Chương 32: Shop Class: Ms. Brigitte
I don't own overwatch
I knew it was coming. Didn't mean I had to like it… although it did have its perks judging by the large… distractions she was now provided in the class as she lifted a large hunk of wood onto the table with her fit muscular arms, wearing an armless t-shirt and with a sword and shield on it and baggy mechanic's pants Brigitte Lindholm was about to begin her first class. Mr. Torbjörn Lindholm was one of the better shop teachers out there. Normally you can tell how good a shop teacher is by their remaining fingers. And despite the fact that Mr. Lindholm was missing an entire ARM he still had all his fingers on his other hand so… it kinda counted right?
Anyway, shop. Right. So I was in shop with Jeremy and the rest of my class, and unsurprisingly the boys were now heavily distracted by the vision of beauty before us…. What? Just because I sleep with most of the teachers in this school doesn't mean I can't be romantic. Still though, judging from the looks she was giving me I was beginning to think she held a grudge. I don't know why, it wasn't MY fault she decided to give her boss bootleg beer now was it?
Anyway, she wasn't the only one to be pissed. I had years of therapy I was going to have to pay for when I finally snapped so we'll call it even.
My main goal for today's class however was to keep Jeremy on task. We were supposed to make a birdhouse, or if we really wanted to shoot the moon a coo-coo clock, it was hard for him to do that when he was being distracted by the guns on the new assistant Shop teacher. I mean yeah there were nice, but that T-shirt gave nothing to the imagination of her generous size.
As Jeremy stared longingly at her arms as Mr. Lindholm began chuckling and easily carving up the piece of wood I elbowed him hard in the side. "Dude. You're drooling." I noted, and he immediately sat a little straighter.
"I am not!" he mumbled, and absently wiped his lips with his sleeves just to make sure. He wasn't but thought of public shaming was a good way to get him to focus.
"So birdhouse or clock?" I asked as Mr. Lindholm's mechanical arm whirled to life and began doing the work of eight tools.
"Birdhouse…" He mumbled sadly. Personally, I was going to go for a clock, I needed a good grade today. And barely anyone went for clocks nowadays…
Of course, I didn't take into account that Ms. Brigitte's effect on the rest of the boys who were going to try their best and impress her. Didn't really work…
A couple of fires and a rather shameful display of showmanship later essentially every guy but me and Jeremy had earned their Ds spectacularly. But to be fair my clock turned into a slightly cramped birdhouse so that's a thing.
"Nice work kid." Brigitte said suddenly, ruffling Jeremy's hair as she passed, giving me a look that said 'I saw her in a bunny suit'… nothing big but it was a nice thought. "…You too Snow. Not bad." She added rather reluctantly before checking in a few girls."
"…Teacher's pet…" hissed a nearby guy to Jeremy who wilted slightly.
"Really guys?" I said warning, absently picking up a hammer, "While I have tools nearby?" that deterred the bullies only a little, but they knew deep down I couldn't actually hurt them with power tools. Honestly, some assholes need to be assholes.
…Then however they got bold…
"Whoops!" one said obviously, knocking Jeremy's birdhouse to the floor where undried glue came undone and shattered.
I took a deep breath and handed Jeremy my crappy birdhouse for an F to myself… and promptly got detention.
Sweeping up sawdust wasn't the worst of things I could be doing after school, but the smug look on Brigitte's face I could do without as I cleaned up the shop class. Again, I had to do it for the whole freaking day, during recess, lunch, and now…
"I got to admit Snow you have a heck of a right hook…" she said, her sneakered shoes up on her dad's desk as she watched me work, she certainly looked like she was enjoying herself.
"Plenty of practice…" I replied coolly behind my surgical mask to prevent inhaling dust, "You'd think they'd lean after a while."
She nodded slowly, but strangely she was looking at me a little… proudly. "…You protected your friend. I can respect that. Still can't go around giving three little jerks matching sets of black eyes."
"You think I'm bad?" I laughed, "All three of them are on the football team, when the coach finds out what they did I'll be the nicest thing to come at them today…" this was true, the 'rumors' of bulling were met with a rather cheerful coach. Who 'assumed' that their constant need to 'act out' with bullying was the fact that she wasn't working them HARD enough… and would practice their defensive line with her own tackling…
The coach was a champion weightlifter… it wasn't a fun time for them. It was like standing in the way of a bulldozer going Mach 3…
Anyway, I dumped my dustpan into the trash, now utterly stuffed with wood shavings as I looked at her. "So how do you like the new job?" I asked conversationally, starting to sweep up again.
She shrugged, "Well… surprisingly? I like it a lot. They pay me more here, I get to work with papa and uncle Reinhardt. And despite my 'introduction'…" she added with a look and I knew what she was talking about. "It's kind of fun. I would rather be the actual shop teacher than an assistant, but you work with what you get."
"You could always go back to bootleg beer." I noted absently, and she glared.
"Hey. I wasn't trying to start a darn brand or anything it was just an experiment!" she noted, "I wouldn't have sold it to the boss in the first place if my hand didn't slip!"
"I wouldn't try selling that stuff anyway… tastes like engine oil run-off and kicks like a jackass…" I mumbled. "Not to mention shame and regret but that's probably just the after effects."
She blew a strand of her hair out of her eyes and sighed as she watched me, "…Can't you hurry it up?"
"I'm going as fast as I can Ms. Lindholm." I said absently, "So unless you want to help me, I'll keep my own pace thanks."
She sighed and watched me for a few more moments before reaching into the desk and getting another mask, before making her way to the nearest supply closet and finding another broom. "Isn't this supposed to be Mr. McCree's job anyway?" she asked, helping me sweep.
"…Actually I'm not sure… I hardly ever see him do anything actually." I replied thoughtfully as I began watching her arm muscles tighten and flex as she swept… yeah, actually really distracting. But even with distraction, with her help, I finished much faster. Trying up the trash bag, I hauled it out of the can and sighed as I lugged it over my shoulder.
"Okay… I'll go toss this. Then I think I'll go take a shower in the locker room before I go home, I smell like a cheap air freshener."
She brushed a little sweat from her brown, her skin glistening. "Now that's not a bad idea." She gave me a faint smile and we left the room, I headed for the dumpsters and tossed the bag inside before heading towards the boy's locker rooms.
I headed towards the showers and opened the door just a crack…
"Harder Zaika! Harder!" I heard a familiar moan and I sighed sadly, peeking through… Yep. There they were without a care in the world. The coach was on all fours, well sort of, she was on her knees but her hands were pressed against the shower stall wall as hot steaming water cascaded down her muscular body. They didn't even bother to latch the stall door.
Jeremy clutched at her hips as he railed into her from behind, her wide muscular ass cushioning the blows of his hips against her flesh as he moved in and out of her tight pussy. His hand rose and fell rhythmically on her ass as he grunted closer to his release. "I'm going… to cum inside you!" he declared firmly, trying to sound tough like he always did when I caught him plowing the coach from behind.
"Yes! My little Zaika cum deep inside me…" she cooed, watching him over her broad shoulders as she pushed back against his thrusts, trying to get him deeper. "Claim my body with your seed." She quivered, just a little, as she came. Jeremy thrust deep inside her, collapsing onto her back as his hips kept moving and his balls pulsed his release deep into Coach's pussy as she moaned, feeling him flood her pussy with seed.
"I… want to look at you now." He said, slowly beginning to thrust, but pulled out as he turned her over, stroking himself as she lied on her back and spread her legs and soaked pussy, she rubbed her wet folds as it leaked his seed onto the floor.
"My little Zaika…" she purred, rigorously rubbing her pussy lips as he aimed his rapidly hardening cock back towards it. "That's it…" she gasped as he grabbed her breasts, slamming deep into her as he moved on top of her, her legs bouncing as he buried himself balls deep inside her with each thrust…
"Holy shit they're really going at it." I immediately shut the door, as softly as I could with the shock. And there stood Brigitte, looking both impressed and a little shocked. "The coach and the little guy? I never would have guessed."
"Shhh!!" I hissed, "What are you doing in here?!"
"Girl's shower is being cleaned." She said absently, gently opening the door again and shaking her head surprised before shutting it once more. "…And this one looks like it's going to need a scrub down later too…"
"Nah it's nothing new they'll be done in a bit…" I said, gathering my things and grabbing her wrist.
"Hey!"
"Come on we can use the pool showers instead." I added dragging her out.
"…So…" she began as we headed towards the pool, "…How long do you think that has been going on?" she grinned slightly.
"About six months give or take." I mumbled absently. "Honestly they're worse than me."
"Wait… you've known about your friend banging the coach?" she hissed as we arrived at the pool. "Wow, you can keep a secret."
She was not wrong, "Look let's just not talk about it alright? I just want to shower and head home before circumstances hit me in the face again." He gestured to the girl's shower, "There, let's rinse off and forget all about it."
"…I don't know…" she mumbled, looking me up and down strangely, "…They were really going at it. Doesn't it rile you up? Teachers and students going to town on each other? It's kinda taboo…"
I had to hold back the laughter…
"You should work on those thoughts." I said rather hesitantly, "at your rate of popularity you'll have your pick off jackass students."
An eyebrow rose as she watched me, "…So no teacher/student fetish for the Magnanimous Scott Snow?"
"Magnani-what? Never mind, I didn't say that. Although I am leaning more towards bunny girls these days…" I said with a knowing smile looking her up and down." She just continued to watch me, and I just shrugged, "Okay I'm going to go shower, I suggest you do the same."
Leaving her in silence I entered the locker room and stripped, tossing my clothes onto the clothing bar I turned on the hot shower, grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up…
…One day. Probably not soon. I was going to learn to lock the door.
A familiar feeling of Déjà vu suddenly wrapped me around from behind and grabbed my dick. "Whoa!" I was pressed up against the wall as a pair of firm breasts pressed against my back and soft but calloused hands slowly stroked my length.
Brigitte grinned over my shoulder, stroking me with one hand and squeezing my balls with the other. "…You know Snow. I get really excited when I see loyalty like yours…" she said, breathing heavily in my ear, "Loyalty like that? It needs to be rigorously rewarded… but don't make a habit of beating up jerks in the classroom.
Okay… did Ms. O'Deorain slip me something at lunch today? Did I swallow some new experimental pills for Mei? Nobody and I mean NOBODY could possibly draw this much female attention. I'm not even TRYING at this point!
I grunted as I instinctively thrust into her hands as she watched my cock fuck her fingers. She began moving more rapidly, pressing her body against me as she rubbed me off. However, after a while, she whistled, "Well now you've got some stamina…" she said softly, "Blow your load all over the wall." She ordered as she felt me throb. "Let me see you cum."
I erupted, slamming a hand against the wall to steady myself as I released in her grip, firing onto the wall as it dripped onto the floor. She pulled away, stepping into the shower and letting the water slick her hair. And as I turned to face her, she slowly licked her masturbating hand, watching me with a smug smile.
"Well… glad you enjoyed yourself." She said a little airily, letting the water shape her body as it flowed down her fit, muscular frame. "…You the kind of guy to leave a girl hanging?"
I glared at her for a moment, but I rolled my eyes and pressed her against the wall, kneeling between her legs as I lifted on onto my shoulder, burying my tongue into her pussy as she gasped, letting her fingers intertwine in my hair as she squeezed tightly, tugging a few out by the roots as she twitched. "W-wow! Not even my exes did this…" she mumbled, shaking slightly as I felt her toes curl on my back.
She panted erotically above me, thrusting her pussy into my face as I ate her out, she shivered gently. "You… you do this often?" she laughed, biting her bottom lip as she struggled to remain standing.
"Not as often as you think, but I do get practice." I said, gently shoving in two fingers and spreading her wide as she whimpered, and came… her arousal dripping onto the floor as the water pooled around us.
"Fuck!" she hissed, clutching painfully at my hair, then she let out a gasp of air. "Whoo!...better than homemade vibrators…" she laughed, "You aren't bad Snow." I stood up, pressing her to the wall and she suddenly looked nervous as she felt my erection rub against her pussy. Her arousal leaked onto my cock as if drooling in anticipation. I rubbed gently against her, slicking up my cock as I gripped the top of the shower stall, and aimed my cock for maximum penetration.
"W-wait…" she said nervously, but I pushed forward, "Wait! Wait!" SHIT!" I lifted her from the ground as I buried my length deep into her pussy, "FUCK ME!!" she growled, feeling me stretch her as her toes scraped desperately against the tiles trying to find a grip to pull her back down.
"That's the idea." I breathed and began. Slamming deep into her, pulling on the shower wall as she bounced up and down, rubbing against the stone, tile-covered walls as she shrieked in pleasure.
Let's see… Fareeha, Mei, now Brigitte. I think I'll drag Olivia in here later and add to my collection of shower fucking sessions. At the thought I pushed harder inside her, her hands lashed above her head, trying to pull herself up to steady herself against my firm pounding, but her arms were too weak from pleasure to do so as I had my way with her.
"F-fuck! Oh fuck! Where did you learn to do this?!" she hissed with a pleasured laugh as her body trembled.
"Some things are just instinct." I teased, "…Like blowing your load deep into a beautiful woman." She blushed at the praise, and I felt her legs wrap around me as her pussy throbbed around my length, squeezing me and pulling me deeper as she shrieked another orgasm.
"Cum on my cock!" I demanded, and shoved deep into her, firing my release as her tight, muscled body obeyed and squeezed my length painfully hard, pulling my load from my balls deep inside her.
"F-fuck…" she hissed as I slowly pulled out of her, "…Wow look at all that…" she said reverently, spreading her pussy wide as seed dripped from her to the floor. "Did fucking your teacher rile you up?" she grinned.
…I think I'll tell her later… but later wasn't here yet.
I grabbed her hair suddenly and tugged, she dropped to the floor and let her ass hang in the air as I knelt behind her, adjusting myself as I probed her pussy. "Oh god more?!" she laughed and felt me stretch her again as I reached down and grabbed her ponytail. Pulling her up as she hissed in pain and I thrust into her, feeling her tighten.
"I think screwing a student riled you up…" I jerked her hair, she tightened again as I steadily moved inside her. "…I bet you like the idea much more than I do…" she trembled at the scolding, and I leaned over her, still steadily thrusting into her tight pussy.
"…I think I can imagine you in a schoolgirl uniform." She tightened again, "…Please Mr… hmm. Who should be your favorite teacher?" I teased and felt her squeeze harder, "Well no matter. 'Please sir. I need that A…" she came, hard and I let go of her hair, she was now painfully tight as I sunk my fingers deep into her ass and slammed away. Her eyes rolling as her body reacted to the fantasy. "Earn that 'A' Brigitte… SHIT!" I suddenly slammed into her and couldn't move. She had become ridiculously tight, so much so that I could hardly pull my cock from her pussy as I filled her up again.
Finally, I managed to rip my cock from her almost vacuum-tight pussy, leaving her ass up on the floor as she trembled. I smacked her ass, she squirted my cum from her pussy onto the floor. I turned the shower on cold and aimed.
"OH FUCK!" she squeaked, knocked out of her delirium from the cold water and staring at me. "You… I…" she then looked down, and pulled her pussy lips apart again leaking more cum onto the floor, "…Shit Snow you're just filled with baby batter, aren't you?"
"Scott…" I said absently, stepping into the cold shower like a MAN and rinsing off the sweat. "I think you can call me Scott right?"
"…Fine, Scott." She said stepping into the cold water with me and pressing her hardened nipples to my back. "…Want to earn some more 'extra' credit?" she said, smiling as she reached around and slowly stroked me again.
I turned and pressed her against the wall again and grinned knowingly at her. "…You know Ms. Lindholm." I said firmly, like a stern teacher "…I think I'll be the teacher for now… and I'll begin the first class." I put my hand on her head and pushed her down, she went easily. "Blowjobs 101, let's begin the remedial course."
She smiled up at me, "Yes Mr. Snow." and opened her mouth as I slid inside, feeling her tongue rub against my length as she began slurping loudly…
…Earning a grade never felt so good… but I'll give her a B- for now, I was going to want her for a make-up lesson later.
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