Lisa Zimmerman had been working at the school for a while. She had been in and out of all kinds of authority positions. Some good, some bad, but all of them made her feel like she was doing something for the world. The elite Catholic school she worked at took care of her. She'd sent her children through it and they'd all turned out fine. She saw so many children through the years though their faces would blend and blur. If any of the past would greet her, she couldn't be certain she knew their names but she would grin and say hello as if she remembered.
Her years here had been quite uneventful. Aside from the tongue lashing she'd give to her students who were out of line. She got some sick thrill from it all. "Your skirt is too short.", "Your hair is too long!", "Your prom dress is too low cut!" and everything from here to there. She enjoyed the terror her students felt, the way their eyes darted nervously and the scrambled for an explanation. But she would never be swayed. It was her job after all and if she was going to settle for a shitty teacher salary she would make the fucking most of it.
There had been rumors flirting the teachers lounge recently that the current principal had been compromised. He'd been caught with another man, a priest no less. They'd been in the teachers bathroom one summer afternoon, pants around their ankles when the art teacher had walked in. She was horrified, the poor thing. A woman was a small, thin, and very very Catholic. Lisa hadn't thought she'd last a day with the scandal, considering the man was married with a wife committing acts of sodomy right across from the holiest place on the small campus. The art teacher really tried to only tell her husband and the president of the school but everyone knows men can never keep a proper secret. Soon Lisa had heard it just as everyone else had, over cups of room temperature coffee whispered behind perfectly manicured fingernails. However, when the president had announced the arrival of a new principal, a blunt military man from another high school in the area, Lisa had thought nothing of it. Of course things would have to be different with this new man but she never expected how different it would be.
Lisa heard a knock at the door as she had her nose engrossed in her laptop screen, finalizing her school year lesson plan. She looked up to find a broad shouldered muscular man with a sever haircut but warm expression. She nodded her head for him to enter and he did just that. "Hello Mrs Zimmerman. I am Edmund Spurts" he said timidly expecting some sort of return of treating but Lisa just smiled in response, unsure what to say. He continued quickly, not allowing the silence to linger, "The new principal ma'am." Lisa smiled wider at his nervousness. God, he was kind of charming as if his body was too big for his personality. "Oh, welcome. You can just call me Lisa." She laughed an airy light laugh that sent his cheeks burning. Interesting. "Well it's good to meet you Lisa you can call me Ed. I just had a couple of important questions I wanted to ask you before the school year starts." Lisa gestured from him to sit across from her but surprisingly he took the seat from across the way and moved it to be right beside her.
"I heard about the tragedy of the past principal and wanted to make right into that front. I don't want this school to have to go through that again, ever. I haven't been here long but I care I really do." He paused realizing he had been gesturing emphatically and rested his hands in his lap. "What can I do to make this environment more... appealing?" He grinned. A stupid inappropriate grin, that Lisa felt a stupid inappropriate reaction to. "Oh well as long as your will do better than that... man we will be fine." She didn't necessarily see the wrong in the man, men have urges understood but it nearly killed the art teacher as she tried to keep the secret to no avail. And no one should have to deal with that burden. He smiled at her in a way she was not certain how to perceive. But she perceived whether she liked it or not.
His smile quickly faded when his eyes caught a photograph on her desk. It was her and her family; husband, daughter, and son, her in the middle as the beach wind blew through their hair. A perfect family at the beach last summer. Until her husband had threatened a divorce because he had seen her on the beach in a bikini on her daily run. She hadn't thought anything of it at the time or the men who stared greedily at her. She couldn't imagine what he would've done if he'd seen her charming a young guy who'd called her a nickname she didn't quite catch but knew it was a compliment. She knew she was beautiful but sometimes she felt like she'd settled down quickly and been unable to look back. And as she aged staying in the sights and minds of men she passed, her husband had fallen behind. He was a reminder to her that falling in love young is not always the whirlwind people think. Married by 19 and pregnant a year later. Her family was ecstatic when she told them, she promptly felt that her life would be altered forever. Sure, she loved her children but god do children make men entitled. "My family." She laughed trying to clear her mind of the thoughts running awry. But before she could stop herself she blurted, "I'm divorced. This past summer. So I haven't had a chance to... you know" She waved towards the picture as if she were telling a true sad story. What a lie? Why would she say that? The rest of the faculty knew she wasn't divorced, what if he mentioned it to them. God she would be found out so quickly-- "Me too. It's a hard thing to go through." He says looking pitiful. Oh God she knew she made a mistake. "Yes it is." She didn't know. She couldn't speak to the horrors and trouble of divorce. She was a married woman to this day no matter how unfortunate she thought that was. Ed clears his throat and pats his thighs as an exit. "Well have a good day Lisa." He exits without looking back and Lisa can't help but imagine the possibility of what she could do with this ruse. A divorcee, freshly on the market. She wondered what he thought of that.
The next couple months flew by with no circumstance. But Lisa couldn't help it. She would catch his eye as he passed her in the hallways. When he'd pass her classroom he'd send her a wave which she couldn't possibly return, lest the students imaginations run amuck. God but his shirt was so tight against his muscled chest and his hair so... God she was in trouble. Unholiest of thoughts would run through her mind everyday until she couldn't take it anymore. He winked at her as she made her way to the classroom that morning and she was so struck by it she nearly exploded. She ran to her classroom and took it out on the students. She gave them quizzes and extra detentions and when she had to walk them to Ed's office she used another student to do the work in her stead. When they said the prayer before lunch and the students shuffled out she threw all their quizzes into a drawer and beelined straight to the chapel. Forgetting her coat against the crisp November air. But as her heels clicked against the marble walkway she was greeted with heat and warmth. The inside of the chapel was lit only by the afternoon light glowing through the chapel windows. She tried to calm her breathing as she remembered the wink from the morning. At least she was alone in here because she could barely contain the whimper that escaped her as she pictured the tight white shirt which stretched across his broad shoulders. She wondered if he extended his limbs to their full potential if the buttons on his shirt would burst. God she didn't even have to wonder she would burst his shirt for him. But as she began to let these thoughts consumed her she heard clipped footsteps just outside the chapel entrance door. God what now?
She kept her eyes on her knees hoping she didn't smell of this infidelity that plagued her mind. She couldn't imagine what would happen if Madison, the art teacher, caught another of the faculty in the act of unholy things. But she felt the gaze of the newcomer pinned to the side of her face as they sat in the same pew as her. Why would they sit here when there's a whole chapel. But as she turned to glance up she couldn't help her shock. It was Ed. Just as handsome as ever and she was going to explode. His eyes were boring into her with something new and terrifying. Something he guarded out in the hallways and around others. This was something entirely new. Lisa slid over to where he sat and whispered, "Have you gotten a proper tour of this place?" she asked likely too close than necessary. "Uh, no I have not." He looks at her with something that lights her on fire. "Oh well you have to see the upstairs Ed." She laces her fingers with his, leading him up the stairs. The window at the top is the most beautiful she has to admit but she can't lie her motives to come up here were much... different. "Beautiful." He says as she stares up at the window in agreement but when she glances at him he's still staring at her. Oh.
She turns to face him. The movement full of hope and potential. He mirrors her stepping ever closer. Soon he is towering over her. Their face inches apart. And fuck she is about to lose her absolute shit and she knows she shouldn't but how could she not. She grabs his shirt by the collar and pulls him to her. And her head spins as he slips his tongue between her teeth, his hand running through her hair. She feels a blossoming heat from between her legs and she tries to squeeze her knees together to hold down whatever unearthly creature is trying to overcome her. But before she can get a grip, his hands are on her ass squeezing and she groans into his mouth. Fuck fuck fuck. He pulls away and growls before picking her up roughly and pushing her against the wall. God she's wearing a skirt and she can't feel the heat growing and spreading but she can't do shit to stop it. He wedges himself between her legs and grinds against her. Goddammit how is going to stop this. He thinks she's divorced. But now she barely cares as she's ripping open his shirt running her fingers along the expanse of exposed skin and muscle. She even dips down to lick through the middle of his chest. From the top of his abs to the base of his neck. And as he grinds against her again she can feel it. He is fully hard and practically whimpering but he picks her up and sets her on the church pew, kneeling before her as if she is the god of this church. He pushes her skirt up revealing her panties and and a huge wet spot between them. He pants, tongue hanging from his mouth as he licks the inner sides of her legs making his way up and up and oh my god. He pushes aside the underwear to replace it with his tongue. Moving it along her and sucking before putting it inside her. She grabs his hair pushing him deeper. And god bless the tongue of a newly divorced man because his wife must've taught him a few things. Lisa bites her lip trying to hold back the obscene sounds she wants to make, that'll surely echo through the entire building. She gasps again as he continues to lick at her clit send her legs trembling as she hooks them over his shoulders sending his tongue deeper inside of her. She arches her back letting loose a small moan before she fully falls into the pleasure and god he's good. Her body continues to tense and she continues to arch against the wooden seat, back bone pressing harder into it but god she does not fucking mind. He sucks her clit once more and she cannot hold it any longer as she trembles and screams out, causing her moans to reverberate around her. He looks at her even hungrier than before. His lustful gaze has his hands grab her from her ass again picking her up from the pew and pinning her against the wall. As he unbuttons his pants he kisses her again sliding his tongue in and biting at her lower lip. She cries out impatient as she clenches her legs still tingling from the sensations. Her eyes are shut as their mouths ebb and flow and then she feels him. She feels his dick run up her leg and she whimpers before whispering "God please Ed." He pushes inside of her and groans at the sensation, surely feeling the relief of inside her. He throws his head back at the sensation and he pulls out before slowly entering her again and she resists the bubbling impatience inside her, relishing in the relief of it. Then he goes in and out repeating the motion over and over. Feeling her clench around him inside her. Every single feeling building and building over. Her head pounds against the wall every time he thrusts and she bites her lip whether in pain or pleasure she can't decide and god she can't think of anything else but this. Her husband and beach family don't exist at all. All she can feel is how he hits her insides quickly and firmly, thrumming her g spot with each thrust. "I've wanted to do this since the moment we met" He said horsely. God he must be close. She put a finger over his lips grinning as he pulled out and flinching with a moan as he thrusted in. "Do it." She said as he started going faster trying to get them both over the edge but he was likely far closer. She squeezed her legs together as he screamed out and she felt him fill her. God he was good but before she could say anything more he returned to her with his mouth. She pressed against the wall her knees balanced against his shoulder, his head between her thighs. Fuck. He sent her singing into oblivion as he licked for what felt like hours. And when she had finished they lay on the cool marble of the chapel choir floor until they heard footsteps below.
Lisa peered over the edge before seeing Madison sit in the very front row kneeling and reverent prayer. A violent contrast to the irreverent things they'd just done moments before. They were silent as they redressed themselves, walking down the stairs as quiet as marble can be. But as they walked down together Madison turned a furrowed brow in their direction as they hurried out of the chapel, Lisa rushing to the restroom and Ed exiting the front door. Lisa washed up and as she fixed her hair a giddy smile spread across her face. This would definitely not be the last time, she thought to herself. If he eats her out like that it certainly will not be the last time.