.Bigger Hearts

“Witches, Jose,” Ellen said slowly.  She kept tapping at the spot she wanted him to stand as he moved slowly closer.  “You figured out that we’re all witches.  How did you do that?  What do witches do?”

“They, uh, they hang out in a coven?” he guessed.  Ellen nodded then pinched the front of his shirt, lifting him a few inches off of the table.

“I suppose you got that right, Jose,” she said.  “So if you can get out of the shirt, you can keep it.” 

“Huh?”

“Either slither out of your shirt or I tear it off of you,” Ellen explained in a sugar-sweet voice.  He started to wriggle and squirm as he hung there, swinging back and forth as he tried to inch his way out of the shirt.

He made little to no progress, which Ellen found amusing.  She giggled at his antics, finally lowering her other hand to hold it beneath him.  He got one foot on her extended finger and managed to free himself.

Ellen smiled as he collapsed to the table, his tanned skin showing his swimmer’s muscles as he tried to stand up.

She pinched one ankle to keep him down, stroking his skin with fingers from her other hand.

Finally, she released him and pointed towards Paula.  “Go tell Mrs. Lohman another fact about withes, Jose.”

He was too fearful to take the time to stand, and just rolled to hands and knees and crawled to the next teacher.

Ellen turned to see Bill walking calmly towards her.

“And what do you know about witches, Bill?” she asked.  His jaw dropped.  She smiled, reaching out to gently push his mouth shut. “Oh, relax, you were just laughing at your witty friend.”

She had him drop to his knees and lick her nipple.  “Make me feel good, Bill. But don’t use your hands.”

“Yes, Mrs. Conner!” he said.  She watched idly as Paula searched between all of Jose’s toes to see if they were webbed.  He was too scared to resist.

She finally passed him along.  Brandy was cupping her breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples between two fingers.  Jose stood and stared, hypnotized. 

“Tell me how ugly witches are, Jose,” she whispered.

Ellen looked away to see Chuck limping towards her.  He appeared to have a painfully purple hickey on one ass cheek.

“Oh, poor thing,” she said.  She held him in one hand, face down across her palm, and reached down into her purse for some lotion.  “You have to be careful, Megan, or they won’t last to the finish.”

“Sorry,” Megan said, but she was licking and nibbling at the back of Danny’s thighs.

“What finish?” Chuck asked.

“You’ll see,” Ellen promised, rubbing her salve over the hickey.  Even as she watched, the colors faded.  He smiled at the fading pain.  “Magic, huh?” Ellen asked.  “Aren’t you glad you know a witch?”

“Except it was a witch that hurt him,” Paula said.  She was dangling Bill in her cleavage, upside down.

“Maybe he liked it,” Brandy said.  She’d leaned forward to pin Jose under one tit.  But face down.  He might have liked it the other way.

After even Paula was worried that Jose was going to be smothered, Brandy let up and stood him up.  Everyone rotated to the left.

Ellen checked Danny for ‘love bites’ and other injuries, then set him to massaging her nipple.  “Warm it up, too, it’s getting a little cold.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, leaning his chest against her breast.  It was nicely warm.

“Ooooh!” Megan cooed.  She’d pulled Jose’s boxers down to discover a surfer’s tan.  “I love tan lines,” she said happily.  She traced the edge of the pale skin with her fingernail.  “It’s like finding something that’s been hidden away.”

“Looks gross,” Paula said. 

“It looks virginal,” Ellen said.

“That’s not what I hear,” Brandy giggled.

“Yeah, in Culinary,” Paula said with a shrug, as if to say everyone knew about the gossips in Culinary.