Upon opening it, there was Janice in the most revealing nightie and no panties asking if she could come in and sleep with me. Well, sleep is what we d...dn't get. In seconds we were feeling and groping each other in a tangled mass of limbs while our tongues probed deeply as we kissed. I wanted her to feel my full erection so I cupped her ass in my hands and lifted her slightly up and hard against me. As we slowly edged closer to the bed in our dance of lust, whatever we had been wearing began to. " She touched up her make up in the mirror and headed for her classroom and sat down at her desk just as the bell rang.Students came into the classroom and took their assigned seats and her work day began. She looked out over the classroom and thought of how much she disliked her first hour. The class was eighty percent female and she got no enjoyment out of teasing girls. Her second and third hours weren't much better. Her favorite class of the day was her fourth hour - seventy-five percent. Over several weeks we caught up on each others' lives.Not that mine was an exciting life. I've always been a quiet person and as a teenager I was shy and retiring – bookish without being a swot and a little overweight – so I missed out on the excesses of my generation. I made a few friends but they didn't last much beyond school except for Janice until she moved away when her husband got promoted to the Cardiff office and we lost contact.I never married: just never met the right man, not that I. She found a teacher to start a dance team. The blonde with the short pompadour haircut was slightly nervous with what she had in store.At halftime the score was 9 to 7 with the Patriots in the lead. The band lined up on either end of the field. Beth’s voice came over the loudspeaker. “Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Get ready for the all-new Francis Marion High School Marching Revolution! I’m Beth Cross - the proud band director.This year we are led by drum major Thomas Meyers. He is.