Home Economics: Ms Pharah

I don't own overwatch

You know, we have all types of teachers at Overwatch High. We got the stern types: like Mrs. Lacroix or 'God help us all' (his actual nickname) Vice-principal Reyes. We got the fun types: like Mr. Shimada, Ms. Oxton, Ms. Colomar, and Ms. Song. And we got the brilliant types: like Mr. Winston, Ms. Ziegler, Ms. Vaswani and Ms. Zhou

…Then there came the unfortunate type: Ms. Fareeha Amari…

You see Ms. Amari had something of a problem. She wasn't her mother, Administrator Amari, no matter how much she tried to be. They had both served in the military, they both wanted to teach, and (in their own way) they were both very lovely women.

Such was the problem because whereas her mother was a very successful teacher before being promoted. Ms. Amari just wasn't.

When she was first hired she bounced around multiple classes not finding the right fit. Social Studies, Music, Art, Science, Shop… Finally, in a last desperate hope, she was given home economics. She tried, she really did but she was just too… military for a teacher. She hadn't quite adjusted to her civilian life quite yet, she couldn't relax around us.

And she also didn't really know how to cook. which leads us to our current predicament.

Flour, dough, and other assorted ingredients littered the home ec classroom as Ms. Amari, her beautiful black hair, now powdered white, hung crustily around her face. She stared down at the most recent of her explosions. We still weren't sure how she managed to achieve it, and Ms. Zhou couldn't deduce how either regardless of her explosive expertise. Dozens of cooking pots were now dirty, the floor was covered with uncooked dough, and the bell blissfully rang.

Only a few other students were covered in the shrapnel of cake mix, including me.

"Class dismissed…" she said flatly, not looking at us as they began to clear out. Not me though, still covered in cake mix I watched her quietly.

…She really wanted to be a teacher, she told us herself. But there was simply nothing she could focus on, and she was so stressed and rigid. She sniffed slightly, trying to hold back the tears of her most recent of failures.

"Mr. Snow is there something you needed?" she asked, not looking at me.

"…No Ms. Amari I just figured you could use a hand cleaning up…" I said. Lord knows Mr. Mcree won't, and he's the janitor. Sometimes I actually did things to help people feel better and not get in their pants. Ms. Amari needed a win, she needed to have just one thing go right. She needed someone to give her a break… and while I was covered in cake mix I decided that would be me.

"…Mr. Snow it's fine… I'll clean up." She said grabbing the crusty bowl and making her way to the sink gathering more dirtied pots on the way.

"Nope." I said suddenly, taking the dishes from her and standing in front of the sink, "Ms. Amari I'll clean up this stuff, why don't you grab a shower in the girl's locker room." I added a little kinder, "You look like you need it."

She watched me, even covered in mess she still managed that drill sergeant stare, "…I don't have a change of clothes."

"Ah…" I began softly, but then had an idea, "Oh! I got a spare gym uniform in my locker…" I said, "Number 76 is just outside." I said gesturing to the hall, "5-24-16." I said giving her my locker combination.

"Scott I…" she began, she looked like she was about to cry but I interrupted.

"Go on and take a break…" I said simply, turning the hot water in the sink on. "I'll start and we can handle this together. Lord knows Mr. McCree won't, he's probably taking his 3 o'clock, pre-4 o'clock nap…"

She sighed, simply deciding to accept my kindness, "…Thank you Scott… I'll be right back…"

She left dejected, I sighed… washing pots. How fun… but she really, really needed a break… well might as well get started. I think I'll have some music…

Quickly looking at my phone I entered my music selection…

'Ties of sea and flames' from Xenogears? No that'll just make me want to play the game. Nobody has time for that.

'I am a man of constant sorrow' by the Foggy Bottom Boys? Nah, not quite… that had all kinds of implications that I didn't want to touch while cleaning up…

Here we go…

AC/DC's Shoot to Thrill roared over the room as I jacked up the volume and my head bobbed to the drum beats…

I'm not a decent singer by any means, but everyone sings when alone... Soon I was joining the chorus as I scrubbed at the pots, I had gotten through about four of them as the song began to hit the final verse. So I set it on repeat, why not… as the song started up again however Ms. Amari still hadn't returned...

And now I needed a quick break. Running to the bathroom I quickly washed what I could from my face and used the toilet before making my way back.

…And then I saw the most adorable thing ever… apparently Ms. Amari did have a talent, a talent for air guitar. As if performing for some invisible crowd she slowly gyrated her hips as Shoot to Thrill roared up again, her hand raising in the air as she jammed down on a guitar that wasn't there. She was really getting into it, jamming hard on the chorus and playing up the invisible crowd it was like she was on stage.

And she was smiling; I don't think she has done that since starting to work here. You see, in my opinion, this is what she needed… she needed to relax. Of course, it was made all the better by seeing her in my gym uniform. A white shirt and a short pair of blue shorts… both of which were a size too small, allowing them to squeeze her tight muscular, and curvy frame.

…I don't know how to feel about that… on the one hand, she looked adorably hot, on the other, she was apparently bigger than I was…

The song was ending now… I couldn't look away as she continued to perform; hypnotically my eyes were glued to her hips as she shook them like a professional dancer.

Finally, as the song ended I started clapping… she glared at me shocked that I had caught her in the act…

"See!" I laughed slightly, "That's what you need to do! Loosen up!"

"What… Mr. Snow how long have you…?" she blushed slightly as she paused my phone. "I… how much did you see?" she asked.

"Enough…" I said firmly, "Look Ms. Amari… you just need to relax like that in class… the students will love it."

She watched me as I went back to washing pots, "…Do you think I'm cut out to be a teacher like my mother?"

"…No… you can't be your mother you have to be you…" I said, I thought I sounded deep but just a tiny bit lame.

"…You're not getting extra credit for helping me clean and giving me cheap sources of wisdom…" she said, with just a faint smile on her face.

I gasped jokingly as she joined me at the sink to clean the posts, "What… perish the thought!"

"…Seriously Scott, thank you… I needed a break today…" she said, finishing up the pots with me.

…For just half a second my heart skipped a beat as she smiled softly as we cleaned… it was a little lame of me but it felt like husband and wife cleaning up dinner together… She was adorable…

I however shook those thoughts away… I just needed to get through this and not end up with her legs wrapped around my waist. I didn't help her to get laid… "…You know Ms. Amari, thanks to my mom I'm a pretty good cook myself… if you like I can help you with the whole 'exploding food thing' you got going on…"

She smiled at me, "…Sure… every little bit helps right?"

We spent the next hour baking brownies… she didn't manage to blow them up, slowly but surely I managed to get her to relax and surprisingly she caught on real quick when I came to cooking. And I managed to get out of there without plowing my teacher… so…

Huh… I didn't know how I felt about that…

It was a whole week before I had another class with her and she had remarkably improved… apparently, she had practiced in her spare time, and not only that but she did a bit of air guitar, and was cheered on by the students as she did.… and just like that we were ready to try cakes again. No explosions, no unearthly mess, and half a dozen perfect cakes all ready to eat…

She had a very pretty smile when she was proud of us…

The bell rang and the students began to clear out, I was carrying my cake. Planning to take it and share it with the other teachers when she stopped me. "…Hey Scott… thanks for the whole pep talk thing you gave me…"

I shrugged, "It's fine Ms. Amari. We all have off days…" I then grinned at her, "Thanks for the show…" she punched my shoulder… it hurt a little. "Oh yeah are you ever going to give me back my gym uniform? I got in trouble with the coach last time…"

"Yes sorry…" she said, and reaching into a cabinet under the counter she began digging around in it, "I cleaned it and put it in here somewhere…"

As I approached her, looking over her shoulder, my 'senses' kicked in just half a second before she stood up suddenly…

Her muscular back banged against the plate I held and the cake slammed up into my face…

She covered her mouth to keep from laughing. I just smiled under the mess. "…I'm going to go shower now…"

"Oh I'm so sorry Scott!" she giggled adorably as I walked out of the class, "…But at least you have a change of clothes!" she waved my gym shirt and pants as I left…

I dredged into the boy's locker room. If I caught Jeremy in here with Coach Zaryanova again I was dropping all pretenses of keeping their secret. Overwatch High's bathrooms were a lot different than many other high schools, thanks to Mr. Winston who got sick and tired of smelling the shy boys who didn't shower after gym.

So there were about ten bathroom stalls in the showers that hid all but the tallest of young men. Picking the closest one I stripped completely and tossed my caked-up clothes onto the laundry bars outside. I'll probably end up shirtless today considering how much cake there was…

But as the hot water hit my skin all my cares washed away… I let it blast away all the cake in my hair and on my skin as I soaked every last drop along it to sink in as I relaxed… I didn't even hear anything as the shower head pounded water on my skull…

When I felt someone press her soft frame against my back I was a little surprised… I jumped away, silently holding the scream in and turning as the water cascaded down onto her… as she stood there naked in front of me…

Fareeha Amari stood there seductively as the water added an erotic shine to her muscularly toned frame. She was blushing just a little, and smiling faintly at me as if unsure why she was here in the boy's locker room shower…

But we both knew why… my dick hardened instantly as I quickly adjusted to her being in the stall with me. I stood there proudly before her as we quickly ran to the finish together and got right to the chase.

"…Ms. Amari…" I began softly, my voice echoing around the room as the shower water continued to slam against her body. "…There's no going back if we do this…"

"That's fine…" she said, just as aroused as I was... maybe even more.

"…I'm a greedy guy Ms. Amari…" I said, blushing myself as she seemed completely prepared for what was about to happen. "…If we do this… I'm not holding back…" I began to stroke myself, "…I'm not pulling out… I'm not wearing a condom… this is going to be hard, taboo sex… that ends with all of me inside you…"

…I think in a way I was trying to scare her off… but at the same time, I didn't want to hold back with her…

She walked through the water like a cheap 80's music video and pressed her body against me… "…Good…" she said simply and dropped to her knees.

She took me into her mouth with absolute ease. Slowly she bobbed her head as my dick throbbed impatiently in her mouth. When I had gotten a blowjob from the other teachers I was always the one in control, I would grab their heads and thrust as hard as I could to get my release off fast and get inside them…

But with Fareeha it felt different, as her wet hair soaked in the water I held my hands to the side resisting the urge to grab and thrust… I wanted her to take her time. Slowly, steadily, agonizingly she continued at her own pace. Her eyes blissfully closed as she tasted all of me while I groaned impatiently in her mouth…

"Hey Scott…" came Jeremy's voice suddenly… and almost myself from shock as Ms. Amari stopped her blowjob and gaped up at me…

I opened my eyes and stared in horror as Jeremy tossed sweaty gym clothes onto the laundry bar and took a stall about three away from me. "…Ugh man it's hot today…" he groaned turning on the cold water.

"…Dude didn't gym end an hour ago for you?" I asked simply, Fareeha stared up at me as I pet her silky wet hair… to my utterly, if not terrified delight she began moving her head again. It's not like Jeremy could see her… no one could unless they came right up and looked directly over the stalls. And Jeremy was too tiny for that...

Jeremy blushed vividly and didn't meet my eyes. Well, I imagined that he was he couldn't see over the stalls. Then I realized that he was having personal time with Coach again.

"Um… Coach had me do some… catch-up work." He said with a soft smile. I really needed to send him those videos I recorded of him and the Coach. "So are we still on for Monster Hunter tonight? Ms. Song said she wanted to know if we were."

"Well not until late…" I said and took a quick glance down at the steadily moving Fareeha… "…I told Ms. Amari that I'd help her clean up…" she smiled adoringly up at me and moved just a little quicker like she wanted me to come while I spoke to my friend.

"Oh that's cool." He said nodded politely, "I'll see you later on then…" he said, he quickly washed away the sweat, and after drying off he put his clothes back on. "I got to go uh, talk to the coach before I head home myself…" he said with a small smile, "She said she needed someone to spot her as she lifted weights…"

"Have fun…" I replied teasingly as he shut the door behind him to obviously go and plow his hot muscle girlfriend… "SHIT…" I hissed down as Ms. Amari began moving even faster, one of her hands desperately fiddling with her pussy before the arousal of almost being caught went away…

"Fareeha I'm cumming." I hissed and fired a shot into her waiting and desperate mouth.

She groaned and swallowed my load eagerly, letting the water blast away any that had escaped… she pulled away with a pop and let the water slam against my dick as she stood up and opened her mouth, gargling away the taste of me before spitting directly down the drain.

"…So it's Fareeha now and not Ms. Amari…" she smiled at me.

I grabbed her wrists and pulled her to face the wall, grabbing the shower head I pulled it down until it was slamming against her breasts and my dick probed against her wet pussy, I mean all of her was wet, but I could tell why she was…

"Fareeha…" I moaned her name as I grabbed her decently sized bust and pressed them hard together to get her to moan, I caught a small amount of water with them each time, before pulling away and letting it splash to the floor. "Fareeha I'm going to cum inside you when I finished…"

"Oh dear…" she whispered back huskily, "…Well then what are you waiting for?"

She was so tight, I groaned, amazed at the feeling as I went deeper and deeper into her. She was so warm I felt like my dick was on fire. Unable to contain myself I pressed her body against the cool wall of the shower and she quivered from the cold touch and a small orgasm.

"Ugh…" she groaned out as I increased my pace, "…You make me feel so full… hurry…" she whispered looking at me. "Hurry before someone interrupts us. Cum deep inside me..." The idea of getting caught spurred me on, and her eyes of desire fueled me forward. I leaned against her and kept thrusting, deliberately slamming my strokes…

"What are you going to do if we get caught?" I asked, still thrusting, "You'd probably be fired… I'd get expelled…" I said, throbbing against her.

"Well… first I'd tell them to fuck off…" she said, watching my face as she told me, "Then I'd make you finish inside me…" she added leaning into my mouth and kissing me, "Then…" she began huskily as she pulled away, "I'd take you home… and we'd do it again…"

I claimed her mouth again as I thrust deep inside her and released. Each thrust forward shot another blast of cum inside, and caused her to moan suddenly with each slam… "UGh!" she groaned out twitch, "I'm cumming! Oh God I'm cumming!" after I finished I still kissed her, our tongues dancing against each other desperate to tangle them in a knot and stay together…

I pulled slowly away, her tongue stayed out as long as possibly wrapped around my own until finally, we parted… and she stared at me lovingly... as if demanding more.

And I had to give it to her…

I spun her around to face me, pressing her back against the wall as I shoved myself back up inside her, burying my face against her lips again kissing her once more. I stayed inside her mouth, and her pussy, the whole time the second time around, her hands pressed against my face to make sure while I thrust up inside her we stayed kissing… I felt her moan and twitch each and every orgasm she got, but I didn't know if it was one long one or a handful of mini ones…

"Balls deep!" she hissed softly against me, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Yes, Fuck me balls deep!"

I didn't care that she was getting louder and riskier… she felt so good and it felt even better to know that I made her feel that pleasure…

Finally however I felt my release.

"Here I cum…" I said softly to her, finally stopping kissing her long enough to tell her.

"…Inside…" she whispered back smiling. "Fuck me balls deep and cum inside me... I want every last drop, don't waste a drop!"

"...of… course!" I groaned and shoved deep into her, firing off as she came for the last time. we kissed again as I filled her up… and for long after I finished.

"Fucking knock me up... Don't waste a fucking drop..." she groaned as I splashed my load inside her. "Your cum is so thick... it feels so good..." she caressed my face, "...Stay balls deep inside my tight pussy..."

I stayed inside her as I kept kissing her, she tasted so amazing, she felt so good, and her dirty talk was just unbelievable... "…You're going to be a great teacher Fareeha…" I said softly, honestly "But I hope you don't do this with all your male students…" I joked quietly… I actually really didn't like the idea of it… but I didn't want to say. After all who was I to judge?

"…Only with my favorite…" she said, gently kissing my face, "…He's a nice guy... helps me out all the time…" she kissed my neck and shoulder, "And fucks like a whole group of horny guys… I love feeling his balls get fucking deep inside me... and the look on his face when he cums every last drop to fill my hungry pussy."

"He's pretty fond of you himself I bet..." I said smugly and held her for a moment longer... I wanted to have another go, her dirty talk skills were amazing fueling my desires as if she was speaking Spanish... but it was too risky in the showers.

We took a final few moments of showering together, I caressed and scrubbed her wonderfully sculpted body letting the soap wash away… as we dressed, me now in my fresh gym uniform she brought me. she pressed against me one last time and kissed me.

"…Later… maybe tomorrow would you like to help me cook brownies for the teachers? I want to show my mother that I can…"

"Anything you want…" I replied, caressing her butt through her clothes while we embraced.

She moaned against me, "I like the sound of that…" she said, "…I'll want you back inside me when we're done…"

"…Anything to make you happy…" I smiled…

"Ooh, I love the sound of that..." she whispered adoringly.

Brownies however didn't go so well… we just ended up covered in chocolate, and licking it off each other…

…She still tasted better than the brownies anyway…

End