Behind the Door, Part 8 – An Erotic Story

The next morning, Jenna turned off her car in the school parking lot and sat quietly for a moment with her eyes closed. There was a weight on her chest—a decision needed to be made.

Deep inside her handbag was a pure white envelope. She worked until the early hours of the morning drafting her resignation letter. Question her choice of words, tone, directness of her message, and even whether it should be written down.

Still, she wasn’t sure whether to give it to Principal Simon. The school provided her with many professional positives and opportunities. Not to mention, the principal—her boss—supports her every move at school and any issues that may arise. She felt safe.

On the other hand, quitting your job is also a viable option. This back and forth could lead to major problems that could ruin her career and her entire life. It would be safer for her to finish her job and go home, rather than finish her job and go home.

But just bringing the letter into the building might give her an idea of ​​what to do – or so she hoped. She might want to burn it, or it might bless her to quit.

She walked into a silent school. No one spoke. Teachers are trying to prepare for the day, whether it’s drinking black coffee after a bad night or preparing lessons for a good day.

Jenna was surprised when she saw Jermaine walking down the kindergarten hallway.

“Good morning, Miss Kennedy,” he said.

“Hi, Jermaine.” She didn’t want to say more. But suddenly, everything revolved around her. Sex, resignation, secrets.

She rushed to her classroom. Loud talking came from her room. Jenna stole a glance.

Children gathered around heavy stuffing tools. Arnold strutted around with an oversized wrench slung over his shoulder.

Carter pursed his lips and pretended a long screwdriver was actually a drill.

Cindy asked the two boys to put down their tools.

“They’re not yours,” she scolded, motherly.

“Stop, children,” Elizabeth added.

Miss Kennedy walked through the door.

“Carter. Arnold.”

The boys’ faces were contorted with fear, and they dropped the wrenches and screwdrivers where they came from. They rush toward the bookshelves and away from the evidence.

“You know these are not toys,” Miss Kennedy said.

“I told them, Miss Kennedy. They didn’t listen,” Cindy said.

Before Miss Kennedy could say anything else, Carter turned on “Grey Goose.”

Jenna tensed. Her mind suddenly went back to Rachel at the bar last night. “Grey Goose” is the message teachers want to be fucked with.

Jenna rubbed her thighs with her clammy palms. Jermaine was in the room and no doubt read the book. She is trapped in a strange place. He will come back for lunch. He had arranged a reason to be here. It’s going to be a back and forth lunch.

She started her daily schedule as best she could. Students practice drawing letters and basic math. As usual, the class monkey alarm went off at 11:07 and went crazy.

“Clean up, clean up! It’s time to clean up!” the kindergarten children sang as always.

As he spoke, Carter walked over to Miss Kennedy.

“Is the plumber back?”

“What do you mean?” asked Miss Kennedy, thinking both his obvious question and her hidden hope.

“He left his tools behind. That’s what he must have been,” Carter said.

“He might come back. I hope so.”

Carter clasped his hands. “Can I watch him while he works?”

Jenna slapped her chest and giggled. The boy’s innocent remarks gave Jenna dirty thoughts.

“Big tools are cool.”

“Yes, yes, they are.”

Miss Kennedy ruffled Carter’s hair. “How about you watch him while he fixes the air conditioner?”

He gave her a thumbs up. He seemed to jump away with joy.

“Okay, kids, get in line. You—we’re having lunch,” she announced.

The class filed down the hall and into the lunch room. Jenna hauled it high into her room.

Jermaine is already there.

Her heart was beating faster and excitement washed over her body.

“Hello.” This was all she could say when she saw him for the first time.

He lowered the heavy wrench.

“Need some work done?” he asked, smiling menacingly.

She closed the door.

“Your tools caught my student’s attention. Wrenches, screwdrivers.”

She walked over to him. The gait is long and smooth. “But you, you got me hooked on another—”

Jermaine grabbed her upper arm before she could finish.

“Oh, oh! Wait, Jem—”

He dragged her ruthlessly into the bathroom and closed the door.

She unbuckled her thin belt and grabbed the buttons on her pants. He pulled her shirt off the waistband and pulled it up high enough to reveal her bra.

Her pants fell to the linoleum floor. The metal belt buckle clanked against the porcelain bowl.

Jermaine let go of her small bra. Instead, he pulled her white panties down to her knees.

As she shuffled out of her underwear and slacks, he ran his large fingers through her thick golden bush, as before. As he did so, his hand suffocated her pussy, giving her a strange pleasure.

“Jermaine, come on,” she hissed. “Let’s go!”

She felt his heavy cock spank her ass. He won’t wait.

She spread her legs and bent over, her panties around her left ankle. She pressed her hands against the cold wall to balance out the hard fuck she was about to receive.

She received a hard slap on the ass, followed by another. It was the same lingering sting she got when she misbehaved as a child. Jermaine has big hands like her father. Although the pain lingered, it felt so good that it put her in a submissive position.

She locked her jaw as Jermaine’s cock penetrated her tight asshole. More pain, matching the sting in her ass.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy,” she whispered. She tried to relax her ass.

Jermaine forces his way in. No regrets. Jenna screamed, followed by a wild howl.

She allowed herself to be too loud. She covered her mouth, an instinctive reaction.

She lost her balance from his rough thrusts. Her head hit the wall and so did her shoulder.

Jermaine didn’t pause or let up on his blitzes.

Jenna readjusted her position, sliding her left leg forward. This movement created a new wave of joy. She pressed her forearm against the wall and rubbed her clit. Her body sucked in oxygen rapidly until she stopped holding her breath. This sent her straight into ecstasy. It was like molten gold flowing from the top of her head to her feet.

In some distant feeling, her ass relaxed. Jermaine has quit.

His thick cream ran out of her ass.

“Oh my god, Jermaine, oh my god.” She rested her head on her forearm, which was still pressed against the wall. “That’s…”

“Some good stuff.”

She felt his hand slap her ass hard again.

“That’s a crazy guy.”

She heard the sound of his zipper closing. The door is closed. She was left to clean up quickly.

The kids started coming back. It was earlier than usual, or she had lost track of time.

She came out of the bathroom like a beautiful teacher.

“Miss Kennedy, why did you take off your shoes?” Cindy asked, holding up her black high heels.

“Oh, no reason. My feet just hurt.” She took them away. “Women wear the most uncomfortable shoes.”

“My stepmother was always complaining about her shoes and feet,” Arnold said. “I told her not to wear shoes but she said she had to. She works nights.”

“You have bruises on your arms. Are you okay?” Cindy asked.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” Miss Kennedy replied with a smile. She sent the children to afternoon activities to avoid any further interrogation.

After the school bell rang, waist-high children carrying schoolbags poured into the corridor, talking and laughing to end the day of study.

Miss Kennedy saw a tall man striding amiably among the children rushing out of the school.

“Miss Kennedy,” Principal Simon called, “we need to have a discussion.”

Her mood lightened throughout the day as her students were kind enough to ask for hugs – especially the intuitive Cindy. However, with a whoosh, the happiness disappeared. She has to face her boss.

She remembers having the resignation letter she drafted on her desk. She must face this situation. This meeting will determine her future.

“Please take a seat,” Principal Simon said, closing the office door.

Jenna sat on the edge of the couch.

“You no doubt remember that argument you and Mrs. Hampton had. FYI, this will be Mrs. Hampton’s last year here.”

“World Health Assembly-“

“She handed in her resignation letter this morning. I accepted it and wish her the best. I will give her a positive reference should she seek a job in the future.”

Jenna leaned back on the couch. A weight fell off her shoulders.

“Seriously?”

“Definitely.” The man stood up. “I thought it would be good for you to know this. So, the matter for me to ‘investigate’ is closed. No further action is required.”

“Well, that’s such a relief.” She wiped her forehead dramatically.

“This is what I need to share.”

“Well, I thank you.”

“I told Mrs. Hampton, I’m telling you. Don’t talk to each other. When you see each other, turn the other way. That’s best.”

“Of course.” Jenna breathed slowly.

“By the way, my wife Laura Beth and I have sorted out Rachel and her little problem. Everything is going great. Also avoiding her as much as possible.”

Jenna nodded.

Principal Simon stood up.

“I’ll let you go and finish the day.”

Jenna stood up and thanked him.

She walked to her desk, opened the drawer, and took out her resignation letter. She took a deep breath and tore it into pieces.

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