit, Barton… What have you gotten yourself in to…?

Clint finished his shower, got dressed and then went back to his office. He sat down in front of the pile of tests. It was almost six when he left for the shooting range. Now it was past nine and he still wasn't ready to read through those papers. They need the results tomorrow… You can do it, Barton… He sighed. With the events that occurred in the showers still freshly running through his mind he dived in those damned papers.