Wesley Damon - Hot pants teachers

Principal Warren Parker looked over the room full of teachers who had assembled for the first teachers' meeting of the year. In particular, he noticed the four young women seated in the front row. The four of them had been hired over the summer to fill vacancies created on the staff by the unexpected transfer of other teachers.

"I'm afraid your skirt is much too short for this community, Miss Harper," he informed the young woman seated on the far left.

Sharon Harper felt the blood rushing to her face as she uncrossed her shapely legs and self-consciously tugged at her skirt. She could feel the other teachers' eyes on her and could distinctly overhear a few suppressed snickers. Just twenty-two and fresh out of teachers' college, she was too inexperienced to be offended by Mr. Parker's personal comment. Instead, she felt deeply embarrassed and a little disappointed that she had created such a negative impression. She was slightly surprised, too, for the school principal was a youngish-looking man whom she would not have considered so old-fashioned.

Mr. Parker's eyes moved to the next young woman. "The same goes for you, Miss Meade," he said.

Like her fellow teacher, Ruth Meade found herself blushing hotly and could sense the satisfaction the other teachers were quietly having at her expense. She was also on her first teaching assignment and did not know how to respond to Mr. Parker's criticism. Feeling sheepish, she kept her eyes averted and said nothing.

Mr. Parker's eyes passed on to the third newcomer, twenty-eight-year-old Donna Johnson, the new girls' gym teacher. But this time he said nothing although Donna's skirt was as short as the others, and the tall brunette was seated with her long legs casually crossed, revealing a generous amount of tan nylon. There was something about the look in her eyes that defied him to criticize her. She looked calm and poised and might be ready with a sharp retort that could cause laughter at his expense.

Mr. Parker looked at the fourth newcomer. This time there was no room for criticism. Although she was a flashy platinum blonde in her early twenties, Karen Miles could not be criticized for wearing a skirt that was too short. If anything, it was too long. As if she didn't really care whether men looked at her or not. A brief flicker of annoyance crossed Mr. Parker's face.

"Now, I didn't mean to embarrass anyone," Mr. Parker addressed the group. "However, the point is that we are living in a very conservative rural district, and the community expects high standards from all of us. Clothing or behavior that might be quite acceptable in more metropolitan communities may still be unacceptable here. Let's keep that in mind at all times."

He glanced pointedly at the four young women as he spoke. Of the four, only Donna returned his gaze, and her eyes made it quite apparent that she intended to remain independent of his regulation.

"Now, tomorrow is the first day of school," Mr. Parker continued. "I think everyone should know the procedure by this time, but are there any questions?"

As usual in such assemblies, there were numerous questions of a trivial variety and the meeting soon began to stretch out to boring lengths. Seated quietly in the front row, Sharon gradually began recovering from her earlier embarrassment. As she did, she began to experience some hostility for Mr. Parker. It was obvious that he had picked on her and Ruth because they were young and inexperienced. After all, Donna's skirt was even shorter and she had escaped without a word of criticism.

Despite her irritation, however, Sharon was pleased that she had chosen the teaching assignment in the small Midwestern community. Even if she had isolated herself from the excitement of a larger urban community, she had at least freed herself from the oppressively strict home atmosphere in which she had grown up. For the first time in her life, she was truly free, and she intended to make the most of it. She was a little concerned about her ability to meet eligible men in that sparsely populated community, but that would all come in good time.

"How'd you like the nerve of that character?" Ruth asked her as soon as the meeting broke up. "What right has he got to criticize us like that in front of everyone?"

Sharon smiled sympathetically at her. She had taken an instant liking to Ruth. The young history teacher was no older than she was, and was an attractive brunette whose long hair hung below her shoulders and framed her pretty, sensitive-looking face. She had dark-brown eyes and a figure that any man would find appealing.

"I know," Sharon told her. "I feel the same way."

"Don't let him get you down, girls," Donna interjected. "School systems are filled with petty dictators who enjoy picking on those who can't defend themselves."

Although they had known each other for only a few days, Sharon felt a growing admiration for Donna. The brunette gym teacher was an obviously poised and experienced woman, and she possessed one of the most confident walks Sharon had ever seen. Standing nearly six feet tall in her stocking feet, she was rawboned and athletic but still quite attractive. There seemed little doubt that she was quite experienced as far as men were concerned, and Sharon felt that she would soon be seeking her advice.

"I suppose you're right," Ruth agreed. "But still, it annoys me."

"You two ought to wear even shorter skirts tomorrow just to show him who's boss," Karen joined in.

"Good idea," Sharon said, although he knew she wouldn't dare do it.

The four young women left the school building and climbed into Donna's late model economy car.

"It's a good thing we found this place to stay," Donna remarked as she started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.

She was referring to the old Walton House, which was located only a couple of blocks from the school. Old Mr. Walton had been one of the original settlers in the territory and had built a large, two-story brick house that still remained in good condition. The house was available to be rented and the four spacious upstairs bedrooms were just what the four teachers were looking for.

"I'll say," Ruth agreed. "I'll bet there's not another place to stay for miles around."

"That's one of the problems of these rural-type school districts," Donna remarked. "Of course, that's not the main problem, by any means."

"What is?" Sharon asked innocently. "No cock," Donna answered bluntly.

Ruth laughed rather uneasily and Sharon felt a little embarrassed by Donna's earthy language. But she didn't want to say anything lest she betray her own inexperience. The others would surely be highly amused if they discovered she was still a virgin.

"Well, don't you agree?" Donna asked in a rather aggressive manner when no one responded.

"I really hadn't thought about it." Ruth was the only one of the three to come up with an answer.

Sharon noticed that Karen was looking out the window, pointedly ignoring the conversation.

"Well, you'd better start thinking about it," Donna warned her. "Otherwise, it's going to be a cold winter."

There was silence for a moment.

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" Ruth inquired, asking the question that Sharon wanted to ask but dared not.

Donna laughed. "Let's face it, girls," she said. "There's not a bachelor on that teaching staff, and the chances of finding an eligible man around here are nil. Therefore, there's only one place to go!"

Sharon was not sure what she meant.

"The students?" Ruth asked, a tone of disbelief in her voice.

"What else?" Donna asked with a smile.

"Are you serious?" Ruth persisted.

"Sure," Donna replied. "Listen, I've taught in these rural school districts and I can tell you something. These farm boys have big cocks and they know how to use them!"