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David Rose sat up at the top of the bleachers, his Elgee High School hooded sweatshirt keeping him warm as a breeze from the Atchafalaya Basin was at his back. He’d painted his face with the school colors, green and white and cheered with the Elgee students and faculty as the Eagles soundly trounced the SM Hufstedler Hawks, winning their Homecoming game.
He stayed seated as the majority of the students flooded onto the field to hug or high five the Elgee football players. He watched as a few of the cheerleaders claimed their man, their boyfriends. He watched as a few of the other cheerleaders circulated, hugging and kissing their victorious football team members.
“Hey! Nuh uh, come on you assholes!” Chuck Neusbaum cried out as three football players picked the hapless team equipment manager off of his feet.
“Ack! Come on, no, no, come on, assholes!” the boy protested as he was unceremoniously dunked into the Gatorade cooler, head first.
“Fuck you! I quit, God damned assholes,” Chuck sobbed, now dripping wet with lemonlime Gatorade.
“Pretty uncool, guys,” David muttered, slowly standing and making his way down to the lower level of the aluminum bleachers.
As he traversed the cumbersome steps of the structure, David saw Priscilla Whitman vigorously kissing one of the football players. David shook his head; Priscilla was a cheerleader and was one of the most stuckup, haughty, entitled bitches he’d ever had the displeasure of teaching.
“Hey y’all, listen y’all, I’m only going be able dance another two, three weeks? You know, ’til my baby bump starts showing? Then I guess I’m just going have turn tricks full time ’cause I don’t know who the baby daddy is,” David muttered under his breath, overemphasizing a backwoods trailer trash accent.
“Keep on keeping on, slut,” David thought as Priscilla gave someone on the stands a triumphant sneer. “A few years from now? When you’re so stretched out from your numerous pregnancies?”
“Of course, little tramps like that are usually the last ones to know that their prime is long past…” David mumbled, reaching the ground.
“Hey, Mr. Rose,” Bobby Gerrard, the football player called out, pulling away from Priscilla’s embrace.
“Good game, Robert,” David smiled, nodding toward the young man. “Ninety four yards with one receiving and one rushing touchdown? Your stats are looking good, looking very good indeed.”
“Thank you, sir,” the young man beamed, even as Priscilla tried to drag him away.
Turning his head to the left now, David understood Priscilla’s triumphant sneer. Sitting on the bottom seat of the bleachers, looking absolutely devastated was Jailene Boudreaux. Up until the final moments of tonight’s game, Jailene Boudreaux had been Bobby Gerrard’s girlfriend.
David shook his head at the foolishness of youth. At nineteen years of age, Priscilla Whitman already had very harsh features made all the more unappealing by far too much makeup. Even though her blonde hair was natural, she had it cut into a spiky style that made it look artificial, bleached. Her blue eyes were hard, unfriendly eyes and her mouth was usually set in a sneer.
True, Priscilla did possess some firm, round breasts that defied gravity. David was sure, though, in a few years, those proud globes would hang down past Priscilla’s belly. Right now, her belly was sleek, muscled, leading into sleek hips and taut buttocks, but David was sure the belly and buttocks would expand considerably in time.
Thanks to her Cajun heritage, Jailene Boudreaux was short; David guesstimated the eighteen year old student was four feet eight inches. She had a pleasantly chubby body, also thanks to her heritage, with cute little breasts and a nicely rounded backside on top of stubby little legs.
As was prevalent in the Cajun custom, Jailene’s thick brown hair was long, reaching down to the ground. Right now, her hair was done into two ponytails, one on either side of her head. The two thick hanks of brown hair were tied in green and white ribbons. Her blouse was a snug white top and her skirt was green and white plaid. Being a kneelength skirt, in her seated position, David was able to see much of Jailene’s bare thighs.
He smiled, thinking of his buddy Chad Rose, no relation. Chad would have ‘accidentally’ dropped his pen or a coin, or any available object so that he could drop to the ground and steal a glimpse up Jailene’s skirt.
“Man! If we’d had cell phones back then, Chad would have had a ton of cell phone pictures of those sweet little girls and their charms,” David thought.
David sat down next to Jailene. Silently, he fished his handkerchief from his rear pocket and held it out for the sobbing girl. After a moment, Jailene reached out and accepted the soft linen scrap.
“I, I, all ’cause I wouldn’t let her copy off my homework,” Jailene wailed.
“Hmm,” David nodded in understanding.
Priscilla was maintaining a barely passing grade in most of her classes. David would not put it past Mr. Patel, the Science teacher to trade blow jobs for a passing grade in his class, but in the other classes Patricia would have to put forth some effort. Or cheat. David himself had more than one young lady declare she would do ‘ANYTHING’ to get a passing grade in his Algebra class, or his Geometry class. ‘Anything’ except actually study, actually turn in their homework in a timely manner, actually pay attention in his class, actually put forth any effort.
“And we, we, we was supposed go to Skip’s,” Jailene sniffled.
Skip’s was a hamburger joint near the campus of Elgee High School. David deduced that this one fact, location, was the only thing keeping the greasy spoon in operation. The food was substandard and the service uninspired. But, being two blocks away from a few hundred teenagers with voracious appetites and unrefined palates guaranteed the establishment a steady flow of customers.
“You must be very hungry if you’re upset about not eating there,” David tried to be humorous.
“It, it’s not that,” Jailene sniffled, fresh tears coming to her eyes. “It’s, I mean, you know, Bobby and me, we’re…”
“It was about being seen. With your man,” David softly suggested.
Jailene seemed surprised that Mr. Rose understood. David smiled a sympathetic smile; he himself had been a teenager once. Of course, most of the students seemed to forget that simple fact about their teachers. Teachers were human; teachers had once struggled through the same angst and turmoil and insecurities that their students now struggled with.
“And yeah, I am pretty hungry,” Jailene confessed. “Mrs. Guidry was making her supper toast.”
“Sup…what is supper toast?” David asked.
“Know how you make French toast? Supper toast is the same thing but instead of sugar and vanilla and cinnamon you use garlic and salt and pepper and it ain’t even that cayenne pepper. And instead of syrup you use ketchup and grated up cheese,” Jailene explained.
“Yeah, well, my momma, we had spaghetti sandwiches a lot,” David said. “Of course, around the first of the month? There would be meat with it.”
“What’s a spaghetti sandwich?” Jailene asked, shifting to look up at David.
“Just what it sounds like. Spaghetti pasta and marinara sauce between two slices of day old Evangeline Maid white bread,” David smiled tightly, looking at Jailene’s plump thighs and the crotch of her faded white cotton panties.
“That, that sounds horrible,” Jailene shuddered.
“Oh. And on Fridays? Frozen fish sticks on white bread,” David continued, still enjoying the sight of Jailene’s smooth thighs and slight camel toe.
“Mr. Rose, I, you got a cell phone?” Jailene asked after looking around and seeing there were very few people still in the stands and on the field.
“Sure,” David said, digging his cell phone out of his pocket. “Why? Who do you plan to call?”
“I guess Mr. Guidry; see if he can come get me,” Jailene said, fishing in her small purse for Mr. Guidry’s phone number.
“Jailene, I can give you a ride; you can’t live that far away,” David said, standing.
“Oh! You sure?” Jailene said hopefully.
Arriving at his 2014 Dodge Ram 3500 MegaCab pickup truck, David unlocked the passenger door. He enjoyed helping the diminutive eighteen year old girl into the large truck; for the briefest of moments he was able to cup her chubby buttocks. She smiled an embarrassed smile when she noticed that her feet did not reach the floorboard as she buckled her seatbelt.
“Why you got such a big truck?” Jailene asked as David started the diesel engine.
“Believe me, I would never have bought this truck for myself,” David said. “But my sister’s life partner Megan bought it from a police auction, five, six years ago? Said it was this God awful antique gold color and was pretty beat up. Anyway, she tore it down, painted it Black Cherry metal flake, got it running, put some twenty inch wheels on it then found out she had stage IV Ovarian cancer.”
“That’s awful,” Jailene said.
“Mm hmm. And, since I was the only one in the family that didn’t judge Barbara or Megan for their lifestyle? Megan left it to me,” David said. “So, where am I taking you?”
Jailene gave him the address of the Guidry Foster home. David punched it into his GPS system and the blue tooth connection immediately began giving him instructions. David put the large vehicle into drive and pulled out of the high school’s parking lot.
Turning onto the street of the Guidry home, David could see a group of Latino boys milling around. A little further down, he could see a second group of Latino and white boys clumped together. This second group had black bandannas tied around their right biceps, signifying that they were members of the Black Widows gang.
“This does not look good,” David growled low in his throat, seeing that the two gangs were already starting with the sabre rattling and chest beating postures.
“Huh,” Jailene agreed, looking around at the scene.
“Looks like no one’s home,” David said, pulling into the driveway of the Guidry home.
“Shit! That, that’s right; they was going to Vermillion,” Jailene said, looking at the dark house. “Sandy and Tammy was on their supervised visitation and…”
“Do you have a key?” David asked, looking in his rearview mirror at the two gangs as they started to approach one another.
“No. No sir; I just, I only been here a couple of weeks,” Jailene admitted.
“Well, I certainly can’t leave you here,” David declared, throwing the truck into reverse.
Two of the members of the Black Widows refused to move so David nudged them, hard with his rear bumper and sped away, ignoring their screamed insults and threats.
“Maybe next time you should move, bitch,” David barked as he screeched around the corner.
“I, Mr. Rose, where you taking me?” Jailene asked, a quiver in her voice.
“My house. I certainly couldn’t, Jailene, that, that situation was far too dangerous,” David said as he rapidly took the next left turn at a high rate of speed.
She was silent as he drove through the streets of Elgee. Finally, he slowed and turned onto a driveway. He pulled into a garage then waited until the door had fully gone down before killing the powerful engine.
Helping Jailene out of the truck’s high seat, David was rewarded with the sight of Jailene’s white panties. As she slid out of the truck, her skirt rose up to her waist, showing David that her panties were a faded white in color, were the bikini brief style, and had an adorable little pink bow in the front. With a little squeal, Jailene hurriedly pulled the hem of her skirt down.
Ushering the girl into his home through the interior garage door, David placed her on the leather couch while he went into his kitchen.
“Don’t worry,” David said easily. “This isn’t spaghetti sandwiches or, what did you call it? Supper toast?”
“Mr. Rose, you, you don’t got feed me, hear?” Jailene protested.
“Jailene, hush,” David said, a little more forcefully than he had intended. “I’m hungry. I had a light snack before going to the game and I’m starved. And I can’t very well eat while you just sit there.”
As he set the steak to sear, David rapidly assembled the rest of the meal. Thinking about it, David got Mr. Guidry’s phone number from Jailene and sent a message to Mr. Guidry’s cell, letting the foster parents know where Jailene was.
While the steak sat on the platter to rest, David went and scrubbed his face clean of the green and white coloring. Exiting the bathroom, David slipped the Elgee High School hoody off and hung it in his hall closet. This left him in his short sleeved pullover and dress slacks. Returning to the kitchen, David rapidly sliced the steak and assembled three fajitas onto each plate. Then he placed both plates onto the table.
“And, what would you like to drink? I’ve got orange juice, tomato juice, cow juice…” David offered.
“Cow juice,” Jailene giggled, approaching the table.
“Iced tea; it’s unsweetened, hmm, sparkling water,” David continued with his list.
“Water’s fine,” Jailene agreed.
David placed the bottle in front of one plate, indicating which one was hers. He got a glass of the iced tea for himself.
“OhmyGod this is good,” Jailene enthused, chewing her first bite two or three times then swallowing.
“Are you sure? I don’t think there was any way you could have possibly tasted that,” David teased.
As they ate, Jailene chattered about her romance with Bobby and her difficulties with Priscilla and a few of the members of Elgee High School’s popular clique. David offered no opinion; he intensely disliked the members of the popular clique and their many drones. He also had a low opinion of Bobby and the other athletes. He wanted to assure the cute, pudgy girl that most of the members of the clique had already peaked, had already hit the pinnacle of their existence and would soon discover that the education they’d ignored in high school would have poorly prepared them for the real world. Statistically speaking, the State of Louisiana, along with some Federal stipends would support the majority of the clique’s members in their adult years. Some would be on welfare, others would be guests of the penal system.
But David knew, those that were on the outs with one another soon found a common bond that would cement friendships, however fleeting. And, he, David Rose, for having spoken aloud of his disdain for these students would soon find himself facing a review board because of a complaint. So, it was better to allow Jailene to vent while offering no opinions of his own.
“Dessert?” David asked, taking their empty plates.
“I uh, oh, oh no, I couldn’t…” Jailene protested.
David was sure the girl missed few desserts. She was not fat, just a few pounds over what most people thought of as ‘normal’ or preferable for her height. In truth, David found the girl’s physique quite appealing; juicy rear end, thighs that would look adorable looped over his broad shoulders.
“Allergic to nuts?” David asked, pulling out the container of butter pecan ice cream. “I made these cups yesterday.”
“Huh? Nuts, no, no sir, I’m not, but you don’t have to…” Jailene said as David located two of the ‘bowls’ he’d made out of chocolate chip cookie dough.
David made a brown sugar and bourbon glaze; much of the alcohol would burn off. Then, placing a scoop of the butter pecan ice cream into the cookie bowl, David drizzled the steaming hot glaze over the ice cream. He put the two plates onto the table and jammed a big spoon into the center of each melting scoop of ice cream.
“I, this, what this is called?” Jailene asked.
“A mess,” David smiled. “Jailene, its just ice cream. But the bowl? You can eat the bowl.”
Sugar seemed to ramp up Jailene’s need to talk. David heard all about her father abandoning Jailene and Jailene’s mother after walking in and catching Jailene’s mother in bed with her drug dealer.
“Well, I mean, he didn’t really abandon me, us, until the judge gave custody to my mom,” Jailene rambled, now chomping her way through the cookie bowl.
“Hmm,” David agreed.
“I mean, believe that? She’s smoking meth but the judge still says she’d be a better parent,” Jailene complained.
“Sometimes Lady Justice is not only blind but deaf too,” David opined.
“And that’s how I wind up with the Guidry’s,” Jailene concluded as David slowly ate his own dessert.
At eleven forty that evening, the Guidry parents were home. David put his cell phone in his pocket after reading the text from Mr. Guidry’s phone. David grabbed his keys and ushered a very sluggish Jailene into the garage. Again, he was able to cup her luscious buttocks while assisting her into his truck. She was bleary eyed as he started the powerful truck.
“I’m staying at…” Jailene started.
“It’s saved in the GPS,” Jailene,” David smiled.
“Um, that tattoo; where’d you get that?” Jailene asked, looking at the butterfly impaled on a dagger on David’s right bicep.
“Okinawa,” David said.
“Okin…” Jailene mused.
“Japan. I was stationed there. A very skilled woman did the tattoo,” David said.
The carnage of the street gangs had been cleared away by the time David pulled up in front of the Guidry home. The porch light was on and a fairly new sedan was under the carport.
“Thanks Mr. Rose,” Jailene said as David assisted her down from the truck.
Returning home, David went into his bedroom, readied for bed, then pulled up the PhreakAfterDark streaming service. Turning off all the lights, David grabbed the bottle of lotion and pulled up the PAD menu. He went to ‘Barely Legal’ and found his favorite subgenre—Tiny Tits & Smooth Snatches.
He stroked himself to a juicy climax watching sweet, innocent looking girls with small breasts and hairless pussies satisfying themselves, their girlfriends, their boyfriends, and in a few vignettes, older men.
“Hmm, this, this looks new,” David said and selected Anal Angels.
Monday morning, as he lectured his third period class about polynomials, David glanced over at Jailene. She had her head down, scribbling frantically as he spoke. Looking at her, David thought of one of the starlets in his favorite Barely Legal selection. Like Jailene, the brunette actress had a sweet, round face and a sweet, round body. She wore oversized glasses that made her obscene action seem all the more out of character. And, at the end of her vignette, the two men pulled out of her pussy and her ass and creamed her laughing face, thoroughly coating her thick glasses.
“Questions? Questions? No? You all fully and completely grasp this? So, if I were to give a pop quiz I would have nothing but straight A’s, right?” David called out, tearing his eyes from Jailene’s sweet and innocent face.
“Okay, okay, um, so, everything on top? We would do all that, THEN we’d do the stuff on the bottom?” Mark Dawson asked, glasses magnifying his golden brown eyes almost comically.
On Friday, a few students milled around, wanting to discuss the test they’d received back. David noticed that Jailene hung around the periphery of the throng, even though her test had been perfect.
“Mr. Rose, you going to the game tonight?” Jailene asked just as the first bell for fourth period sounded.
“Hmm? No, no. I went last week because it was our homecoming,” David smiled, already writing her a ‘Tardy Excuse’ slip for her fourth period class.
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