Sex was very new to Lucy Granger when she came to Gerrard School For Girls. At fourteen, she had only just been introduced to the delights of the flesh. She had been sent here by her parents who thought that she was uncontrollable and wild. What they did not know was that they had sent her into a veritable hotbed of sexual activity.
When Roseann Tunney, sixteen finally arrived at the school, Gerrard grew into more than it had ever been. She brought her wild need for sex and fulfillment, her insatiable attitude. Almost immediately, she captured several of the male faculty.
Many of the girls at the school found their own ways to satisfy their needs but before Roseann came to the school, it had been more a matter of privacy. She made it into a badge of sophistication and acceptance.
That afternoon, young Lucy was restless. It had been some time since she had been with a young man. Nothing helped, not even masturbating. She was desperate to stop the endless gnawing at her body and mind. When Ed Gallows walked into her room, she did not suspect his real intentions.
However, as he came close to her, she realized that he had as great a need for her as she did for him. She came willingly into his lap, abandoning any sense of propriety. She let him reach under her skirt and dip into her wet pussy. She reached out for him and then, they fell onto the bed, thrusting wildly against each other.
CHAPTER ONE
The rain poured from the sky, and the puddles in the front yard became larger and deeper by the minute. There was only a trace of thunder left, but the rain continued. When the wind shifted, the rain would drum against the window pane and Lucy shifted her position. She liked to look into the rain, and she would scoot down, to look into the diagonal pattern.
This was a boring day for her. It usually turned out to be boring when it rained. There was nothing to do. Heck, the tennis court was out and all the other outdoor sports. A walk was out, for sure, and since she wasn't old enough, yet, she needed permission to leave the school grounds.
Getting that permission could be a hassle, especially when Mrs. Arthur was on duty. She wanted to know where every minute was going to be spent, and then, she might even question you as to why it was necessary to go there.
Lucy pulled herself away from the window. She had gotten used to most things at Gerrard School For Girls, but the weekends weren't always that easy to take. She really believed that the only reason her parents had sent her here was to get her out of their hair.
That wasn't the way her mother had put it that day that they had finally told her about their decision. Both her mother and father were there that afternoon, and she could still sec the picture in her mind.
"Lucy, your father and I have something to tell you."
Lucy had figured that it wouldn't be that good. She had stayed out too late the night before with the new girl on the block and when she got home, there wasn't even a peep out of her parents. Instead, they just looked at each other and went into the living room.
Lucy had been late quite a bit. Ever since Roseann had moved in a few houses away. She had discovered a new life! Even though she was fourteen, Lucy hadn't been that interested in boys. Well, it wasn't that she wasn't interested, it was more that she just didn't know how to approach boys or where to go to meet them. Roseann had known all about that. She was older and she had been nice enough to Lucy to take her along.
Mr. Granger had shifted his foot when his wife had begun. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, and Lucy had guessed that it was her mother who had decided about whatever it was they were going to tell her. Her father always got shifty when this happened.
"We have decided that the best place for you would be boarding school."
The words echoed in her ears. "Boarding School!" Nobody went to boarding school in this neighborhood. She was being punished. She was being sent away. An instant fear and anger flashed through her. She wanted to hit her mother. She knew she was responsible.
"It's a lovely place and when you graduate you'll have a chance for some of the finest colleges."
These were the excuses they were giving her. She knew the real reason why they were sending' her away. They didn't want her anymore. Just because she was having some fun for the first time in her life they didn't want her! Anyone could see that!
Now her father began to speak.
"Lucy, I think you know that your mother and I have been upset about the way you have acted the last few months."
"George, this is exactly what the psychologist said we should not do! What is the matter with you?"
Lucy could see the anger in her father's eyes. He turned to her mother and spoke.
"Amanda, I don't give a damn what the man said. This is my daughter, not his."
"Then why did you go? Why did you sit there and just listen to what he was saying?"
"I didn't want to be impolite. For forty dollars an hour, I thought that the best tact might be to listen. And then make up my mind about it later."
"George, this is insane. He said that we would have to be a solid front for Lucy to benefit from this. You remember what he said."
"Yes, I remember, and I don't give a damn!"
For the time, Lucy was able to forget her fear and she listened to her parents fight. This was good. It had caused them some hardship.
They were upset about it. Well, at least, her father was upset about it. She had always loved him more, anyway.
George Granger was speaking again, and Lucy brought herself to attention.
"We love you, but we don't know what to do for you. This is the best that we could come up with."
Lucy knew that her father meant it, and she lulled back into the strange, lost feeling that had been coming over her. Her mother was saying something about how lovely the grounds were. They had taken the trip there, themselves, to see that it was what it was supposed to be. They had no intention of throwing her into a snake pit.
Lucy forced herself to stay there, though she wanted to run to her room. The thought flashed through her mind that she wouldn't have her own room anymore. She would be a number and she would have no one to talk to.
The tears started to well up in her eyes, and there was no way that she could stop them. She sat there and cried. Her parents saw the tears, and her mother put her hands on her fathers. She could see it was hard for them to watch her crying and for a minute she thought that if she cried enough they would not send her.
It was more than she could take, however, and finally, as the silence in the room grew louder and her crying got louder, too, she had to run. Lucy picked herself up and ran from the room.
Lucy heard her mother coming after her and more than anything, she wanted to get away from her. She ran for the front door, instead of up the stairs, and into her room. It was cold outside, but she didn't feel the cold as much as the freedom of the outdoors.
As soon as she got outside the door, her mother came out and started to call hef back.
"Look, Lucy, this is no way to act. It's a terrible thing to do to us. You have been a bad person these past few months and have hurt us."
Lucy ran out of the front yard. She didn't choose to hear the words. They were tearing at her heart, and she couldn't manage to listen without turning around and hitting her mother. So, instead, she ran, ran past the front gate and down the block.
She was almost out of ear range when Lucy's mother threw her the parting blow.
"Go ahead! Run to Roseann! See if she can get you out of what she started!"
Roseann. She could go to her. She was always coming up with some solutions to problems that stumped Lucy. Maybe she could answer this one. Now that Lucy was out on the street, she realized that she had gone without a coat, but there was nothing that she could do about that. She wasn't going back.
When she got to Roseann's house, she was shivering and was glad when someone opened the door. It was Roseann's brother, Timmy.
"What are you doing without a coat?"
"I wanted to see Roseann, and I didn't think I would need one."
"What's wrong?"
Timmy noticed her eyes and he seemed concerned.
"Nothing, Timmy. I, well, I just wanted to talk to Roseann."
"Aw, that's too bad. She went out a little while ago with Lenny. Said they would be gone for a couple of hours."
This was too much for Lucy. She started to cry. Timmy put his arms around her and held her. He didn't say anything, or ask any questions. She couldn't have said a word if her life depended on it. The sobs were racking through her and there was nothing that would stop them.
It was about fifteen minutes later when Lucy was able to say something. They had gone into the living room and Timmy was sitting beside her. His arms were warm and strong. Lucy really liked him, but she figured that he would never notice her. He was seventeen.
Lucy looked at Timmy and tried to smile. She liked the feeling of his hands on her. The scent of him was strong at this close range and she wanted to put her head on his shoulder.
As she laid her head down, Timmy shifted his position to make her more comfortable. They were lying against the couch, comfortable in each others arms. Lucy had stopped crying, and she wondered if they were alone. Mrs. Tunney was seldom home and she thought that might be the case now, too.
As if Timmy had read her mind, he began to speak.
"No one's home. My parents went shopping and Ro is out with Lenny and I think I know what they're doing."
Lucy laughed when he said that. Roseann said, often, that she talked to her brother about sex. He would even tell her about some of the girls he dated.
There was a thrill of warmth that went through Lucy. She was alone with Timmy and he was holding her. It was so nice and comfortable and when he put his hand under her arm and edged towards her breasts, she didn't stop him.
"I've always wanted to get to know you. Ever since we moved in and my sister made friends with you."
"I wanted to get to know you, too."
"Did you?"
"I just always figured that you were too old for me. Well, what I mean is that I was too young for you."
Lucy cursed her stupidity. Now he would never kiss her. The embarrassment crept over her and reddened her face. She buried her face into Timmy's shoulder.
"I think you're the prettiest of my sister's friends. You have some figure!"
Lucy couldn't believe her ears. He was complimenting her. Maybe he hadn't heard her stupid remark. She hoped that he hadn't. The hand close to her breast began to move and a warm feeling started to overcome her. He was rubbing closer to her nipple and she was feeling better and better.
"I'm sorry that something is wrong, but maybe I can help. Why don't you tell me?"
Lucy didn't want to think about going away. Now now! Not when she was in the arms of the boy she cared about, but could not dare to speak about. Not even to her friend, his sister." , "Come on, it'll make you feel better."
"My parents are sending me to boarding school."
As she said this, Lucy waited for the flood of fear to come back, but it didn't. Lying against Timmy, she didn't feel the fear and the discomfort of her earlier reaction. She wasn't afraid of being alone.
"Hey, that's tough. When are they sending you?"
"I don't know. I ran out of the house when they were telling me and I came here."
"I'm glad you did."
Again, Timmy's hand moved, and now, he was directly at her nipple. He rubbed in a circle, over her clothes and the warm feeling below grew instantly. Her hands were in her lap and something made her look at Timmy's lap.
There, in his crotch, was a bulge. Lucy knew what it was. He had a hard-on. Roseann had told her about it. Sure, it happened when a guy wanted to screw you. Roseann said that it felt good when a boy did that.
So many thoughts raced through her head, but the feeling drove her on. She wanted to feel what his cock felt like. She talked about it with Roseann and she had seen pictures, but until this time Lucy had never wanted to touch a boy's pants.
Lucy lifted her hand from her lap almost imperceptibly, and then, she hesitated. But Timmy caught the movement, and in understanding and desire, he took her hand and guided it to the large bulge. Neither of them said anything.
Timmy pressed Lucy's hand against his cock. Lucy was surprised at how hard it was. There was something soft just lower down and that must be the balls that Roseann told her about. At once, she was afraid and excited about what she was doing. But she didn't want to stop.
Timmy continued his massaging of her firm breasts and Lucy was embarrassed as she felt her crotch get wet. She had never felt this before and she didn't know what was happening. Timmy didn't give her time to worry about it. He bent over and kissed Lucy on the lips and he lingered there. Then Timmy began to push his tongue against Lucy's lips.
No one had ever done this to Lucy before and the flicker in her body soared to fire. She felt his tongue licking across her lips and she parted them slowly. As Timmy searched further in her mouth Lucy felt like screaming from the intense feeling she was experiencing.
Every fiber in her body was tingling and Lucy grabbed hold of Timmy's cock through his pants. At the signal from her, Timmy thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth and squeezed her breast. Lucy began to moan softly, without being aware of it.
Timmy broke away for a minute and he had a strange look in his eyes. He smiled at Lucy and rubbed her breast again.
"You're not too young for it. Not for me."
Timmy took his hand from Lucy's and brought it to her crotch. He pressed against the wetness, and Lucy gasped from the feeling he was giving her. She did not resist when he unzipped her jeans and unsnapped them, and worked his hand under her panties. She twisted her bottom to let him into her pants.
With this encouragement, Timmy quickly found her clitoris and rubbed it. Streaks of pleasure shot through Lucy and she jerked her hips as the feelings forced her to do so. Oh, this was something!
It was only a few minutes before Timmy was probing father. He was pleased at the wetness that he found and he ran his finger up and down the slit, parting the curly hair.
When he stabbed at her vagina, though, Lucy wasn't ready for it. He lifted her off the couch, to get some room for his hand and he poked one finger into her.
"Oh!"
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing. It's just that no one has ever done that before. That's all."
"No one? I'm the first? Good, I like cherry."
Lucy was pleased with herself that she was a virgin for him. She had never wanted a boy so much. Even though Roseann had told her about how good it was and told her that she did it as often as she could.
That time, however, was past. Lucy was getting more curious with the days, and when she saw Timmy, she wondered if he was the way that Roseann talked about her lovers. She wanted him to be that way.
Her curiosity was getting the better of her. She was an only child, and she never saw her father undressed. She had never seen a real cock. She hesitated for only a moment as she pulled the zipper on his jeans down. He seemed very happy that she was doing it, and that encouraged her.
"Take him out."
"Just like this?"
"Just pull him out of my shorts until he's all the way out."
Lucy was surprised by the heat of his flesh. She had never imagined that it could be that hot. It was thick and red, too. She worked it out of his pants and was mesmerized, watching it emerge. It was long and thick.
When she finally succeeded in getting the whole of his cock in her hands, out of his pants, she was staring at nine inches of cock. It was thicker than her hand could encircle and there was a bead of liquid on the tip. It was whitish and filled the hole in the head.
Lucy used both her hands to touch and rub Timmy's cock. Roseann had told her all about how to do it and she found it coming very easily and naturally to her. She liked the feeling of the hard flesh under the smooth skin.
Timmy was beginning to piston his hips towards her ringed hands. He was almost lifting himself off the couch as he thrust himself at Lucy's grasp. Lucy tightened her hands and Timmy moaned with the pleasure that he was feeling.
"Lucy, you know how to handle a guy's dick."
Lucy didn't have time to answer, because as he was driven higher by her manipulations, he thrust his finger into her vagina and Lucy was seeing lights and stars. She had never experienced this feeling, the insertion, the sensation of being impaled. It was exciting!
"Lucy, come on. This is silly. Let's get some real action in."
As he said the words, for some reason, Lucy thought about her mother. Okay. She accused me of being a bad person. She never said anything about boys, directly, but the look was in her eyes. Okay, Mom, now I will be bad, and do this with him!
Lucy didn't resist. She let Timmy pull her pants off and her panties. Then he pulled his pants off and they both had bare bottoms. She was more fascinated by the sight of his cock, sticking out from his body this way. His sac was firm and large and Lucy could not help herself as she touched it.
"You don't have to be that careful."
"I just don't want to hurt you."
This was no time to talk. Timmy pulled Lucy to him and underneath him on the couch. She saw that there was the picture window just over the couch. Someone could see in.
"Timmy, can we lie on the floor?"
Timmy misunderstood and thought that she was referring to the mess that there might be.
"Sure, I should have thought about it."
They got to the floor and the pepper-and-salt carpet felt a bit rough on her. Still, Lucy had little time to worry. Timmy positioned her underneath him and she felt his hard cock pressing into her thigh.
Timmy managed to get his prick into position, just at the outside of her tight pussy, and spread the lips with his fingers. The size of his bulbous head looked huge against the small opening of her body. Lucy could not see it, but she was beginning to feel the stretching of her vagina.
Timmy pushed and the tight walls gave way to the first phallus they had ever experienced. His strength and his desire were great and her need matched his. The lubrication from her eager body helped ease Timmy into her tight channel without too much discomfort to her.
Both were excited and desperate to go on with the action and, as Timmy thrust against her maidenhead, Lucy was almost unaware, save a small discomfort. She stopped thrusting back at him, but Timmy was so enraged by desire that he did not stop. His cock tore through her membrane and Lucy grabbed onto his shoulders as the quick pain stabbed at her.
Timmy was too involved with what he was doing to notice Lucy's reaction, but he felt her fingernails cutting into his shoulders. The pain was gone, but the good feelings were dimmed by the pain. It took Lucy a few moments to regain her feeling of passion and need.
"Is anything wrong?"
"No. I just felt a sharp pain. It still hurts a little."
Timmy smiled and there was a delighted grin on his face.
"That was your cheery. Now I've got it."
Lucy felt relieved to know that it was all over and the way that Timmy had spoken had gotten her excited again. The good feelings started to return and she continued with her movements.
Together they climaxed higher and higher. Lucy was completely lost in the feelings running through her body.
"Hey, you may have been a virgin, but you sure know how to grind."
"Is that what I'm doing? I just know that it feels good."
Timmy put his head against Lucy's neck and set to fucking her. He couldn't take any more fooling around. He was about to explode! He humped his hips up and down, driving his thick cock into her vagina.
Lucy was confused with the feelings running through her. All she knew was that they felt good, and she wanted them to continue. There was something that was driving her onward. There was a distinct and different kind of itching that she was experiencing.
Each time she rubbed herself on Timmy, she could feel the itching getting worse. She was trying to scratch it with his cock and the scratching only made the need worse. Lucy's teeth were set on edge and she frowned in concentration.
"Lucy, I'm getting close to coming. Where are you?"
"I don't know. I just know that I don't want to stop."
Timmy was pleased to know that she was close to coming. He added some strength to the thrusts and increased his speed.
With the increase in strength and speed, Lucy was lost as the sensations piled one on the other and she was out of control. She thrust her body against Timmy's, but could not capture the rhythm. She kicked and humped her bottom, but still, the design escaped her.
"Timmy, something terrible is happening! I can't take it!"
"Relax and come! I can't hold out!"
As Timmy spoke, Lucy felt a surge and then she was lost in her orgasm. The pleasure dipped and peaked and her fingertips were tingling. She thrust her body frantically against Timmy to get all the feeling she could.
When Timmy felt the strong contractions of the tight opening, he knew that he would come soon. He thrust after his own orgasm and then, in a flash, a wild light filled his head and he was lost in shoving into Lucy's cunt.
He grunted as the semen shot out of him. Again and again he arched his back and thrust his hips with the message that was written at the beginning of time. He was giving and receiving at the same time.
Lucy tugged and scratched at Timmy as he emptied his sac into her. She was completely involved with her orgasm, but the shot of liquid brought about a thrill that left her weak.
At the time that Lucy was involved with the act of copulation, she was not thinking about her mother or her revenge. She was only conscious of the need inside her and the drive to fulfill that need. She thumped herself against Timmy with that need and only when the two were spent did the wildness cease.
Timmy collapsed on Lucy. He was out of breath. He had expended a great deal of energy in this defloration.
Slowly he managed to speak and when he did, he was smiling again.
"Lucy, you can fuck!"
Lucy heard the words through a fog of serenity. She smiled, but did not open her eyes. She was lost in the feeling and did not want to let it go.
Lucy opened her eyes, but, now, all she saw was the rain. That wonderful episode had happened months ago, and she hadn't had a boy since. She realized that her panties were wet.
Many of the girls were away for the weekend. Some had gone home, but most of them had gone on small weekend trips. The older girls were with their boyfriends and she was jealous of the fact that they were probably fucking.
Lucy sat on the bed and put her hand to her pussy. She wanted to have a boy. No, not a boy, just a cock. She wanted to feel what she felt when Timmy was inside her. At night, she would lie in bed, dreaming that it was happening to her again.
Instead of the thick cock, however, it was her own fingers. She would thrust them in and out of her tender body, but all she ever experienced was a half-hearted orgasm that left her calm for the moment, but never satisfied.
She thought back to the scene after she fucked with Timmy. He had taken her into the bathroom and after she cleaned up, they talked.
Lucy had asked Timmy to wear silence and he said that he would. Not even to his sister. However, Lucy doubted that, and figured that she would tell Roseann herself.
The tears began to well up in her eyes as she told her friend her parents were sending her away. She got out a few sentences when Roseann burst into a cheer. Lucy was hurt and confused.
"You want me to go away?"
"No, silly. But being on your own without your parents is just great."
"I won't be alone. There'll be some authority."
"Oh, Lucy, there's always a way to get around that."
"How?"
"I wonder if I could get my folks to let me go. That would be great!"
Suddenly, the gloom of the sentence was lifting for Lucy. There was some hope for her banishment. That would kill her parents if they knew that Roseann was going to the same school.
"Do you think that you could?"
"I'm just thinking of all those guys around."
"This is a girls' school."
"I didn't say boys, I said guys. It doesn't matter how old a guy is. It still works!"
Lucy wouldn't think about other men. She was content with Timmy. The only idea that excited her was the thought of Roseann coming with her.
"Roseann, when do you think that you could come?"
"As soon as we could get everything settled."
Lucy left Roseann's house that afternoon feeling more secure. She wasn't that terribly frightened anymore. She did not feel abandoned. Her friend would be coming with her. But she wouldn't tell her parents.
When she got home, her father and mother were in the living room. There was an anxious look on their faces, and Lucy took great pleasure in appearing calm.
"I think that boarding school is a good idea.
It will give me a chance to become more independent."
She spoke very little to her parents during the next two weeks. There was still one part of her that did not want to go. She was a little frightened as to what it would be like. And Roseann could not possibly be there for a few months.
And now, here she sat, three months after she had arrived, and no Roseann. Without her friend, Lucy shrank into the corner, and could not think about approaching boys. Even when they had mixers it was too much for her to go up to a boy. When they talked to her she was shy and couldn't talk.
As she masturbated, she thought about Timmy and the thick flesh that he had thrust into her. She imagined that it was happening again, and as she manipulated herself into a weak orgasm, she felt the shot of semen he poured into her.
She lay back on her bed, thinking about Roseann and her promise to come. She was very hurt that she had not heard from her in the past few weeks, and the last time they had spoken, Roseann had never mentioned coming.
All she wanted to do right now was cry. She felt more relaxed for the small orgasm, but that didn't help the situation.
Lucy had made one friend, but she was conscious of being "out of her class" with most of them. Lucy always thought of herself as simple in taste and needs. These girls were going to Europe for the summer and on sophisticated trips.
She sighed and lay down. Maybe she could take a nap. Just stop all the feelings and the ideas. Being fourteen and away from home isn't easy. She was lonely!
The thoughts drifted in and out of her consciousness as the desired sleep took over. She fell asleep with a frown on her face. She would dream about how she wanted it to be, not as it was.
CHAPTER TWO
Alex Drysdale smiled to himself as he drove his car through the rain. He was on his way to pick up one of his students, Vera Merrill. This was the fifth time that they were meeting on the weekend and every encounter had been extremely successful.
Most people considered Alex younger than he was. He was one of that breed who look young for a long time and as they do begin to show age it's by no means in keeping with the truth.
He wore his hair long, and parted to the side. There was a tinge of gray in it, but it was flecked throughout. Most people would judge him at thirty years old. At forty-four, that pleased him.
Teaching suited him. He did not like physical labor, and found that he had no talent for, mechanics. He had gone through college half-heartedly and had married while still in college. Marian, his wife, went into teaching, but into the elementary grades.
At the moment, she made good money at the local elementary school and she was in charge of the Scout operation. Most of the meetings were on Saturdays.
That however, did not bother Alex. Had his wife been home on Saturdays, he would manage some other day for his rendezvous. If there was one thing about Alex, it was that he was the master of himself. He never got ruffled, and it had become a bit of an initiation into one of the girls' clubs in the school to try to get him so. To date, no one had succeeded.
Alex had been teaching at Gerrard for almost eight years. He had come highly recommended, and since he'd gone after a Masters, he was most valuable. The school could boast of his attractive credentials.
There were two subjects he taught. His basic love was History, but on occasion he would take on the History of Art, too. This was basically an art course, but he enjoyed the research that he had to do for the course.
It was more than two years ago that Alex made up his mind about getting Vera into bed. She was only fourteen, and he could hardly make the move for fear that she could not respond in the way he desired.
Now, however, Vera had blossomed into a charming sixteen-year-old lady, and the change was no less startling than that of the caterpillar to the butterfly. She had been pretty, but now she was beautiful. And Alex knew that she would be even more beautiful when she entered her twenties.
The first rendezvous had been tricky, since there was little chance that they could be together in the way he wanted on the grounds. There were tree clusters and the old sun house, but it was still a bit early for that kind of thing. Instead, they had met in the lounge for a time or two, and he had managed to get the idea across to her that he was interested in her beyond that as a student.
Vera had looked at him frankly and smiled. She had a strong understanding in her eyes.
"You would prefer that we get to know each other off the school grounds, is that right?"
"I think you have it right. You're quite a mature girl."
"So I've been told."
Alex eyed her exciting figure. The uniform could make a bathing beauty look flat and fat, but he could see the possibilities in this girl. The uniform was designed for decent girls who were interested in study and sports.
Even though the skirt was down to her knees, Alex could see a bit higher when he taught class. Most of the girls did not observe the rule of keeping feet flat on the ground, and when they crossed their legs in was easy to see all the way up.
On bad days for Alex, he had a hard time keeping himself in check. There were some days when he needed a good lay early in the morning. Marian would be involved with the kids and her own classes and he considered taking one of the girls back into an empty classroom with him.
Instead, he would fight the urge, and would get strained during the classes that he was teaching. It never got to the point where he lost his temper. In one year, however, something happened and it changed all that.
Her name was Ruby and she was what the school called, "incorrigible." Had it not been for the fact that her parents were wealthy, the school would have recommended that she be placed in a home.
Ruby had flaming red hair, the reason for her name. She was attractive, but not beautiful. Her eyes were deep blue and there was always a spark in them. It was a mischievous look and usually caught the attention of all the male staff. It had been mentioned that it caught the attention of any man that Ruby encountered.
It had been one of those days when Alex was feeling particularly horny, and he could not help notice Ruby. She was a senior in his class and she was sitting with her legs extended to the desk in front of her. She was holding her legs open and Alex found it almost impossible to concentrate on what he was teaching.
He found himself looking at her almost exclusively and she was giving him the look back. During the last fifteen minutes, he was teaching a particular point about American History and Ruby licked her lips in a most obvious manner.
Alex stammered and almost lost the aplomb for which he was noted. He could almost feel her tongue on his cock and it started to grow. He sat down at his desk!
Ruby would not let go of him with her eyes. She smiled knowingly as he sat at his desk and finally, Alex dismissed the class early. Ruby was the last to leave and she walked over to him.
"Mr. Drysdale, I have a question for you." Trying to keep his voice steady, Alex avoided looking up. "What is it?"
"You horny enough to fuck?"
Alex was shocked into looking up and when he did, Ruby had her skirt lilted to show that she was wearing only a flimsy pair of panties. He felt his cock get harder and he couldn't think clearly.
"You seemed pretty hot when you were trying to teach. I thought I could help."
"You'll be late for your next class."
"Who cares? I'll tell them that I was asking you some questions and that we got carried away."
She laughed and went into the small cubbyhole that served as a cupboard for the class supplies. She took off her stockings and panties and held her skirt up around her waist.
"Well, come on."
Alex was blinded by the need he felt and he hobbled into the cupboard area where she was waiting for him. She undid his trousers rather quickly and before he realized what was happening, she was squirming on top of his cock.
She was very experienced and she squeezed herself over his throbbing cock, and in no time, he found himself shooting into her. He muffled his cry of pleasure in her chest and pumped into her until he was done.
Ruby worked herself over him, even after he came until she was writhing in a similar type of pleasure. Then, in just an instant, she was off him and tidying up. She replaced her panties and her stockings and started to leave.
Alex was shocked, but not enough to be casual about this. This one action would be enough to terminate his employ.
"Ruby, you will keep this to yourself."
"Do you want me to?"
"I would think that would be best."
"Okay. I just thought I would tell the girls who wanted to know if you were a good lay."
"What girls?"
"The others in the class."
Ruby caught the incredulous look on Alex's face and started to laugh.
"You mean you thought they were all virgins?"
"Of course, that is none of my business."
"They would like it to be. You're one of the most attractive teachers here."
Alex found it difficult to believe what he was hearing, but Ruby just kept on talking.
"There are other teachers who go in for this sort of thing. They like it a lot and so do the girls. There aren't many boys around, anyway."
As she spoke, Ruby took a forbidden cigarette from her waistband and lit up. She was very casual about everything. But then it was hardly likely that Mr. Drysdale was about to turn her in.
"I prefer men to boys, but some of the girls do it just because there aren't any kids around."
"I find that hard to believe."
"No it's not. Just look around. Most of the girls know when you're horny. We kid about your wife not giving it to you."
Ruby had been right. In almost every class, but especially with the older girls, he could find one girl looking at him with more than just passing interest.
As it happened, Alex never spent an uncomfortable day after that. He was careful about approaching the girls, but Ruby spread the word around, and only those who were serious about wanting action reacted to his vague inquiries about their health.
Until she graduated, Ruby was much a steady for Alex, but she put other girls onto his needs and he had a steady flow of young lovelies to satisfy. Vera was special though.
He had begun to have affairs with the students about a year after the initial break-through time of just class time fucking. He met one girl that he found very interesting as a person, and they saw each other off campus for some time. She graduated and went to college and they promised to write.
Vera was a precocious girl. She was sixteen, and a senior. She was one of the brighter girls and Alex hadn't figured on her for being interested in this kind of activity. When they had been together for some project or other, he had begun to be interested in her and started to show it.
Alex was a bit surprised when she returned the interest and they had made plans to meet outside school. Vera was from across the country and she had no close relatives here. However, there was one place where they could meet, though it was a bit dangerous for Alex.
Several of the girls in the same predicament had gotten together to solve the problem. They had pooled their resources and rented an apartment several miles from school. Money was usually no problem to most of these girls.
The apartment was used by the girls and they set up a pretty strict schedule. Most of them didn't mind if the other girls met the boyfriend they were sleeping with, but there were several of the girls who were fucking some of the staff, and it wasn't considered safe to let everybody know about it.
It was always possible that you could have a fight with one of the girls who knew about the affair and then, there might be trouble. So, silence was maintained.
Alex met Vera here in the early afternoon. He would pick her up on a comer and they would drive. Vera had the key for the place, and they would be alone for about two hours. Sometimes, depending on the schedule, and Alex's schedule, they could spend more time together.
The rain was beating down harder as Alex stopped the car, hoping that Vera wasn't that wet. He didn't want her to catch cold. He was beginning to look forward to this rendezvous quite a bit.
Vera was waiting and smiled as he opened the car door. She ran around to the side and squished into the car. She was quite wet.
"Hi, hon. Gosh, you're awfully wet."
There was a twinkle in her eye.
"I know. I better get these things off."
Then they kissed. She looked fetching in her short skirt and boots. Her hair was damp, but it only enhanced the flat curls that were plastered around her face. Her cheeks were bright red from the occasional, but brisk wind.
Alex drove as quickly as was safe and they were inside in less than ten minutes. There was hardly a soul on the streets, and Alex was grateful for that. The apartment was in a secluded part of the neighborhood, and it was unlikely that anyone would connect him with the school.
When they were inside, he turned to her and took her in his arms. She came to him very willingly and they embraced.
"We can do better than that, can't we?"
Immediately, Alex felt the need in him spring to the fore and he pressed his hardness against Vera. She smiled in recognition of his "problem" and turned out of his arms to undress.
Alex liked to watch her undress. She had a slim body, but her hips curved more than one would expect with her proportions. Her breasts were firm and small, but beautiful.
Vera was young, but she knew that this part of their afternoon was pleasing to Alex. She was slow when she knew that he was watching her.
She unbuttoned the blouse she was wearing and slowly edged it over her shoulders. She smiled at Alex innocently and she enjoyed the look of desire that he wore.
She had to wear a bra as part of school regulations, but it was small as could be. The lace along the cups accented the softness of her flesh and Vera made the most of working with the bra on.
Alex was aware that his pants were strangling him, and he made a move to undress. Vera came over to him and began to help him. She paid the most attention to his pants and took care with the unzipping. She reached inside for his cock and as soon as she had him out she kissed the tip of his hot penis.
When her lips touched him he moaned from the sheer pleasure.
"Oh, Vera, you drive me crazy!"
"I hope so."
Vera was very understated and she enjoyed' the game they played when they were together. She was quite a bit more mature than most of the girls at the school. She gave one the impression that she was an adult doing a paper on secondary education and that was the only reason why she was in this school.
Vera was bare except for her bra and she took pleasure in undressing Alex. He touched her frequently as she undressed him, but she did not allow him to hold her down until she was finished. She was quite a tease when she wanted to be, and today, she wanted to be.
"Alex, don't be crude and quick. We have time."
"You tease! I'll make you pay for this!"
"I hope so."
They were near the bed in the room and they fell onto it. Alex's cock felt as though it was going to explode. He wanted to bury it inside her young body.
"Come on. I have to give it to you first. Vera. A quick one. Then we can play."
"You mean that you want to fuck? Just like that?"
Alex knew that she was teasing him. Only this time, she was doing it with words. He wouldn't let her. He grabbed her and unhooked her bra. She let him and fell into his arms as her breasts, freed, fell softly onto his chest.
At "the touch of the lovely orbs, Alex was fired even more. He wanted to kiss them and squeeze them. He began to manipulate the nipple of one while he took the other into his mouth.
This time, it was Vera's turn to be thrilled. She loved the things that they did together. She let him suck and reveled in the pleasure. Though she wanted to tease him for a bit, she could not deny the feelings that were building in her body.
As he licked and kissed, Vera became very excited, knowing his destination. He had put her against the mattress and was traveling the length of her body with his lips. He would stop two thirds of the way down to begin his second-favorite activity.
As he readied the fuzzy area, he parted her lips with his own. He thrust his tongue into her warm flesh and Vera cooed as she felt the stab of pleasure.
"Alex, that feels good! I love that!"
Alex thanked her for the compliment by circling her clitoris again and again. He knew that he was thrilling her a great deal when he did this. It was his super treatment for her. He licked her lavishly and drank up the juices that flooded from the stimulation.
Getting lower in her pussy, he stuck his tongue in her vagina. He pushed all the way in, as he hardened his tongue. He felt the muscles quiver with pleasure and increased his movements. This time Vera began to writhe on the bed and he had to hold onto her hips to secure her.
As he held her down. Vera squirmed more and more, and finally she clutched his head in her hands, forcing him into her pussy, wetting his face completely.
"Alex, lick me!" .
Alex complied with her demands and drank up her nectar as she came. He was pleased that she had come so soon. This told him that she was very hot today and that their lovemaking would be super.
Finally, the strains of the supernatural music stopped and Vera relaxed her grip on her lover. She smiled down at him and he quickly kissed her clitoris very chastely. Then he merely relaxed in his position. He was eager to have his needs tended to.
Vera did not have to be asked to cater to him. She reached out and encircled his hips, taking his cock close to her lips. She brushed the tip with her lips and tongued gently. Alex moaned, desperate to get more. He pushed his hips toward her, but she resisted until she was ready to accept him.
Little by little, Vera opened her lips and took more of his cock. Inch by inch, the rod disappeared into her mouth. The red and veined staff was throbbing with desire! His scrotum was close to her lips and he longed to have them stroked and licked, but he knew that this would be futile.
Vera was deliberate and decided in her actions. She would not do something that she was not ready to handle. In her own time, she would do everything to him. She was a good lover.
Vera took one hand and traced a figure eight on his sac, tickling him as she went along. However, at this height of his excitement, it was no mere tickling, but sheer titillation. The touch of her fingernails on his skin was maddening to him, and he longed to stuff his cock into her throat.
Alex was torn between closing his eyes and enjoying the sensuous feeling, and watching this beauty sucking his cock. Both were exciting to him and he usually wound up watching her until the last moment.
The feelings built into a near crescendo and Alex forced himself to stay calm. He didn't want to come this way the first time. The next time, that would be just fine. Right now, however, he would make her come again. With his cock, this time, however.
"Enough darling. I want to fuck you properly."
Vera was loathe to let go before she was finished with the diversion. She was enjoying the feel of the glans, soft against her palate, teasing the sensation from her. She did not want to let go until he had given her some cream for her trouble.
"Let go. Come on, baby!"
Alex could be firm. He would not become enraged, but he would merely insist about what he wanted. He wanted to fuck her, and he wanted it now. Very gently, he disengaged her mouth from his penis and brought himself up to her level on the bed.
Now was the moment that Alex had been waiting for. He seized Vera in his arms and held her close. He kissed her lips and savored the flavor of his body on them. He looked into her lovely eyes and began to search for her tight opening.
They held the gaze while Alex fitted his cock against her vagina and began the penetration. He loved to look into her eyes as he did this. He could read the reactions that he loved to see. Each time he thrust, she would narrow her eyes.
Coupled with narrowed eyes, Vera would moan very low as she recognized the possession of her body, the joining of their bodies in this act. Slowly, as the penetration was accomplished, Vera would begin to grimace with the pleasure that she was experiencing.
Alex jabbed harder at her, and the couple shared the burst of pleasure that followed the thrust. Again, then once more, Alex ground his penis into her and Vera responded by thrusting her hips up against his body.
The thrills that shot through the two of them were indescribable. As the couple rocked on the bed, Alex buried himself and they began some very serious fucking. Alex was hot from the tender and sensuous tending that she'd given him with her mouth and he would not be able to last very long.
Vera loved this time. They were lost in each other and she was totally possessed by this huge phallus. She loved the feelings that were coursing through her as he plunged deeper and deeper.
"I can never get enough, Vera!"
"I hope not. I never want you to stop what we're doing."
Alex kissed Vera deeply on the mouth and she threw her legs over his back, high in the air. She was able to rock against the bony part of his pubic bone and further stimulate her clitoris.
Alex had taught her this trick, but not because she would feel better in it. He loved the greater depth that he could accomplish in this position. He felt as though he had her completely in his will in this position. He was in total possession when they loved this way.
Vera tightened her vagina on his penis and sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. She had done this unconsciously, but as she realized the reaction that Alex had to it, she began to do it deliberately. Besides making him feel better, it gave her an extra boost toward the goal.
Time was short! Alex was close to coming and he wanted to make sure that she came first.
"Honey, I want to make you come. I'm so hot that I don't believe it!"
"Just keep fucking me the way you are."
Alex tried to hold himself down while he plowed into her. He tried to think of something else and save his erection. But the more he tried, the harder Vera worked to get to her own orgasm. She was twisting all over his cock and humping her hips wildly. It was going to be impossible at this speed.
"Vera, I can't hold out! Easy!"
"Don't tell me what to do! I'm almost there, so just fuck me!"
He recognized the heat in her and gave his all. He thrust into her without stopping, and try as he may, he was unable to hold out. He held his breath and tried to remain calm, but he never could do that when he was coming!
"I can't help it! I'm starting!"
Vera didn't answer. The shot of liquid burst into her and it boosted her to her own orgasm. As the precious cream flooded her, she felt the last necessary stroke, the petting, the scratching that had to be, and gave in.
She screamed and clutched Alex tightly. The wildest feelings were rocketing through her body and she could not contain them without verbal expression. She twisted and locked her legs around him.
There was little need to lock onto him because in his heat and delight Alex was pounding Vera into the mattress unmercifully. He could no more control his actions than fly as a bird. He was bound to react as the primitive need forced him to. He pounded out that ancient rite that had kept the species alive.
They crescendoed together, and rode out the fantastic flight during the episode. Then the feelings dimmed and the ecstasy died, and they came back to earth, lying together on the bed, locked still, in each other's arms.
Alex flopped on top of Vera as he came down from his high. He was exhausted and wanted to rest. He was breathing heavily and needed the rest. He knew that he must be heavy on top of her, but Vera held him there. She liked the added contact.
He smiled at her, too weak to do much more. He was satisfied for the moment, and finally he rolled off, prostrating himself on the bed next to her. Vera curled against his side and lay there, saying nothing. The rain was still pounding against the windows and it was a lovely after-feeling.
Vera spoke.
"You make Saturdays so nice."
"Are you sure?"
"Don't be dumb. You can't think that I would prefer to read a book or go to a basketball game?"
Alex saw the twinkle in her eyes and swatted her playfully on the rump.
"It's a shame you're so bright. I should flunk you in class for that smart-ass remark."
"I guess that you'll have to punish me in another way, won't you?"
Something clicked in Alex's head and he grew a glimmer of mischief in his own gaze.
"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing. It was just a silly something to say. That's all."
They returned to their restful positions, and Alex glanced at his clock. They did not have much time left. He would have to get some more loving in before their time was up. And then, he wouldn't see her for another week.
That is, he wouldn't see her naked and lying with her legs open. He would see her every day in school, dressed like the other girls, wearing those ugly shoes. Even in that outfit, though, Vera was easy to pick out. She was something special!
Alex could not get her remark out of his head. Punish her? That might be interesting. The bad school girl. How interesting. But, for another time, definitely.
Alex turned to Vera and kissed her. He could feel the stirrings in his body and he was loathe to leave without gaining possession of her at least twice. He would dream about that lovely young body all week.
CHAPTER THREE
Lucy was sitting in her room, without the light, even though it was getting dark. She was still pretty low and the weather had not cleared up. She did not look forward to dinner in the dining room, almost alone, and then an evening of some records and television.
On weekends, they were allowed to wear their own clothes, but even these were regulated. Slacks were only allowed during a corresponding activity, such as sports.
Otherwise, the dress was a skirt and blouse. The blouse had to be loose, but they weren't that strict on how loose. Lucy was a bit shocked when she saw the bosoms on some of the older girls, and the way they displayed them.
Lucy was still too knew to know how to get around rules. She had come here thinking that this was a strict school, and that was the reason she was here. Her parents wanted her to "straighten out." To Lucy, it was more a prison than anything else.
Lucy thought about what Roseann said about there being other men in such a school, even though there were no boys. She knew the male teachers, but they seemed so prim and proper. Only one, Mr. Gallows, the English teacher, looked at the girls openly.
Why, one day, Lucy was shocked to see him talking to one of the girls quite openly and he seemed to be saying suggestive things. The girl laughed and winked and Lucy thought that she must be mistaken about what they were saying.
Nevertheless, she did catch him looking her way. She was in school only a few weeks when she was working on an English composition in the day room. Mr. Gallows came in. He looked around and when he saw Lucy, he looked very long and hard.
He was looking at her breasts, and her legs, and she found herself getting a bit embarrassed. She was blushing and he saw that she was. He smiled, but there was something she could not read in his eyes. He was watching her legs and traveling up her legs to her thighs and panties with his eyes. She felt almost naked in front of him.
Then something else happened to Lucy. She became excited by what she was experiencing. She found her panties getting wet from the desires running through her. It had been months since any boy had touched her and after her first experience with sex she wanted more.
Much as she thought about this, it did not help her now. She was alone in her room and dinner was about an hour away. There was nothing that she wanted to do. Well, there was one thing she wanted to do, but it was impossible without help. She sat in the chair and crossed her legs, Indian fashion, put her chin in her hand and sulked.
Downstairs, Ed Gallows was parking his car. He had been careful about checking on Lucy. He had gotten hold of the list of those on leave from the school for the weekend, and saw that Lucy's name was missing. Good, she was here.
Ed was not very old. He was along in his early fifties, but he managed to keep himself very well. He liked clothes and chose them well for himself. He was very careful about his dress and his grooming.
He did not approach all the girls. He had learned just which ones were vulnerable to him. He liked the younger ones, too. He taught Freshman English, fortunately, and he got to know all the young girls.
He thought that he recognized the signs in Lucy Granger that first day in his class, but he couldn't be sure. So he bided his time. Let her get used to the routine here and if she was right for him, she would be even riper for his plucking.
She looked discontent, and he had heard the faculty discussing her. Something about her parents not being able to cope with her sudden wildness. She had been such a good girl all this time, and not ever any trouble from her.
But, as she got involved with this new girl on the block, this wild thing, Lucy just followed right along. Her parents did not say just what the wildness included, but merely that they could not control her anymore.
Lucy had taken to coming in at terrible hours. No doubt, this other girl was responsible for it, but there was no other way to deal with it. This other girl's parents were obviously very permissive with her and they were no recourse for the Grangers.
They could not talk to their daughter and finally, they made application for Lucy at the school. It was the middle of the year, but her parents pjeaded with the school, and they decided to allow her to come along.
This sounded interesting to Ed. He smoothed his hair, and walked up the front stairs of the residence. Faculty was allowed in the school-dormitory building whenever it was necessary. The teacher's lounge was on the ground floor and the classrooms were scattered throughout the first to the third floors.
There was another dormitory building. That one, however, was new and considered a privilege for older girls. The juniors and seniors lived there.
Ed Gallows would just say that he was in the building to do some work on the tests coming up. Even though he had an alibi for many years, no one had ever challenged him yet. Perhaps it was the precise way in which he chose the girls. Not one of them had ever made a complaint.
Most people, looking at this man would think he was a dedicated teacher, coming in on Saturday to do extra work, perhaps for the students who had a hard time with the regular work. His tweed jacket, with the leather patches, gave him a very respectable appearance.
No one was in the main hall as he entered, and he strode up to the second floor to his room. He did some work for a few moments, but he could not keep his mind off what he wanted to do. He could feel the pressure against his trousers and knew that he had better be getting upstairs.
Ed was a thorough man. He had noted that Lucy's roommate was out for the weekend. There would be no one to contend with. Once he was in the room there would be no problems.
As he neared the blank, but sturdy door, Ed listened for sounds. He heard nothing, and cursed, thinking that she might be involved with one of the activities available for rainy days.
He knocked and heard no response. He was cursing his luck, but then decided to open the door slowly and look in. There was Lucy, in the chair, with her hands in her lap.
Instantly, he figured that he had interrupted her masturbating. There was such a look of melancholy on her face, however, that he quickly put that thought aside.
"Hello, Lucy. Did I disturb you?"
"Hello, Mr. Gallows. No."
The gloom was in her voice and Ed felt more secure than ever. He came over and sat by her.
"Is anything wrong?"
"Nothing, I suppose. And, everything."
"Would it help to talk?"
"I don't know. I guess."
Ed settled himself more comfortably on the bed and opened his jacket. He watched her, trying to hold his erection down.
"I just realized that this is Saturday and you're here. I didn't know that teachers came to school on Saturday."
"Not all. But, then, many of us find it necessary to complete all the course work that is required of us. You see, Lucy, teaching is not as easy as you think."
Lucy was taken by his words. She just listened to what he was saying about tests and how he thought that she was doing well for someone who was uprooted in midterm.
"Incidentally, that was one thing that I wanted to talk to you about."
"What is that?"
"We don't usually have someone transfer into the school at this time of the year. Have you been in trouble?"
Lucky looked up at him and he thought she seemed frightened. He didn't want to play the heavy, as that would not suit the role he was attempting.
"Come now. I am not here to interrogate you. It is just that I think that you could do better in your grades, and when I find a student like you who is producing work that is not her best, I try to find out why."
"I guess I'm not concentrating."
"Perhaps there's something that we could take care of, and dispatch with. You know, get it out of the way."
"I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Gallows."
"For one thing, why are you here? You don't seem to like the school."
"I don't! I am beginning to hate it!"
Lucy got out of the chair and walked to the window. The rain was still falling only it was less forceful. She was talking more to herself than to Ed Gallows.
"I thought it would be all right, otherwise I never would have come. But, then, what choice did I have? My parents would have forced me."
"Sure, I guess that I could have stayed at home, but they would have forced me to stay in school and I would never get out. They thought that I did some terrible things. And it wasn't true!"
"What things?"
"Just things. No, I'll tell you. They thought that I was going with boys and doing all sorts of things."
"You mean like touching and kissing?"
"And worse. They looked at me as though I was screwing every one of the boys in the neighborhood."
Lucy was embarrassed after she had said that and she turned around to Mr. Gallows. Her face was red and she smiled weakly.
"I guess that I shouldn't have said that word. I'm sorry."
"Was it true?"
"No! It wasn't!"
"Then why did they think that?"
"Because I got friendly with this new girl. She's a couple of years older than me and she knew all the great places to go. We would talk about sex, I admit that, and she would tell me all about it, but I just didn't want to do it."
"You mean that you never once wanted to, well, do anything with these boys?"
"I don't mean that. I wanted to, sometimes, but none of the boys that she knew turned me on. Not until Timmy."
This was getting more interesting and Ed could feel his blood rise. He loved to hear about young kids making love.
"Who is Timmy?"
"This girl's brother. He's seventeen and I liked him from the first time we met. But, with me being so much younger, I didn't think that he would look at me. I mean, he can go out with the older girls."
"Sometimes, boys and men prefer younger girls."
"I found that out on the day my parents told me about this school."
"What happened to make you realize this?"
"It was just that he showed that he liked me. That's all."
"Did he do that with his body? Your body?"
Lucy began to blush and she looked away. It just didn't seem right to be talking about this to a male teacher in her room. Suddenly, the words that Roseann had spoken came back to her. There would be plenty of chances for sex besides going with boys.
Lucy felt a flush go through her, but this time, it wasn't because of any embarrassment. She was getting excited. She thought about how long it had been since she had been with Timmy. That had been the only time.
She decided to explore the possibilities. Why was he talking to her? There was no one around now either.
"Yes. Timmy did things to me that made me know he cared."
"What kind of things? Can you tell me?"
Ed was getting hot now. He was anticipating any details that he could get from Lucy. He was beginning to think that everything was falling into place.
The words, however, the dialogue, was something that he was very familiar with. Of course, there were other scenes, and different situations, but the ad lib part was small. He could get right in and get the answers and the reactions that narrowed the field for him.
"Well, he touched me in some private places. And he made me lie down."
Lucy walked over to the bed. She stayed out of reach from Ed, but she was looking at him. She could feel her panties growing wet and she wanted to get to whatever there was.
"Did he touch you there?"
Ed pointed to her crotch. Lucy looked straight at him and smiled at him.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"If I were Timmy, I would want to touch you there."
"Would you?"
"Yes."
Ed reached out for Lucy and she let him touch her skirt. Without taking his eyes from her face, Ed then went under her skirt and slipped his fingers inside the panty leg. He was rewarded by the gush of cream on his fingers.
"You must be very eager to do something. You're wet."
"I know what I want to do."
Ed took the cue and ran his fingers along her slit to her vagina. He thrust his two fingers into the opening and Lucy almost swooned with the feeling.
"It's been so long since anyone did that. Except myself."
"It's just not the same that way, is it, Lucy?"
"No. I want something in there. You know what, too."
Ed patted his hard crotch for emphasis as he replied to her remark.
"Lucy, I know all about it. I want it in there for you."
What happened next was quick. Lucy came to the bed as Ed pulled her down onto it. She let him pull her panties off and then, he took his large cock out of his trousers.
Lucy immediately seized the long prick, squeezing it, perhaps a bit too tightly. Ed moaned, but did not ask her to stop. He recognized the sheer spontaneity and he liked that. He could not bring himself to curb that fantastic characteristic of his newest girl.
Lucy was alive with all the passion that she had been using on herself. She wanted the fulfillment that she needed. She had been given an opportunity to have it months ago, and that was it. She was in desperate need of this release and she was not about to give it up.
Ed realized that he would have to act pretty fast to keep her interested. He wondered if she had ever experienced much oral sex. He doubted it, since young boys ten to go for the main event without any real foreplay.
Ed pulled Lucy's skirt up, and then he got down and began to lick her wet pussy. Lucy nearly shrieked from pleasure. It was something that she had never experienced before.
"Mr. Gallows!"
"Ed, please."
"Oh, Ed! Wow! I never felt anything like this!"
"Relax. There's more to come!"
Lucy tried to relax on the bed as Ed ground his face into her wetness. He was licking her clitoris and then, along the insides of the lips. Once he got very close to her vagina, he stuck his tongue way up.
"No! I can't take it!"
"You can take that and more. You'll see," Ed went back to his work. He was enjoying the taste of her pussy. He loved being the first one to teach them things. Not too many of the young ones, even, were virgins, however. He considered himself extremely fortunate to come across a cherry every so often.
Ed was thinking about giving it to her. He would have preferred it to be the first time, but he wasn't stupid. Lucy was by no means an ugly girl. Several guys had been after her and she said that one had been special.
"Did this Timmy put it into you?"
Lucy nodded her answer and pushed her head back against the mattress. She didn't want him to stop. Although Ed continued what he was doing, he was a bit disheartened. He would have liked to have had another cherry. They were getting more difficult to find.
Nevertheless, Ed was pleased by the reactions that he was getting from Lucy and he bent to his mouthing with some relish. He licked her clean, only to have her secrete more cream and his task would be cut out for him once more.
Lucy was holding onto his cock while he did this and he longed to feel it inside her. It had been so good with Timmy, that this would have to be at least as good. Maybe better. That could be, since she figured that Ed knew more than Timmy did.
"I love what you're doing, but I would love this in me even more."
Ed was a bit startled at her frankness, but he was delighted with her desires. He loved to screw and this would be a boon. That is, to have a young girl who loved it this much!
Ed was too much of a gentleman not to comply. He quickly stripped!
His cock was sticking out in front of him and he noted that he had not had as fine a cock-stand in some time. This might be the beginning of a lot of fun. When Lucy got older, she could graduate to-some of the other male teachers who preferred the older girls.
Lucy was a fetching sight. She was lying on the bed, her skirt pulled up on her chest, and her pussy exposed. The hair was matted from the licking and the wetness she had been coaxed to give up.
Lucy was wearing knee socks, and she pulled her legs up on the bed. She was the picture of the young temptress. She spread her knees wide and Ed got a good look at her pussy. He probed it with his fingers for a moment before he made his plunge.
He spread her lips and pushed his fingers in her opening. He was thrilled with the tightness. It would fit nicely around his cock.
Lucy waited impatiently for Ed to begin with his movements. She was anticipating the initial thrust, when the head would spread her wide and throw her into a paradise.
"Hey, don't make me wait! Get to it!"
Ed hastened to relieve her misery. He had been indulging in his own wishes up to that point, but now, he had sought to fill hers. He came down on top of her and used his hand to guide it into the tender channel. He was fitting it into the crevice when he felt Lucy's own hands, helping to get him further into her body.
She pulled her lips open and Ed went deeper, almost immediately. She was not about to wait for any fooling, and Ed was tickled by her eagerness. That was one reason why he preferred younger girls. Their enthusiasm!
Now that the entry was ready, Ed put his weight behind a thrust and as Lucy gasped at the penetration, forced his cock almost all the way. That had been some feat, considering how tight she was.
Lucy grabbed hold of Ed's shoulders and moaned her delight!
"You don't know how good this feels!"
"I'm delighted that you like it."
Ed was not in the mood for conversation, but he wanted to make her feel that he was there for her pleasure. He wanted to make sure that she was satisfied with his lovemaking. This could well be the start of a fantastic relationship for the next few years.
The thrill of having him inside her was more than she could have wished .for. She was lying on her bed, feeling him plunge into her, satisfying her needs in the only way they could be satisfied.
As the sensations grew stronger and stronger, Lucy began to moan. She was trying to concentrate on how it felt. She wasn't sure how long it would be before she got it the next time. She was beginning to understand that this was something very important to her, and she needed it. as surely as she needed air.
Ed was buried in her and he kept grinding his cock into her body. This gave her a great deal more stimulation than the stroking. This way, he would reach every nerve fiber in her body. He stroked and ground into her and he could feel the secretions building up on his cock.
Ed was really getting off at this point.
Lucy was thrusting her hips up at Ed, but she couldn't quite satisfy the feeling in her vagina. It was some kind of itch. Yes, it was like the first time with Timmy, but it was more intense this time. She had to fight against it, just to work with it.
Lucy fought against his body to get the most from it. She thrust herself as high on his cock as she could get herself. In this one act lay her salvation from the loneliness of this new life. She had been isolated, and she needed an outlet for her sadness and needed it more than anything.
The magic was working and Lucy began to feel the wild sensation of her orgasm. The mounting feelings in her increased till she thought that she would burst. Instead, she bit down on Ed's neck and came in a flood of expressions.
"Oh, no! It's better than the first time. It's too much!"
It was true. What had been merely fantastic was magnificent now. She was reeling from the intensity of her feelings, grabbing onto Ed's arms, and his back. In a fury, she grabbed hold of his ass cheeks and squeezed until Ed yelled a bit.
On his part, the feelings were building to a no-return point. He felt the wild crush of her tight vagina over his cock and knew that it was all over for him. He felt the painful grab on his ass and then he was shooting into her. He was thrusting mightily into her and pounding against the girl.
Together, they rocked the small bed, forcing the springs into actions, such as they had never before experienced. They bounded, and the bed bounced, and as they were about to finish off, they bounced onto the floor.
Even as they tumbled and thumped, Lucy did not once lose her grip and he stroked right up until the last of his sperm was spent. The lamp was knocked over in the fall, but nothing else seemed damaged.
There was no time to linger, however, this time. The noise had been louder than either of them had believed. They were lost in the passion that was still theirs and were not perceiving other sounds accurately.
As Ed lay there, with his shirttails up and his backside exposed, falling out of Lucy, he looked most indiscrete. He looked close to silly. He heard the steps down the hall coming closer. There was someone knocking on all the doors, and he heard the doors being opened. Someone had heard the crash and was looking for the damage.
"Oh, damn!"
"Is someone coming?"
"Yes. Let me get up. Never mind. Wait a minute. There's no way that I am going to get out of here before whoever it is comes in."
"I know. I will tell them that I was sleeping and that I fell on the floor in my sleep. I can say that I knocked the lamp off the table."
Lucy was fixing her skirt, and she hastened to right herself. She stuffed her panties under the pillow and sat on the bed. She pointed to the closet for Ed to hide in.
Just as he closed himself in, his pants in hand, Lucy heard a knock on the door.
"Yes, come in."
"We heard a crash. Was it in here?"
"I'm afraid so. I was sleeping, and in my sleep, I rolled off the bed. It never happened before."
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? That was quite a loud thump. It sounded as though there was a fight going in here."
"Oh, no, I was just clumsy, I guess."
"Well, I think that I ought to take a look at you, at least."
The matron came over to Lucy, and to her horror, Lucy noticed some stains on the bed. She was frantic, and she just slumped on the bed, to cover the spots. The matron became alarmed.
"Are you all right? What's the matter?"
"Oh, it's just that I feel a bit sick. You know, to my stomach."
At that, the matron, Miss Withers, became very flustered. She started talking, but more to herself than to Lucy.
"Oh, dear. A clear sign of a head injury. Oh, dear, if only I could remember my First Aid training. What should I do? Head up or down? Oh, dear."
Lucy stayed in her position. She could feel the semen beginning to run down her legs and she could not dare move. She figured that her skirt was wet and the bed underneath. There was no choice.
The matron kept refiguring solutions to the problem, and finally decided that the doctor must come.
"You stay right here. I will call and then I will be right back. I will be with you all the time, my dear. There's no need to worry."
As she went out of the room, Miss Withers called back some reassurances to Lucy.
"Now, don't you worry, my dear. The doctor will be here in just a moment."
As they heard the footsteps going down the hall, Ed crept out of the closet. He was white as a sheet. There was no explanation for being caught with his pants down in a girl's room. No acceptable one, that is.
"You better get out of here. But, I don't know what I'm going to do when the doctor gets here. The bed is wet!"
Lucy was using a stage whisper, and she was getting a bit frightened herself.
"Just lie there if they come in. The spots should dry in a little while."
"But, I've got to get back into my panties."
"You go ahead into the bathroom. She won't be back for a while, I would bet. She's very flustered."
Lucy raced into the bathroom and ran the water. She grabbed a washcloth and frantically washed herself. She had to wash away the telltale scent. The doctor would know that she had been fucking and there would be a lot of trouble. Still damp, Lucy ran back into the room, and jumped back on the bed. Just then, she remembered her panties under the pillow. She cursed under her breath and grabbed for them.
"Oh, no, I can't pull it on. I'm too damp! Oh, shit!"
The panties were resisting her dampness, and suddenly, Lucy caught her own telltale scent on her panties. She had to get a new pair. She threw hers off and into the bottom drawer. She searched frantically for a new pair.
She never kept her drawers very neat, and now she cursed herself for being so sloppy.
"Oh, everyone is right. My mother, too. I never keep a very neat place. Now it's going to get me in trouble!"
Lucy was close to tears as she heard some voices down the hall. They were rather far away, but she looked at Ed, and suddenly realized that he was still there.
"What are you doing here? You'll get me into trouble!"
"Nonsense. I will handle the whole matter."
Lucy was too frightened to care about him. She dug frantically into the drawer where her underpants should have been. In the last moment, she felt some elastic and pulled the things out. She grabbed them and hastily put her legs into the holes.
Lucy managed to get them up just in time, and as she jumped back onto the bed, she realized that they were on backward. Oh, hell. She would have to take it. The door opened and Miss Withers was with the weekend supervisor, Mrs. Arthur.
They both seemed very surprised to see Mr. Gallows.
"Oh, there you are. Miss Granger told me that you were down there calling the doctor. I heard the noise all the way down in my classroom. Came to see what the matter was."
The ladies began to melt to his charm, and Lucy began to breathe once more as they turned away from her to Mr. Gallows. She moved off the wet spots a bit, to give them a chance to dry, and prayed that they would before the doctor got there. Her rainy Saturday afternoon had gotten very exciting.
CHAPTER FOUR
As Vera walked back onto the school grounds, she saw the ambulance. She saw that it was parked in front of the school building, so that it couldn't be one of the older girls. Just the same, she quickened her pace to see what it was all about.
As she got to the door, she saw Mr. Gallows directing the traffic down the stairs of the building.
"All right, now, we will be inside the ambulance in just a moment, Lucy. Be calm."
Vera saw that new girl, Lucy Granger on a stretcher, but she couldn't understand the look on her face. She looked as though she were about to laugh. This couldn't be a gag, could it?
Another girl from her class had come over in the rain, and Vera walked up to her.
"Hey, Susie, what's going on?"
"I don't really know, but they say that this girl fell off her bed and banged her head on the floor."
"Oh, gee, is that why she looks so strange."
"Strange? In what way."
"Well, she looked as though she were going to laugh."
Susie smiled at Vera. She beckoned her over in a conspiratorial way.
"I understand that Mr. Gallows was doing some work in his second floor class room, and he heard the thump from the fourth floor. He has wonderful hearing, don't you think?"
"Where did they find him?"
"He was in the room when Miss Withers got back with Mrs. Arthur. The old biddies went for his story, but I don't believe it."
"You mean that he's up to something?"
"Up to something? Vera, you have to be blind not to know what he likes to do."
"What does he do?"
"Oh, wow. That's right. You transferred here after you started school. Well, let me tell you."
The ambulance was pulling away, and Mr. Gallows was in the back with Lucy. Miss Withers was to follow later on, should Mr. Gallows feel it necessary. Mrs. Arthur was herding the girls back into the school, getting them into dinner.
Vera and Susie walked back to their dorm to have dinner later on. One of their senior privileges was to have dinner after everyone else. They could have dinner anytime between four-thirty and six.
Since she had walked the distance back to the school grounds in the rain, Vera wanted a chance to change. She and Alex had to leave rather quickly, after their second encounter of the afternoon, and they didn't have time for a shower.
If there was one thing that Vera liked, it was a shower afterwards. She would have one and then go to dinner. The food was never that good anyway. There wasn't much to miss.
As they walked, Susie filled her in on what had been going on with Gallows.
"Oh, he likes the younger girls. He's been at it for as long as I've been here and as long as most of the girls know."
"How do you know?"
"Oh, when the girls get older, he drops them. Juniors are out of his league!"
They shared a laugh, but it had interested Vera, and she asked Susie more questions.
"Do the girls talk afterwards?"
"Well, I knew one of the girls. She graduated in my sophomore year, and you were just coming in. She had been one of his girls and he had stopped seeing her when she became a junior. Isn't that wild?"
"Why did she tell you?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe she was annoyed with him. Maybe he's got a really big one and she wanted more of it!"
Vera laughed, but she wondered to herself if anyone knew about Alex. She didn't want to be. the butt of jokes. They had reached the building, however, and they had to stop to take off their boots. It was a regulation for the sake of housekeeping.
"You know, Vera, I don't think that Lucy Granger had an accident. But I do think that she got a bang!"
Susie laughed herself silly, and went on into her room. Vera followed in the same direction, but seniors all had private rooms. That was another of the privileges afforded the ones who made it to the fourth year.
Walking down the rather quiet hallway, Vera thought about Alex and what they had done that afternoon. It was something that they both enjoyed and she did not see it as something cheap and laughable. She wondered if she was just one in a long progression of girls from the school, in Alex's life. That was something that she just hadn't thought about.
Vera tried to shake the feeling of being betrayed, but she couldn't. Of course, she would have to wait until next Saturday to find out. That would kill her all week, wondering.
An awful thought came to her. Susie. She seemed to know everything about everyone. She could ask her about Alex. In an offhanded sort of way. Oh, what difference did it make? He was married, and she knew that. There was obviously no future in this relationship anyway, so what was the difference?
Vera calmed herself while she showered and felt better as she toweled herself dry. She felt fresh and the affair with Alex seemed a bit far off. She was back in school, with some work to do for two subjects, and it was better to do it on a Saturday night than to wait for Sunday.
When Vera got to dinner, however, there was a buzzing around one table, and she was interested to know what they were talking about.
"What is happening?"
"Just heard about it. Not official, but pretty certain. A new girl coming in."
"At this time in the school year? Why?"
"Something about her parents moving away or something like that. Listen, it's not easy reading upside down!"
It was then that Vera realized that the information was "official". That meant that someone had seen it on the desk of the registrar's office, but she wasn't supposed to have seen it. That's why there could be no confirmation.
"Anyway, she's sixteen, so she'll be in the upper classes. But only a junior."
So, two girls in one semester. And out of step' with the regular admissions. The girls had their own views about girls who were admitted during the term. Either they wanted to come badly enough that their parents had bribed the faculty, which was not difficult at all, or they were in some kind of trouble and their parents wanted to get them out of where they were.
Everybody figured this was the case with Lucy Granger, since she didn't look that happy to be there. In fact, she looked downright unhappy by the third week at the school. Vera had nothing to do with her, but she had heard no bad rumors about her, and that was unusual.
Susie Farren was the town crier. She got all the gossip and then made sure it was distributed. She was more interested in this kind of thing than school. She was a senior, but she would be going to a small college, with no future. She just didn't seem to care about school.
Vera felt sorry for this Lucy. Now she would be talked about and made the butt of jokes. That didn't seem a very happy prospect. However, while she was having dinner, the conversation turned to Lucy.
"Hey, isn't that a riot? Gallows got caught in her room and they made up this crazy story. I wonder what happened at the hospital. All I can say is that it had to be Lucy who thought that-one up. Gallows isn't that smart."
The girls laughed and traded more comments about the situation. But Vera was beginning to pick up the tone of the comments. They weren't unfavorable. It was as if Lucy had become part of a sorority. She was no longer without an identity.
Vera had not gone through all the stages in this school. She did not know of, nor appreciate the feelings about behavior or popularity in the school. She was learning what it was right now.
From the talk at the table, some popular success was gained by some scandalous action, such as Lucy had engaged in today. Even though Vera knew of girls who were having affairs with boys, and some of the other teachers, no doubt, still they never talked about it, nor was there any contest that she was aware of.
This was only part of the school that Vera knew nothing of. She was involved in her school work and her relationship with Alex Drysdale. That took about all of the time that she had available.
From the talk around the room, Vera determined that Lucy was still at the hospital. They wanted to check her for head injuries. Her parents had to be contacted, and they were coming up to see her. The girls got hysterical about that bit and melted into laughter.
Lucy was actually a bit upset about all of this. Mr. Gallows had long gone home, with a wink to her, and a bit of pressure on her hand. Lucy was sitting in a hospital bed, in a private room, very quietly, and a bit nervously.
Mrs. Arthur informed Lucy that even though the doctors could find no immediate damage, they wanted to keep her overnight, at least, to determine if there were any latent problems. She was fine, they reassured her, and they had called her parents.
About six o'clock, Lucy's phone rang. It was her mother. She sounded guilt-laden.
"Darling, you are all right, aren't you? They said that you had a slight accident. Is that true?"
"Oh, it's really dumb. I fell out of bed, and well. I got a little sick to my stomach, and they brought me to the hospital. That's it."
Lucy still did not feel too kindly towards her mother. She preferred her father and was tempted to ask for him on the phone. Fortunately, her mother quickly relinquished the phone to Mr. Granger. He sounded worse.
"Honey, please believe that we love you. Maybe we should never have sent you to that place. We'll be up to see you very soon, and well, we'll talk. Okay?"
Lucy thought about that call now. She loved her father more, but she was glad that they both might rethink this whole rotten idea. She had to do what they said, since she was so young. For a little while longer, she would have to comply with what they said. Later on, it would be a different story.
It was not difficult for Lucy to fall asleep that night. She was confused by what had happened, and a bit amused for a while. When the examinations got more serious, the humor went out of it for her, but she dared not tell the truth. Even though the hospital bed was not comfortable, she fell asleep quickly.
The doctor came in about seven in the morning to see her. He was a young man and was very friendly with her.
"How are you feeling this morning?"
"Just fine, really."
He took her pulse and looked into her eyes. Then, he flicked off his small pen light and smiled at her.
"I think it's safe for you to go back to school. But, regulations say that we usually watch such an accident case for twenty-four hours. Why don't you just lounge around for the day."
Lucy didn't want to stay at the hospital, but the doctor was cute and very nice, and she just couldn't give him a hard time. Anyway, what point was there to it? As the doctor was leaving, he turned and waved his finger at her, as if he were trying to remember something.
"Oh, yes. There was a call from your parents. They seem like very nice people. They will be down today."
Lucy had mixed feelings about their coming to see her. In one part of her, she wanted to run to them, cling to her father and ask him to take her home. However, the other part said that they had not wanted her and had sent her away. She would not come home just because she was in the Hospital and had an upper hand, they wanted her. They felt bad. Well, good for them. They deserved it.
Then, too, there was this new feeling and possibility with Mr. Gallows. She had never experienced anything like him before. That first time with Timmy was really great, but it couldn't compare to Ed Gallows. Oh, the things that he had done to her. There would probably have been lots more if they hadn't fallen off the bed.
About noontime, just after the meager lunch that Lucy had been served, she heard a racket at the door of her room. There were some voices and then, the door opened. Lucy anticipated seeing her parents, but instead, Roseann appeared.
"Hey, how are you? They told me about your accident and since I convinced them that I was a good friend, they let me come and see you."
"What are you doing here? Who told you? My parents?"
"Hell, no. They wouldn't even talk to me. The school. Mrs. Arthur."
"Why were you talking to Mrs. Arthur?"
"I just got here this morning. That's when I found out about you."
Lucy still was not grasping the meaning of Roseann's words. She could not imagine why Roseann had come to the school this morning.
"Why didn't you ever write lately? I figured that you didn't care anymore."
"Oh, don't be a slimoe. I had a little trouble convincing my folks about this place, but when I rode out to see it once, I figured that it wasn't so bad. I saw some of the teachers here."
"You mean that you wanted to go to the school?"
"Sure. But, you know what it's like. They had to send for some test scores or something, and it took a while. I finally convinced my parents to tell them that they were going away to the Orient and they would not take me with them, for my own safety."
Lucy was laughing again, and she liked the sound of her own laughter. She had not laughed this way since she had left her home and Roseann. There was no reason to laugh here at school. Not yet, anyway. Roseann always managed something.
"So, then, they finally agreed. The school, I mean. They said that they don't make it a habit of taking in students in mid-term. I guess that the story was pretty good, or else, the money that my father gave them worked. Something did."
The truth of the matter was beginning to dawn on Lucy. She held her arms out to Roseann. They embraced in friendship and Roseann sat on the bed.
"Are you all right? No broken head?"
"No, I'm fine, and when we have some time and some privacy, I'll tell you the whole story."
Lucy gave Roseann an exaggerated wink, and Roseann gave the "Okay" sign. Suddenly, this was a new world for Lucy. Her friend had kept her word, after all, and they were together again. The world would not be as bleak anymore.
They talked for a while, and Roseann got down to specifics.
"How are the prospects? Make any contacts yet?"
"Well, that's part of yesterday's story. It's kind of complicated, but not that bad. You see, there was this man, you'll meet him in school, I guess.. . "
Just then, the door opened and it was the nurse.
"Lucy, you're parents are here. They wanted to know if you were awake before they came in. I'll tell them to come on in."
"Oh, no! Uh, nurse, uh, please! Would you tell them to wait for a moment?"
The nurse looked at Lucy with a puzzled look. But, Roseann was right there with the right words.
"My friend hasn't seen her parents for some time, and she wants to fix her hair. If she looks pretty, they might want to take her home again. Very sad."
Roseann said it with a straight face, and the nurse looked astounded, but convinced.
"Sure, I'll tell them you're busy. Take your time."
Lucy was snickering as the nurse closed the door, but she immediately became sober.
"If my parents see you here, and find out that you go to this school, they'll die. They'll take me home, for sure. They'll figure that it is one way to keep us apart. That's the reason they sent me here in the first place."
Roseann agreed with Lucy, but as she was about to go to the door, they heard voices. Lucy gestured towards the bathroom, and Roseann only just closed the door as Lucy's parents walked in.
Mrs. Granger was a bit strained, but George Granger went right up to his girl and embraced her.
"Hi, honey. How are you feeling?"
"Oh, just fine, Daddy. I should be going back to school today."
"I know, we spoke to the doctor. You're fine, thank goodness."
Amanda Granger came closer to the bed, but she could not bring herself directly into the conversation. Something was holding her back.
Lucy decided to be the first to communicate.
"Hello, mother. You look very nice today."
"Thank you, dear. I'm glad that you're better."
"Is something wrong, Mom?"
"No, nothing. It's just that we spoke with the doctors and they said that the fall was relatively insignificant. Was it necessary to come to the hospital?"
The fire started in George Granger's eyes, as he comprehended the meaning in his wife's statement. He glared at her, and spoke very quietly.
"I don't want to hear about anything like that. That is low and unworthy of you, Amanda."
"Now, George, don't you think that your daughter is capable of pulling a stunt like this one? I do."
Lucy was stunned by the words her mother was saying. She was beginning to understand what she was trying to say, and she was angered by it.
"Mother, if you think that I faked this thing to get you here, you're wrong. Why would I do that?"
"To make us feel terrible. To make us take you home. You are not happy here. You don't see that wonderful friend that you had. You hurt your father and me very much."
"Amanda, if you say one more word, just one more syllable in front of this child, I will do something that I have never done before. I am very angry with you right now."
Lucy could see her mother start to get upset, with the tears welling in her eyes. She had lost and Lucy had won a victory of sorts. Just then, however, Amanda Granger wanted to get out of the room, and she looked around for the bathroom. She headed for the blank wooden door, and Lucy felt her heart go cold.
"Uh, it's not working. It is flooded."
Her mother stopped for an instant, but she looked as though she didn't believe her. She had her hand on the door handle, and Lucy was desperate to stop her.
"Really, Mom, I don't want to be gross, but there's everything on the floor. The John backed up and everything. I mean you know, shit, too."
The disgust was clear on her mother's face qs she turned and walked out of the room. Lucy sighed silently and turned back to her father. However, he was making a move towards the bathroom.
"Uh, Daddy, really, it's not working."
"I'm just shocked that a hospital like this would allow something like this to go on. I will talk to the nurse about it."
"Oh, please don't. They're doing all they can about it. The plumber is coming. I can walk, anyway, and I will be going back to school very soon."
The word "school" caught her father's attention, and steered him back to Lucy, away from the bathroom. He sat on the side of the bed and took Lucy's hand in his.
"Seriously, how are things going?"
"Oh, it's okay. Just like I said before, I think it was a good idea."
"I never believed you when you said that. I still don't."
"Oh, Daddy, please, believe me. It was a little rough in the beginning, but it's okay now."
"Look, I can handle your mother. I want you to be happy, too."
"But, really, I am, Daddy. I'm getting to know some people here, and they're not that bad."
"You don't seem wild anymore. Maybe this was enough to clear things up."
Lucy felt her anger rising, even against her father. She had been accused and condemned without a trial. Well, she wasn't "wild." Not yet, that is.
"Really, I am very pleased with everything the way it is. Vacation is soon enough, anyway."
"Well, maybe you're smarter than I am, sugar. We'll have time to work this out then."
"Yeah, sure, Daddy. Thanks for coming all this way. I feel just great. Seeing you was great, too."
"Please, don't think that your mother doesn't love you. She does. She just has some problems that she can't get around."
Lucy didn't want to think about her mother. She wanted to get back to Roseann and to this world, without her parents. To hell with her mother for now. She was not coming home to her.
"Sure, Dad. I know. Tell her thanks for coming, will you?"
"You're a great kid, Lucy. See you soon."
Lucy kissed her father and watched him walk out of the room. She had to wait until it was all clear before going to Roseann. If they even suspected that she was at the school, they would whisk her home. Away from Evil Roseann.
When Lucy opened the door, she did not see Roseann. She was puzzled until she looked behind the shower curtain. They laughed together about the ugly description Lucy had used to keep her mother away from the bathroom.
"Come on. I am going to get dressed, and check out of here. Isn't someone coming from the school to pick me up?"
"Yes, it's Mrs. Arthur. She said that she would give me a lift back with you."
"We have to find some time to talk and get together. You're probably in the new building. I live in the old one. Damn. We won't be together."
On the way back to the school, Lucy asked Mrs. Arthur if it was all right for Roseann to come up to her room. Just for a little while, to talk a bit. Mrs. Arthur agreed, saying that the school was satisfied that she was fine.
Once they were alone, Lucy unraveled the truth about her "accident."
"I was so scared when I heard them coming that I didn't know what to do. This was the best thing that I could think of."
"Why did you go to the hospital?"
"Well, I realized that there were these, well, the wetness on the bed, and all over me, too, and I couldn't let Miss Withers see that. I didn't want to get expelled."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing. I just slumped over and told her that I was a little sick. She figured that it was a head injury and that's how I got to the hospital. I felt so damn stupid."
Roseann sat back and they laughed over the way that Lucy had covered her tracks. Lucy went into the details of how horny she had gotten, and the play that Mr. Gallows had made for her. She said that it was great.
Strangely enough, now that Lucy had experienced some sexual activity, she was no longer too shy to talk about her feelings. She was very free with the details and her reactions to what had happened. It was easy to see that Roseann appreciated the change.
"Wow. You've opened up a lot since you got rid of that cherry. You have really started to grow up."
Lucy was very proud to have a compliment like that tossed at her from Roseann. She still respected her a great deal and was happy to be respected by her in return.
Then it was time for Roseann to go to her room to get settled. Mrs. Arthur had prepared some sort of orientation for her, and it would take most of the afternoon that was left.
Just before Roseann left, she pulled something from her blouse and tossed it to Lucy. Lucy took the compact package and looked up at Roseann.
"What is this?"
"It is only the best pack of French cards that I ever saw. Take a look."
"Oh, Roseann, what am I going to do with them?"
"Look at them, silly. But, be careful. They cost a lot and like I said, they are the best ones I've seen in a long time."
After Roseann had closed the door, Lucy took the rubber band off the plain paper wrapper. She was aware of what Roseann called French pictures, but she had never seen anything that Roseann liked this much.
As she flipped the first picture over, Lucy was shocked. A woman with her legs spread wide. Someone else was holding her pussy open, and everything was visible. Lucy turned to the next and her heart started to pound.
It was a picture of a man about to thrust his phallus into a pert asshole. The ass cheeks were spread wide and the tip of the cock was gleaming with something on it.
Lucy kept turning the pictures over, one at a time. She could feel her breath get a big gulp and she began to breath faster to get enough air. Then it happened again. Her panties got wet. The itch began. The one that said she was ready for a good fuck.
Lucy knew that she should pull herself away from the French deck, but she was fascinated by what might come next. However, when she pulled the picture that was next over, she literally gasped.
In the photograph, there was a woman straddling a man. This was a shot from the back, so that it was easy to see his cock sticking into her vagina. It was a big, thick, cock, and the balls were huge.
However, the most exciting part of the picture was the fact that there was another man in the picture. He was shoving his dick into the woman's asshole, and the glossy photo showed the glistening cream on it.
The next photo showed the man further inserted into the ass, and the woman up on the first cock. And, then, the next showed both men inside the woman very deeply. The final one, however, was the piece de resistance. It pictured both men coming on her ass, the white cream smeared all over the woman's buttocks.
Lucy could not get the picture out of her mind. She had never thought about group sex before. Getting one boy near her was fast enough without wondering or worry about a whole lot of them.
Lucy flipped through the rest of the pictures, but they were mild to her, as far as she was concerned. She went back to the small set of pictures and flipped through them over and over again.
Lucy lay on her bed, trying to imagine what it might feel like with a man stuck way up her backside. The thought was so exciting that she dropped her hand to her crotch and rubbed, unconsciously.
She thought about sitting on a man that way, and having someone fool with the forbidden place between her cheeks. She had never thought about it as far as sex was concerned, but now that she had seen the act, it made sense to her.
Her hand stole under her panties and she found her clitoris. Lucy put the pictures in front of her, spread out on the bed, and looked at them while she masturbated. She imagined that she would feel the thick cock pressing into her and she rubbed faster and harder on her body.
Lucy closed her eyes now, being able to sustain the feeling without looking at the pictures. She saw the action in her mind, and she was the woman in the middle. There was this handsome guy with a huge prick, shoving at her from behind while she sat on this other man. The two cocks were inside her then, and-she could feel the fantastic sensations.
Her hands worked faster still, as the fantasy grew, and the cocks exploded in Lucy. They exploded the way that Timmy's and Mr. Callow's had in her. She felt the force of the ejaculation and rocked violently as the real feelings of her orgasm rocketed through her.
Helpless in her orgasm, Lucy rolled on top of the pictures and frigged herself without pause until the last of the goodness was done. She languished in the feeling she had just experienced and thrust her finger into her vagina, just for good measure. She remembered what it was like when Ed Gallows was in there yesterday, and she wanted it again.
Lucy broke out of the mood now, and packed the pictures up carefully. She liked them, too, and would want to look at them again. She was impressed by Roseann's taste in pornography and resolved to find out where one got such things. She never saw such pictures in the stores.
Later that night, as Lucy was getting ready for bed, she reflected on how her life had changed in the past twenty-four hours. Instead of wanting to beg her parents to take her home, she had told them to go home without her, she was looking forward to a new and exciting life with Roseann at the school.
It was difficult to distinguish between the happiest or most influential of the feelings running through Lucy. She was thrilled at having her friend back. Now life would be more exciting and really lots of fun.
More than that, however, was the fact that Roseann had kept her word. She had not forgotten Lucy. That loomed large in Lucy's thoughts as she snuggled down into the slim bed. She could smile and be happy. Her friend had not forgotten her after all.
Lucy could have no idea what would happen in the next few weeks, but she was certain about one thing. Everything would be better now thai she was with Roseann again.
She put the French cards back in their wrapper, put the rubber band on them and hid them in the back Of her underwear draw. God, she thought to herself, if I can't even find a pan of underpants in there, no one will find the cards.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was absolutely amazing. No one was even aware of it as it happened. The faculty at Gerrard School for Girls was pleased that they had been able to save this girl from being in some horrible place when her parents went to the Orient.
Of course, no one had ever asked what part of the Orient. Nevertheless, it was assumed that when Roseann Tunney said she had been saved by coming here, that it was true. She captivated the hearts of the faculty. Her way of asking them how they were was the first step.
By the second week of Roseann's attendance at the school, Roseann was privy to relationships that many of the seniors did not enjoy. She went into the administrative offices in the school just to talk. She could go to the teachers without an appointment, and never asked for one. The usual rules did not apply for Roseann.
The girls liked her. She was fun to be with and she was bright. She would always come up with something to break the boredom. The truth of it was that there was no boredom when one stayed around Roseann. She didn't allow it.
When she met the teachers on Monday, Roseann had each sized up rather efficiently before the bell rang. She liked the look of Alex Drysdale, but she noticed that he did not look with the roving eye that she appreciated most. She liked someone who was free with his affection. She did not like ties on her.
When she met Mr. Gallows, Roseann was astounded. She had never expected little Lucy to land such a man. However, the stories got around to her very soon, and she agreed that he was a lost cause for her. She liked men who appreciated her expertise.
There were two men who caught her imagine. The athletic coach was one who seemed very eager for some sport. His name was Guy Welger and he was the picture of what everyone assumed such a person would look like. He had thick blonde hair and bulging muscles.
More than the outline of his appearance, however, was the look in his eye. He worked with the girls when they were as undressed as any teacher would see them. Granted, in this very proper atmosphere, there might be quite a bit more than average gym uniforms, but it was less than the regular uniform.
Roseann watched the way he looked at her when they were introduced. His eyes swept up and down her body, and as he was telling her that this was a lovely place to learn tennis and such, his eyes were glued to her bosom. Good sign, thought Roseann.
Next, Mark Henner was a good possibility. He taught mathematics and he joked about learning that one and one make two in his class. Roseann could not help making a smart comment to test him, and he passed the test with flying colors.
As they were talking about math, she simply fluttered her eyelashes and said, "I have learned, lately, that one and one can sometimes makes three, if one is not careful."
The look was in her eye, and Mark Henner read it correctly. He raised his eyebrows and retorted.
"You're very right, Roseann. However, one learns care. That's part of the course, too."
Oh, yes, this was going to be a good semester. Whatever was left of it. As Mr. Henner walked away, she watched his medium frame and wondered how big his cock was. He might have a good one. You couldn't always tell by looking at a guy. Why, one boy she had known was very deceiving in that respect. He was over six feet tall and his dick measured only three inches. Nonetheless, it still worked nicely.
Lucy wasn't aware of it, but she and Roseann spent much more time together than did any other pair of lower and upper classmates. It was considered an elevation when one reached the junior year and moved over to the newer residence. Lower students were not allowed in the residence, but that did not stop Roseann from inviting Lucy to her room.
Lucy felt a bit strange at first, but when no one said anything, she became a regular at both dorms. Roseann had a reason for inviting Lucy to her room. She wanted to show her the things that she had brought with her.
"You see, now that you've joined the ranks, you can appreciate these things a bit more."
She then proceeded to bring out her array of implements and objects. She had several boxes of condoms. One box was in Day-Glo colors. They had a ball pulling one out and stretching it over the dildo that Roseann unpacked next.
Roseann picked up the rubber dildo and commented very seriously.
"A dildo with a rubber on it reminds me of someone who wears a hat on top of a wig. There's nothing to protect against in either case."
They laughed as they looked at the rest, the photos, large and small, books that Roseann recommended as pretty good. There were some jars of cream, and Roseann explained that this one was when you wanted a guy to last a long time.
"There's an anesthetic in it. I found out from a guy who used it. He was a pharmacist."
"This one is just for kicks. Sometimes, it's fun just to jack a guy off."
"You mean make him come in your hands?"
"Yeah. Then, you put some of this stuff on, and it is supposed to feel really great to the guy."
Lucy was interested, but she was consumed with the desire to be fucked. She could not forget the feeling of that giant cock in her pussy, and she wanted that more than anything. Still she got a kick out of looking at the different things, and they shared a good laugh over the dildo.
Lucy wasn't laughing that hard, however. It was the one thing she was interested in besides the rubbers. Roseann convinced her that they were necessary to keep having fun without the worry.
But the dildo. That was something special. It was a fake cock. If she could get one for herself, that would be great. She could use it anytime that she wanted to be fucked. It would sure be better than her fingers.
"Where could I get one of these things, Ro?"
"You want one of these?"
"Yeah. It should be good when there's no one else around."
"Okay. Why don't you take it? I'll get another one."
"No, I don't want to take your dildo. Just tell me how to get one."
"Look, Lucy, you know a lot, but not that much. I'll get one for myself. You take this one."
Lucy left happy, her secret treasure under her blouse. She had a strange desire to carry it in her drawers, but she figured that it might fall out, and that would be terrible.
With the school at her disposal, it wasn't difficult for Roseann to go wherever she chose to. Since she was a junior, she had one free period a day, and no one ever caught Roseann in the library.
The chemistry of the place was right for what happened. The girls were involved with their own pranks, and a good number of them were involved with boys and men. Almost everyone of the teachers had a girl or girls from the school that he was banging.
The girls liked Roseann, and they crowded around her for the funny stories, and later, when she decided it was time, the pictures and the books. The girls respected her for the way she got her way. She never alienated anyone.
The school, however was beginning to change. The girls got more involved with literature of a more basic nature, and it wasn't uncommon for two or three girls in the English class to be hiding pocketbooks during the class, and reading them.
Roseann was careful that the books were never out of her control after school. She did not want them to be borrowed and then lost. They were books that she liked to read, and she didn't want to have them confiscated.
No one minded the way that she programmed the books. She was very honest about her feeling on loaning out her books.
"You can have 'Hot Balls' when Sally is finished with it, and then I get a turn at it again. I like that one especially."
There was a more basic feeling around the entire establishment. One of the female faculty found one of the books, but she did not report it. She read it during her lunch break, and returned it to the spot where she had found it. After that, Roseann made sure that there was always a book circulating in this area.
At first, Roseann did this to be friendly, but as soon as everyone was hooked on reading the books, she began her strategy.
"Well, these books are expensive. I have to pay premium price for them. If everyone pays a slight rental charge, say five cents a book, I can get more books."
No one questioned that, and they eagerly paid the nickel that was raised to a dime almost immediately.
"My source just informed me of a price increase. Can't be helped."
The weekends were fun, but there was more involvement with drinking and partying. Roseann was soon privy to the apartment that was used for rendezvous and was invited to use it without contribution to the rent. Even Vera could not find fault with that.
Roseann was handling the situation very nicely. After the third day at the school, she decided that she had been out of action long enough. Why, the last time she had any was on the night before she left home. That had been four days ago.
She decided that Mark Henner would be a prime target for the first expedition. During her math class, she frowned and fretted over one problem, and asked if she could come back for a lesson later on.
"Why, of course. When is your free period?"
"After lunch, which means that it really is two free periods."
"Oh, yes, I see what you mean."
"Why don't we go out on the grounds and learn in the spring air?"
"Lovely. I will meet you under the large elm tree."
Roseann went down to the kitchen and asked for two large roast beef sandwiches and some fruit, and the women wrapped them up for her. They assumed that it was for the faculty. No one ever asked and Roseann just didn't volunteer the information. Anyway, one of them was for the faculty.
Roseann ran back to her room on her way to the elm tree. She got the bottle of red wine that she had brought with her. She liked to have some with her lunch and had not had any since she left home.
When they met at the tree, Mark Henner had a blanket under his arm.
' It might still be damp on the ground. I mean, it might distract us while I am trying to teach you that solution."
The repast was set out and though he blinked at the bottle of wine, Mark opened the screw-top bottle. They had a quick lunch, and lingered with the wine. It was strong and took effect rather quickly.
Roseann did not waste any time after that. She was horny and wanted some action. She was lying on her side, facing Mark. She noticed that there was a view from the school office window of this tree.
"Can we get to someplace on the grounds where there is no view?"
"The other side of the tree. You wouldn't believe it. The bark is so fat and the branches obstruct the view."
They quickly went round to the other side of the tree, and as they were rearranging the blanket and such, Roseann brushed against Mark. She felt the outline of his penis and it was growing as she felt it.
They were in each others' arms then. Mark grabbed the perky girl, and crushed his lips against hers. Immediately, her tongue forced its way through his lips and she signaled her desire for him.
Mark's hands were roaming all over her, and she loved it. The uniform was a bit bulky, but he went inside the jacket and got inside the blouse. He squeezed her breasts and kneed her crotch. Roseann rubbed herself on his knee. She was hot for some cock, and she did not choose to wait.
"Come on, let's get to it."
Mark was shocked at her forward actions, but he let her unzip his pants and fish around for his cock. She had him functionally naked in just a moment, and held onto the thick shaft eagerly.
"Oh, he looks nice. I thought that you'd be nice, like this. Wow, it's great."
Actually, he wasn't bad at that. There was a good seven inches of cock to deal with, and better yet, it was thick, very thick. She rubbed along the shaft and pulled the skin very taut as she did so.
"Oh, I can hardly wait for him to be there."
She put a very strong accent on the word "there," and Mark took his cue. He went under her skirt and pulled her panties down, so that she was free of them.
Fortunately for the advancement of the course "Sexual Intercourse," the school still required stockings. They did not want pantyhose worn, and all of the girls wore garter belts. With slips, of course, but no thin flimsy ones.
Roseann kicked off her heavy shoes and spread her legs. She was signaling to Mark that it was time to play very seriously. She closed her eyes as he rubbed around on her clitoris.
However, his touch was more teasing than satisfying, and she could wait no longer.
"Let's lie down for a bit, and see if they fit together."
Of course, she was being facetious and Mark laughed when she smiled as she said it. He was quite excited himself, and he could feel the blood throbbing through his penis.
"Just make sure that we're in line with the bark of the tree, and it's all okay."
They slid to the blanket, and Roseann went down with her legs wide open. She was longing to have that big dick shoved in her, and there was no substitute for that.
She reached for his cock again, and this time, she nosed the tip against her puffed lips. The wetness was chilling her in the spring air, but it was titillating nonetheless.
Mark realized what she was doing, and he proceeded to become even more excited than he was. This girl merely wanted to be fucked with his cock, and she made no bones about it. There was no pretense. He liked that. He liked to fuck a lot, himself, and this attitude that they shared saved time for action.
"I'm glad to see that you're an action gir!
We can get a lot in, in our time.
"Just get your cock in this time. We'll worry about later, afterwards."
Roseann squeezed his veined cock for emphasis and Mark moaned with the extreme pleasure that he was feeling. He took over from there, and took hold of his own cock. He made sure that it was directly in the center of his mark and then gave a great shove. He pushed again, and Roseann wrapped her legs around his back.
"I like it better that way. Better penetration."
It was more like a comment on the technique, much as one comments on why one prefers black socks to white socks. Just the same, Roseann continued with her actions and she heaved herself higher on his cock as she did so. She was very hot to get all of it in, and right now, only half of the thick monster was home.
Mark grabbed hold of her cheeks and thrust deeply into her. He rammed most of his thickness into her, and they groaned together. The pleasure was intense and welcomed.
"Oh, you keep doing that and I'm going to make it right away. I've needed this."
Mark did not waste his time replying. He shoved again, and this time he made it all the way. He felt the wet and tight sheath tighten even further on him. She was working her well trained muscles over his cock and giving him a ride.
The pair fucked steadily on the blanket, the only sounds being those of their bodies slapping together, and the squish of their juices mingling. Roseann was very intent on getting off and she was totally involved with the wonderful feeling of a cock inside her.
"I swear, I should never let it go for this long. I can't get enough of it when I start again."
Roseann was commenting on her very agitated state to Mark and he could only nod in response. His response was more to the effect of stroking faster and harder. He could feel the sensations around his cock and it seemed to him that this little firebomb was going to go off any second.
"You say when, hon."
"You'll know when it's 'when'. "
"Okay, from here on its your game."
Roseann liked hearing the words, and she concentrated on the flesh sawing in and out of her. It was awakening every fiber in her body, and she liked the tactile exercise. It was making her more aware of the thrill that was beginning to strike her nerve endings.
She lapsed into a selfish pattern of rocking on his cock, rotating herself over and over it, getting every bit she could.
"Oh, I hope you can take it, because this is something that I like to do. Especially when it's been a while since I've had it."
Mark was trying to hold onto himself, and remain calm, but she was getting so active with him that it was difficult. He slowed his pace, but that only made her increase her movements.
Fortunately, Roseann realized that they did not have that much time for more than this if she lingered, and she forced herself to concentrate on coming. She had been ready since he had first penetrated her, but she was too selfish to let go then.
"Okay, let's go to it. For good."
Roseann gave him the word, and Mark adjusted his hands underneath her. He got a tighter hold on her and began to thrust hard and fast. He pistoned his hips to get way inside her, and when his balls started to slap against her firm ass, he knew that he was going to make it rather quickly.
Roseann climbed even higher on his cock and rotated her body over it, too. She could feel the electric sparks shooting through her, and then, just one more, and she made it.
"Oh, damn it! Drive it home!"
As she came, Roseann became wilder than she had been and forced Mark into his own orgasm. The forceful contractions that he was experiencing around his penis were more than he could stand.
The heat was surfacing for him, and then, he was giving her the balm that she required of him. He shoved higher into her and deposited all the sweet treasure he had for her that day.
The milky fluid was being forced out of him onto the both of them as they moved frantically in the heat of the climax. Roseann had him by the shoulders and even through his jacket and shirt, her nails were making marks on him. She was wild until the last tingle of feeling died in her, and Mark was spent entirely. As she relaxed her grip on him and let her legs fell to the blanket, she smiled up at
"You really know how to fuck. This should be most pleasant. Learning what you teach, The wine made Mark a bit sleepy, however, and he was falling into a light slumber. Her own sense of timing was dulled a bit by the wine, and they lay there still coupled for a
It was fortunate that when the class came out to play soccer, that Coach Welger blew his whistle. It was sharp and shrill, and woke the two of them instantly.
"What, what's going on?"
Mark was a bit disoriented, but Roseann recovered quickly.
"Shit. We fell asleep, and the gym period has started. Get up."
Mark rolled over and zipped his pants as he lay on the ground. The girls were still on the school side of the giant tree and they had not seen them yet. Roseann thought quickly. She saw an opportunity, and straightened herself. She left her panties off.
"You go back with the books. I'll wait until you're in the building before I walk out of here."
Mark Henner didn't argue. He was caught up in her charisma, too, and did not question her directions. He straightened himself and blew her a kiss.
"Lovely afternoon, nonetheless."
He walked away, calmly and without care. When he got abreast of the gym class, he waved to Mr. Welger and the coach waved back. So much done, now, only to wait for the rest.
Roseann watched from her shelter as Guy Welger started the girls in a game of soccer. He put the ball in the middle and kicked it out onto the playing field. The girls started to move and yell, and some dodged the ball entirely, in fear of being kicked, if too close to the ball.
As the girls played, the teacher took a position on the side lines and made it look as though he was watching their form at the game. Well, it was true that he was watching form, but it was the one inside their clothes that he was interested in.
The whole game was getting closer to where Roseann was sitting, and had it not been for the safely of the tree, the teacher would have spotted her long before now. However, she was quite close to him and since she was watching him rather closely, the magnetism of her stare caught him.
He turned to where she was sitting, and she waved at him. He looked at the girls and then came over to where she was.
"How are you enjoying the school, Miss Tunney?"
"Oh, I'm getting to like it better every day."
"That's something that a teacher likes to hear. It's nice to see the girls involved in what they are doing. Liking it that way."
Roseann spotted his chief fault immediately. He liked to think that he could talk glibly. Instead, a group of words came out that didn't hang together very well. It seemed obvious that his talent lay more in his brawn than brain.
That was no matter to Roseann. She was looking only for action, and usually, muscles and sports meant a better body. Athletes could fuck for hours, she had heard. What a nice way to find out. Actual experience.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Welger, I know that I'm going to really like your class. You manage the girls so well."
"Oh, thank you. I feel that it is my job to see that the games are played the right way to insure that they learn the game and the fairness. You know."
"Sure. Like I said before. You do your stuff very well."
Roseann made sure that she flexed her back muscles and thrust her chest forward to a point where he couldn't avoid it. He didn't want to, either. He noticed the boobs in front of his face and just stared. He wasn't very clever at covering his preoccupation.
"Uh, Mr. Welger, do you have a moment? I would like to ask you something."
"Of course. What is it?"
"Well, I think that I strained my shoulder. I can't move my arm any more than this. See?"
Roseann rotated her arm and shoulder back, thrusting her chest into his face. Then she moaned at a certain spot and feigned the inability to flex it further.
"Oh, it hurts terribly when I do that. Do you think you could do something for me? Massage or something?"
Guy Welger's eyes were fairly popping from his head. He was totally lost in her bosom, and seemed not to have heard what she said. Roseann looked down to his pants and saw that there was a bulge there. Wonderful.
"If you could only help me. Like, maybe you could grab hold of this part and rotate it like this."
Roseann put his hand on her upper arm and held it there. Then she began to rotate her arm so that his hand brushed hard against her breast. She made the pressure as much as she could and watched his face get redder and redder. His pants were straining.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Welger. That feels so much better, really. Mmmmm."
Roseann watched him try to speak, but he couldn't manage it. She kept up her movements and edged closer to him all the time. In another moment, she was right up close to him. Her leg was touching his pants, and she "tripped" and fell against the hard pouch.
"Oh, oh, uh, I think that's all, uh, I.. . "
Welger was totally unhinged from the contact. Roseann pressed her thigh against his pants and felt a sizeable cock through the clothes. She was dying to see what it looked like without anything covering it.
Though she knew that she would have to let go of him very soon, Roseann was loathe to do so. She was still rather hot from the first encounter with Mark Henner. That was an appetizer for her. She wanted more, and oven more after that.
Roseann was fully up against him now, and she lingered a moment longer, just to get his eye.
"I hope that you can teach me some things that I'm slow in learning."
"I'd be happy to."
His voice was squeaking and Roseann enjoyed what she had done to him. She pressed her knee between his legs and ground against his cock.
"I mean, it might mean extra time for you. I can be very slow, sometimes."
"Oh, that would be fine, just fine."
Roseann knew that she had to get back in school, and so she decided that this had been enough for the first time with Welger. She would have loved to have fucked with him right there, but there wasn't the time.
Instantly, Roseann let go of his hand and pulled herself away from him. His hard-on seemed enormous, pressing against his pants. Roseann allowed herself a last look before she picked up her books and started to leave. As she did so, she spoke to the coach.
"Oh, you did wonders for my shoulder. I bet you could do even better for some other parts of me."
The last time she looked at Welger, he was swinging on the tree branch, and the girls had stopped their game to watch what he was doing. He started yelling something about spontaneous athletics and gymnastics being the most helpful, and Roseann laughed to herself.
This was a lovely school, and it was getting better all the time.
CHAPTER SIX
Each time that Lucy saw Mr. Gallows, in class, she tried to act very casual. She was dying to get at him all the time, but she succeeded in not mentioning anything during class time. It had been a while since they had been together.
As the bell rang, however, she walked up to him. She spoke softly, but in a very determined way.
"When can we get together again. I want it."
"Uh, well, I don't know. Soon, you can be sure."
"I am sure, and it will be real soon. I won't wait for it. You don't want me saying anything about what has happened in my room, do you?"
"Lucy, you're blackmailing me, aren't you."
"I suppose so, but I don't care. When and where?"
"Uh, why don't you come back here after your last class, and I will have figured out a time and place."
"I'll be here."
Lucy spent the rest of the day thinking about being with Ed Gallows. She still thought about the things that he had done to her. and she wanted to do more of it. One of the pictures that Roseann had given her was a picture of a man licking a woman, and then, one of a woman licking and sucking a man. That looked good to her.
Lucy decided to mention that one action to Ed when she saw him that afternoon. She wanted to try something like that, and it seemed right. He had done it to her and she loved it. He would like it too, she was sure. She would have to ask him.
Though Lucy still had the pictures, she hadn't looked at them all day. She was carrying them with her, to give back to Roseann, when she saw her. Their class schedules were not alike, and they did not spend much of the day together.
After lunch, however, Lucy wanted to take a look at them, and she stopped in one of the empty classrooms. She took them out and managed to take a quick look at each one of them. Yes, she would tell Ed about what she wanted to try with him.
When the school day ended, Lucy raced to Mr. Gallows classroom. She was eager to make it with him today. However, when she got there, he was gone. There was a note on his desk that read very briefly:
"I cannot manage anything today. Will speak with you tomorrow for afternoon meeting. Very brief, but definite."
Mr. Gallows had not signed the note. It was a very general message and could be taken to mean anything to anybody. But. she knew it was for her. The bastard.
All day, Lucy had been thinking about meeting with him. She had taken for granted that it would be all right for today. Damn, now she would have to wait for another day. Damn, damn!
Lucy walked out and ran up to her room. She was angry, and she wanted to do something. She would take a walk before she started to work on her homework. Damn how the hell was she supposed to concentrate when she was distracted by her very real needs?
She changed her clothes. She wanted to throw on a pair of jeans, but that was not allowed. She chose a short skirt and a sweater, and she fairly ran back down the stairs. For some reason, she took the French deck with her. She thought about trying to see Roseann, and then she would give them back to her.
The sun was shining, and the wind was soft. It was a lovely afternoon, and just the feeling of being outside calmed Lucy somewhat. But that nagging kept at her. She was angry with Mr. Gallows, and it was a mixture of sexual frustration and scorn.
As she got to the stone wall in one part of the grounds, she noticed someone walking a bit away from her. She had no desire to talk to anyone just then, and so, she hunched down against the wall, pouting all the time.
The place was quiet, though there were occasional shouts from the tennis court. This was the day that there was a play-off between the best students in the class. It could draw quite a crowd, depending on who was playing, and that might account for the emptiness of the rest of the grounds.
Lucy sat there, a bit chilled from the grass and stone, but she did not want to get up. She was playing with the pack of pictures in her hand. They were bound and wrapped securely, so that even if they fell out, no one would know what they were.
More from boredom, curiosity, Lucy opened the pack again. She shuffled through the pictures and spent more time with the group sex scene than she ever had before. She liked looking at the two cocks in that one woman. It excited her, and since she was on a hair trigger, she slipped her hand down to her crotch, applying pressure.
Instantly, an intense feeling of pleasure flooded her. She was hot. She touched herself again, but she didn't get the same reaction, and for a moment, she was confused. She liked the feeling, and she continued to play with herself.
She got interested in the pictures once again, and the fantasy world that they brought up to her. She saw the whole scene in her mind again, and the two cocks were now thrusting into her. Again, she felt the intense pleasure when she touched herself.
Then she caught onto the rhythm of her body's reactions. She was getting good at fantasizing for a while, and then, touching herself to bring about that wonderful feeling.
Lucy was very absorbed in what she was doing, and did not hear the person come up behind her. The stone wall was about waist height, and she was sitting against it. She was visible to someone on the other side of the wall only if the person looked over. "Hi."
Lucy was so startled that she threw her hand up in the air. The hand that was holding the pictures. They flew all over the grass, and she scurried to recover them.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Here, let me help you."
Lucy did not know who she was talking to yet, but her first reaction was to get to the pictures first.
"Oh, no, that's all right. I'll do it, thank you."
The young man was over the wall, and he was on his knees, picking up one of the photographs. He stopped, as Lucy had feared, and looked at it. He looked at it for a long time, and then, when he looked up, his face was red.
"These are some pictures. Where did you get them?"
Lucy was looking at a very nice young man. He was about sixteen or seventeen. He was dressed in slacks and a jeans jacket. His hair was light brown, and he was really an attractive young man.
"Oh, I, well, I found them."
"I wish I knew where. I'd like to find some for myself. They're great."
The boy did not try to stand up, and Lucy guessed that he might be excited. She felt wild and wanton, and suddenly, she figured that she might score with him.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Alfred Wimpleton Maybury, III. I'm your next-door neighbor."
"I'm Lucy Granger. I've only been here for a little while."
"I know, I've seen you around since, when, February, middle about?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Well, I do like to get to know the neighbors, but all these girls arc a bit too much to handle."
They laughed and Lucy felt herself relax. He was easy to talk to, this Alfred.
"What do people call you?"
"Oh, it depends. On who they are. My parents call me Alfie, some of my friends call me that too, and my other relatives call me Alfred."
"I didn't think that anyone lived next to the school. I don't know why I never thought about it, though. It seemed kind of natural."
"Oh, sure. It was great. When my younger uncle was growing up, he loved to come here. He would try to make it with all the girls that he could get to talk to him."
Again, they laughed and then they both sat down against the wall.
"Do you mind if I sit with you for a while."
"No."
Alfred still had the pictures in his hand. He looked anxious to see the others and Lucy felt abandon in her soul.
"Want to see the rest of the deck?"
"Yes, I would. Do you mind?"
"No, but you have to be careful. They well, they belong to someone that I know."
"So, you didn't just find them, did you?"
"Hell, no. These are very exclusive pictures. They're the best ones that I have ever seen."
Lucy copied Roseann's mannerism for this, and she was pleased when Alfred seemed to be impressed by it. He looked through the pack, and his eyes widened with each new one.
"Wow! These are unbelievable. I've never seen anything like them."
"Yes, they are good, aren't they?"
It was also obvious that as he looked at the pictures, he was getting very excited again. He had wanted to make conversation when he saw Lucy sitting by the wall, but he had no idea that she was looking as such provocative stuff.
Lucy was getting excited, herself, just watching his reaction. She was still feeling the effects of her lack of activity, and she wanted something to fill its place. She was tempted to say something to him to get something going. but she didn't know what to do or say.
Alfred solved the problem for her. He was getting too hot to remain friendly. He started to look at Lucy in a different way. She would see that he probably wanted to get off, just jerk off, but she wouldn't let him do that.
"Hey, you always look at this kind of thing, Lucy?"
"Not always, but I like them."
"But, don't they get you kind of, well, I mean, don't they turn you on?"
He was practically gasping out his words. It was as though the ability to communicate shrunk as his cock grew.
"Oh, sure they turn me on. I usually masturbate when I look at them."
"I don't see how you could look at them without getting really hot. Do you want to do what they're doing in the picture?"
"Do you feel that way, I always do."
"Oh, yeah. I'd love to do what they're doing."
"Do you think that we could try it."
"Oh, well, I guess so, but, I.. . .sure, we could."
Alfred was excited, but he didn't know this girl well at all. In fact he did not know more than her name and that she carried around a French deck. But, his cock wanted more than indecision.
Lucy wanted to feel his cock in her hand. She would even lick it just like in the picture. She was so hot that she was pressing something that she would never have insisted on if she had been less needy.
"Look, I don't know you, and you don't know me. All I know is that I want to do something very bad. What do you think?"
Lucy had been honest and open with him, and it had a favorable effect on Alfred. He stopped being skeptic and agreed that they would do something together.
"Well, we can't do it here. I mean, anyone a walking by could see us."
"Well, where should we go? You know this place better than I do."
"Me? I don't go to school here. You do."
"Well, look, why don't we hop over the wall? Is there some kind of shelter on your property?"
"Oh, sure. I should have thought about it. Yes, come on."
They stood up and climbed over the wall. Lucy made sure that no one was looking, because, technically, she was off the school property without permission. On the other side of the wall, there were full trees and some bushes, and Lucy got excited just thinking about the fact that they could be naked without anyone seeing them.
"Hey, let's go behind that place. Where the bushes are."
Alfred led the way and in only a moment, they were in a secluded area, in the shade of a large tree limb that had apparently seen better days. It was a perfect hideout, nevertheless.
Once they were there, however, Lucy didn't know how to begin. They didn't really care about each other. They didn't know one another, but there didn't seem any other way to start but by kissing. Then, Lucy had an idea. She started talking about what the people were doing in the pictures.
"You know, I'd love to know what it feels like to be licked that way."
"Yeah. It looks great."
"And, when that woman is sucking on that guy's prick, isn't that really wild?"
She could sec the effect on Alfred. He was beginning to breathe hard, and he looked uncomfortable.
"There's that picture when those two guys are giving it to that one girl. Is that something that you might like? Would you like to shove your cock into someone like that?"
"Oh, come on. You're driving me crazy!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I want to make sure that you like what is going on in the pictures, that's all."
"Of course I like it. I'm not crazy."
"Oh, gee. I just thought of something."
"What's that?"
"Oh nothing."
"What? Come on."
"Well, do you know how to do it?"
Alfred looked at her, and his eyes were bright with anger. He had taken the bait.
"Just wait, you little.. .I'll show you."
With that, Alfred unzipped his pants, and took out his cock. He had a nice one and Lucy was glad that she had insulted him into some action. At least she was looking at it. That was good.
He came at her, and roughly pulled her panties down. He fumbled a bit, since he didn't lift up her skirt to do this. He was moving blindly underneath the short cloth, and though he managed it well enough, it wasn't smooth.
Lucy was delighted. She lay on the grass where she fell as he pushed her in his effort to get closer to her. His cock was big and it was throbbing from all the things she was saying to entice him.
He got on top of her, and this time, he pulled her skirt up. He did not know where he was going by touch alone. He looked down at her curly hair and she could see his temperature rising even further.
Lucy let him do what he wanted to do, but she was sorely tempted to grab hold of his cock and give it a little squeeze. She decided that she could lead him to her pussy, but she would have to be careful how she did it. She had already insulted him.
Lucy parted her lips with her fingers, and held the pink flesh open for him. When he saw the tight opening that was his to penetrate, he lost any reserve that he had. He fumbled and finally fitted the head against the area that he had to take.
Lucy was thrilled when she felt the first stab. It went into her so nicely, that she was tempted to grab hold of him and drive herself higher. She lay back, instead, and let him do it.
His dedication and desire made up for his lack of experience, and Lucy loved the way he was making love to her. He shoved into her with more force than anyone had used with her, even Timmy.
He was out to fuck her, and make her eat her words. Did he know how to do it? Why that was like slapping his face. What a way to talk to someone you have only just met. He would show her.
Alfred was straining now. He had hit bottom with her, and they were writhing on the grass. Lucy had forgotten about not wanting to make him angry, and she was thrusting her hips up against him to get more from him. She was enjoying the fantastic feelings going through her. She had been horny before, but now, she was uncontrollable. The better sensations were beginning to break inside her and she could not afford not to pay attention to each trickle of goodness.
Then, Alfred put on a burst of speed, and she guessed that he was about to come. He thrust into her madly and kept up an unbelievable pace for some minutes. Then he clenched his teeth, and shot her full of the precious juice.
He was jerking wildly on top of her, and he ground his cock into her tight crevice. The splash of semen added to the sensations for both of them, and Alfred let out a shriek of pleasure.
"Oh, damn it! Oh, what a cunt!"
Lucy was totally absorbed in her feelings, and she rode him hard until the final stroke that turned the key. She threw herself into the orgasm and did not stop moving until the last strains of feeling were wiped out.
They were both panting and gasping for breath. They had been spent entirely when they fell on top of each other. Alfred was the first to recover, and he got up quickly, stuffing his penis back into his pants very quickly. He seemed rather embarrassed.
Lucy lay there with her skirt up over her chest, but when she saw the look in his eyes, she arranged herself properly. Or as best she could. She retrieved her panties, and turned around to put them on.
This bothered her. She didn't want to be ashamed of what she wanted to do. There was nothing wrong with fucking, and she did not feel bad about it. True, they were actually strangers, but that was over.
"Look, don't start acting like this was something terrible."
"Uh, I better be getting home. I have something to do. Uh, I'll help you over the fence."
She was being sent home, and she didn't like it. Her anger was rising, and it seemed a silly way to end something that was very pleasurable. She turned towards the wall, making sure to take the pictures with her. She turned them inside so that no one would see what they were. After the fact, even she didn't care to look at them, especially. Too much was too much, after all.
"Don't bother helping me. I can make it on my own."
Lucy did not look back as she hopped over the stone wall. She was almost over the wall when the tip of her shoe caught the stone and she landed on her chin.
She yelled as she went down, and for the moment, she was stunned. There was a pain in her head, and as she collected herself, there were aches and pains all over her body.
It was some time before she could manage to move a bit, but she noticed that there was a constant pain in the arm under her. That was the hand in which she was holding the pictures.
Lucy struggled to her feet. She took one step, then another, but the earth was coming back up at her. As she crashed into it, the only thing she felt was the pain in her arm grow sharper.
As the sun went down, the earth got colder and Lucy finally woke again, from the chill she was feeling. She did not know how long she had been unconscious, but she tried to drag herself up again. She was still very weak, and she did it very slowly. She realized that no one would really hear her from where she was. They were inside by now.
Just then, however, she saw someone driving by on the outer road. The car was very far away, and there was little chance that the driver would spot her, but she waved one arm, the good arm frantically while she called out.
"Help! I'm hurt. Help!"
The car drove on by, and Lucy started to become frightened. She was cold and wanted to be inside. She could not move one arm, and the pain was getting worse as she regained consciousness.
Try as she did, Lucy could not maneuver. She knew that she would have to wait for some help. She was beginning to cry, from the frustration and the fear when she saw someone coming towards her. The figure was running, and Lucy fell back onto the grass.
It was Roseann. She ran over with a flashlight in her hand. She tried to wake Lucy, but it was impossible. Lucy was in shock, and she could not come awake.
"Lucy! What's the matter?"
No answer.
"Lucy, did someone hurt you? What happened?"
Roseann saw the pictures in Lucy's hand, and took them back. She put them into her blazer jacket. Whatever had happened, Lucy had held onto the pictures. She stood up and waved the flashlight at the school. Roseann had made arrangements for one of the girls to call for help if they needed it.
Roseann had become worried when she tried to find Lucy, and was told that she should be on the grounds. She had not signed out or asked permission to leave the grounds.
In a few moments, there were other people coming to help. Roseann was wondering just what could have happened. She looked over her friend to see if there were any other signs. She noticed that her skirt was a bit damp.
Oh, no, was she raped and beaten? She had to find out before the others got here. She bent very close to Lucy's ear and called her.
"Lucy, please listen to me. Were you raped?"
Lucy was beginning to become aware of some sounds, and when she opened her eyes she saw Roseann looking down at her. Roseann repeated the question.
"Raped? I guess I did, but he had it coming."
She smiled at her joke, and tried to move. The pain shot through her arm.
"Ow, my arm. I bet I broke it."
"Lucy what happened?"
"I fell when I tried to jump the wall. Caught my foot. That's all."
Roseann handled everything when help did come. She directed the operation and was there to see that Lucy was taken care of with all the best.
Mrs. Arthur was on that night and she could not believe that in the space of several weeks, Lucy had two accidents. She was beginning to think the girl was accident prome.
"She talked to me before she passed out again. She was sitting on the wall and then, she went to jump off it, and her shoe got caught in the crevice She fell on her arm."
"How did she get so far away from the wall, Roseann?"
"She must have tried to walk and fell again. The doctor is worried about her arm."
Lucy spent four days in the hospital, with a slight concussion, and a badly broken arm. Her right arm.
When Lucy woke in the hospital, her parents were there. She wasn't quite sure what had gone on, but the looks on her parents faces were difficult to read. Her father spoke first.
"We are taking you home as soon as the doctor says it is okay."
"But, I don't want to go home."
"This is ridiculous. It is as though you were trying to commit suicide."
Now her mother joined in. She seemed very upset.
"Your father's right. We should never have sent you here. You belong at home with us. You are becoming destructive, self-destructive."
"No, really. I'm not. It was an accident. A silly, stupid accident."
"Honey, please don't fight us. Your mother and I are very sorry. We only hope that you can forgive us."
Lucy lay there, stunned by what her parents were saying. They thought that she tried to jump off the wall and commit suicide? Had they seen the wall? It wasn't high enough to kill an insect without wings.
When she tried to explain that she was just out for some air, they twisted the story until it fit their version.
"Yes, you were despondent and went for a long walk. You came to the wall, and in desperation, you tried to hurt yourself."
"Mom, stop that."
"No, next time, you might be on the top floor of the school, and decide that it's not worth it anymore."
How was she going to get across to her parents the real reason she had gotten into that accident in the first place? She could not form the words. Uh, Mom, Dad, the reason that I fell was that I was fucking with this strange boy and then he got ashamed and I got mad.
It didn't sound very good. And she couldn't say it. If the truth came out, she would be expelled for sure, anyway. Either way, she lost. Damn, what a thing to happen.
There was no way that she could sway her parents. Even her father had made up his mind, and Lucy knew that she could not change it.
"I wanted to believe you the other time when you said that you were happy here. It was really true that you only were afraid of coming home. You aren't happy anymore."
Then her mother chimed in.
"Anyway, the reason for you going away in the first place has been cleared up. That girl had left the neighborhood. Some school far away. I suppose her parents were as upset as we were."
Lucy wanted to scream that she's here, and she found me.
That wasn't necessary, however. Just then, the door opened, and Mrs. Arthur came in with Roseann.
"Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I'm glad that you're here. I guess that you should thank your daughter's friend for saving her life."
The Grangers stared at Roseann and then at Lucy. They were beyond comprehension. Mrs. Arthur, however, went on with the explanation.
"I knew that you would want to thank this wonderful girl for saving your daughter. If she had not gone out to look for Lucy, when she missed her, it is possible that Lucy may have been more seriously injured. The advanced shock."
"Hello. Mr. Granger. Mrs. Granger. How have you been?"
Lucy shrank down in the bed. She knew that they would have her on the first bus or train when she could travel.
After the arrangements had been made, Lucy spent some time back at the school to recuperate before the doctors would allow her to travel. Mrs. Arthur could not understand Lucy's parents attitude towards the girl who had saved her life.
The truth of it was that it would mean admitting that Roseann wasn't all bad. That would knock their theories out of the window, and they would be completely guilty. That was too hard to take, so they ignored it.
Frankly, Lucy was disappointed in her father. She would have expected him to be more understanding or at least fairer to Roseann.
Roseann spent some time with Lucy before she was scheduled to go home.
"This is really some bad luck. What are you going to do?"
"Oh, probably die. I don't know. I don't want to be in the same house as that woman."
"You mean your mother?"
"Yes."
"Well, look at it this way. You like Timmy, and he likes you. He's still there."
Lucy lit up at the mention of his name. Sure, she could spend more time with him. He wasn't Roseann, but he was her brother, and it was some connection to her. Anyway, he could fuck really good.
After Roseann left her room, Lucy sat there thinking about Timmy. He had been the one to start her on this road of experience. Perhaps her future lay back there with him. Anyway, when she thought about it in that way, she wasn't that upset about it all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The days were getting warmer, and the air of the excitement grew with the change in temperature. Graduation was at the end of June and that opened the gateway to the better things in life for most of the senior class.
Suddenly, the seniority that they possessed in this atmosphere was suspect. The Junior class was beginning to take on the superior air. and the seniors were taking on the demeanor of the college frosh. Brazen but unsure in this still familiar atmosphere.
Most of the talk was centered on which college was the best and why. The girls talked more of what they were going to study than of who they were going out with. The mad rush for college acceptances were pretty much over, but there were still a few waiting out that horrible interim period of the waiting list.
Along with the excitement of the new world for the seniors was a bit of sadness. Many of the girls had learned to love the school grounds, and the friendships that they had made over the four-year period. It was not that easy to shift loyalties and break off friendships.
There was the scent of change in the air. The flowers were blooming along with the feelings in the girls. There were innumerable parties being given by one group or the other in the Farewell to the Seniors.
Vera Merrill was no exception to the rite of graduation. She was very involved with the new college. She had gotten into the school with little difficulty because of her grades. She had to make plans about housing, however, since she did not choose to live in a dormitory anymore.
There were still some end term tests to be gotten out of the way, but that was in no way a detriment to Vera's enjoyment of things now. There was little probability that she would do anything less than wonderful.
There was a slight strain beginning to show in Vera's relationship with Alex Drysdale, however. Vera had been a bit wary of the real meaning of her relationship with him. She didn't want it to be that hollow arrangement that many of the girls had with the teachers.
However, she could not lie to herself. Once she left the school, her affair with him would be over.. There would be no way that they could communicate or see each other. The college she was going to attend was too far away to allow any visiting to speak of.
Something else was present in the facts, however. There would be new girls in the senior class, and since Alex was staying on as a teacher, no doubt he would be making arrangements with one of them to take her place.
That bothered Vera a bit. More than just a bit. She did not think of herself as in love with Alex, but her pride wanted him to be taken with her. They had a good relationship, with a lot of humor and fun times to remember.
Though she had not mentioned it as yet to Alex, she wanted to know that he would miss her. She wanted to know that he would miss the feel her of her body, the sound of her, voice. It was beginning to mean a great deal to her.
Though they didn't meet every week, Vera usually saw Alex on the weekends. For the last two months, it had been on Sundays, instead of the Saturday schedule. Alex's wife, Marian no longer had the Scout troops meetings, but he managed to get away for preparation committee meeting for the graduation coming up.
They usually had about two hours together on these days. He would pick her up a bit farther away from the school, since, in the good weather, some of the faculty and the students took to walking a lot around the neighborhood.
Vera was waiting on the corner for Alex. She felt a bit strange today. It was a beautiful Sunday in May, and Vera had to cancel a visit with her friend's family. She had wanted to sec them, but she knew that she wouldn't see Alex much more and was torn between him and these nice people.
The mood was bad for their affair, was no permanency to it Alex did not think in those terms. Sure, she was a girl more mature and unlike any of the other girls presently in the school. But. every few years, a girl, somewhat similar came along. Not in the exact combination. No, not at all.
Vera was perfect for Alex. She supplied him with the elements of a happy affair. She wasn't a child. She was mature in her behavior. There was no clique that she favored, and she wasn't likely to embarrass him by doing something very silly in public.
Many times, they had taken short drives, just to be together, and he could always count on her for the perfect behavior. She was beautiful to look at and to talk to. Her mind was fascinating. There was information in that lovely head that should have belonged to a much older person. She was precocious in every way.
He loved to see her waiting on the corner for him as he drove up. She was smiling and ready with a kiss. She always gave herself with such willingness. There was never the sense of sacrifice or bribery with Vera. She enjoyed his body as much as he did hers, and there was no fanfare about it.
Her honesty, however, could cause problems for them. It was in keeping with her personality to sit down and ask very startling question. Today was the day that she would do that. She wanted to know just how it was going to end.
Despite the fact that she had to admit that there was no other way, Vera did not want to see her relationship with Alex to dissolve on graduation day, and to watch him eyeing one of the incoming seniors as she walked away with her, diploma.
There was the other side to the story nonetheless. There would be other men at the college that she was planning to attend. Would she not be setting her sights on newer and greener pastures? Of course, she would. That bothered her to some extent.
The truth of this matter was that she did not like to think of herself as promiscuous. She did not want to think of planning an affair with someone else while she was still meeting with Alex. She prided their affair with the real feeling that it took to insure some honest communication.
Sixteen is a terribly young age to demand perfection. Vera could not know that intelligence and even common sense are no match for that combination plus some experience. Only the years would give that to her. She could not see beyond the narrow strictures of what her experiences had shown her in her sixteen years.
There was no way for her to soften the situation for herself and Alex. She could not accept the inevitable and enjoy what was left. The feeling of something lost was gnawing at her, and she had to talk about it. There was no other way for her.
When Alex stopped the car for her, he thought that he read a bit of concern on her face. She looked very pretty in a pink sweater and skirt outfit. She was wearing the cardigan sweater over her shoulders, tucked under the collar of the blouse she wore.
"Hi, honey. How was your day yesterday?"
"Oh, just fine. I got most of my studying done."
Alex could read the mood in her voice. She usually bounced into the car, gave him a kiss, and stole her hand over to squeeze his leg while they drove to the apartment.
Today, she only kept her hands in her lap, and she looked out the car window as they drove. The shadow over her face was growing clearer. Her lovely brows were beginning to knit together, and her eyes were clouded.
"What's the matter, Vera?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Come on. I know something is bothering you."
Vera sat quietly for a few moments. She was going to ask that question and in a way, she didn't want to. What could he say? Only what she didn't want to hear.
"How do you feel about me? About us?"
"Do we have to start naming things at this late date?"
"What do you mean by late date?"
"Oh, nothing. I only mean that we've been together for months now. Why the sudden concern over it now?"
Alex had almost added the fatal words. He had almost said, "Why worry when it is almost over?" That would have been a horrible mistake on his part. He knew that before he said anything else; "I don't think it's late at all!"
"Why don't we talk about it when we get to the apartment?"
Vera agreed and sat stiffly watching the colorful countryside outside. She was lapsing into a very depressed mood. She was disturbed by his words even though he had not said anything that was objectionable. It was more a feeling that she had.
Alex parked the car in the driveway of the building. He was beginning to dread the coming encounter. He had never seen Vera in this type of a mood. Sure, she had exhibited some displeasure occasionally, but never such a sadness about her. He did not know how to cope with it. In many ways, she was a girl, but sometimes, she exhibited the more serious forms of the adolescent problems. Adulthood.
When they got into the apartment, Alex brought her into his arms and kissed her. They always did but usually, the embrace was passionate and playful. Today, he kissed her gently and very tenderly.
"I've never seen you this way. Did anything happen?"
"No. I have been thinking of this for a while now, and I just can't seem to get around it anymore."
"Okay, then we'll talk about it."
Vera sat on the couch. She was sitting on the edge of it, tense and unable to relax. She was torn even now. One part of her wanted to forget about all this nonsense and jump into bed with Alex. She knew deep in her that it would be all over rather soon, and she should enjoy all that she could. This was no great tragedy.
However, the other part of her told her that she must find out just what was going on. She did not want to be a convenience item for Alex. And, if that was all she was, why prolong it any more.
Getting the first words out again were agony for her, but she managed.
"I want to know what we are all about."
"We are just two people who enjoy each other. We give a lot to each other and we get a lot from each other. I think that's great."
"But, what are we giving and getting?"
"Affection, enjoyment, pleasure."
Alex did not want to lie to her. He had never intended her to get this serious about what should have been a delightful, sex-filled time.. He was getting a bit impatient. He got enough of this kind of thing at home from Marian. Why did he need any more of it? However, he tried to hold his patience. "Nothing deeper?"
"Vera, please try to understand our situation."
Vera caught the note of impatience in his voice. She looked up sharply and glared at him.
"And just what is our situation. Alex?"
"I am a teacher, you are my student. I am married with children. You are sixteen years old, and on your way to a whole new life at college. You are going hundreds, no thousands of miles away. There are other things, but those are just for starts."
"I know that. But, can't there be something else? I don't know what I mean, but just something to say that it just wasn't a good lay and that's that."
Alex thought that he saw a way around her mood. He guessed that she wanted some affection. He had never given her any gifts or such. It just wasn't part of their thing together. But, he figured that he could use some softening techniques. He was horny, and wanted to get her into bed.
He walked over to her and sat beside her. He put his arms around her, and noted that this much was right. She came into his arms willingly.
"Oh, honey, I care about you. You know that."
"Oh, I don't know what's going on anymore."
"Well, I do care about you, and I hope you care for me. It wouldn't be the same if you didn't."
"You mean that you wouldn't just want to get me into bed? You know, like some of the other people that I've heard about at the school?"
Alex gulped. He didn't realize that the girls had that much of a grapevine on the promiscuity of the faculty.
"Uh, what about the other teachers at the school?"
"Oh, I don't listen to all of it. It's just that most of the girls joke about some of the teachers."
"What do they say about them?"
"Oh, some of them are only after a piece of ass. You know, like Mr. Gallows. He was the one who was involved with that new girl. You know, the one who was taken home to her parents after she broke her arm."
"Oh, yes. I think I remember. What about them?"
"Oh, he was up in her room when she was supposed to have had an accident. All the kids were joking about it. They said that everyone knows how he acts."
"How do these girls know? Did this girl tell them?"
"No, it's just that he had a reputation for liking younger girls, that's all."
Alex wasn't crazy about the idea of the students keeping a catalogue on all the teachers. He envisioned lists being available for the administrative staff to review.
"Do they talk about other teachers like that?"
"Yes, they do."
Alex didn't want to ask the question, and he had no idea as to whether Vera knew about the other girls that he used to go with. He was in a pattern of casual sex. She had been an exception.
He didn't want to talk any more. He had her in his arms and if he could, he wanted to keep her there. Talk could only makes things worse. There was nothing to say, really. He put his hand on her shoulder and nudged her head up towards his mouth. He kissed her again, and Vera held the kiss. The other part of her will was getting to her. She sensed that what they could say would only be bad, and right now, all she really eared about was getting him closer to her and into bed.
They walked into the bedroom, locked in each to hers arms. As they stood in the middle of the bedroom, Alex grabbed her hard against his body and pressed her into himself. He worked his hands down her back, and began to fool with the waistband of her skirt.
Vera felt his fingers inside her skirt and started to wiggle against him. Suddenly, the sadness was gone, and they were together again. She moved her hand to the button and opened it for him.
Alex felt the change in her body. She started to relax and melted against him as he pressed her forward. He broke the kiss and picked her up in his arms. She laughed then, as he carried her to the bed.
He began to undress her as soon as he had her there. He unzipped her skirt and helped her shimmy out of it. Next he took her blouse off. It was soft and sheer, and he found his cock responding as he bared her beautiful breasts.
Vera had shaken the gloom and she enjoyed watching his face light up at the sight of her body. She loved to see his reactions to her charms. It made her feel so attractive.
To her, Alex was a glamorous man. He was older, polished, as far as she was concerned, and he had status in the community of which she was part. Only time would tell how he fared in her opinion when she got out into the larger world.
When he had her stripped completely, he set about undressing himself very quickly. Vera lounged with her legs slightly parted, and her hands under her head on the pillow. Her breasts were jutting forward in this position, and her pussy was prominent. She was teasing him, and she loved it.
When he had thrown his things on the chair he came at her. He playfully jumped on top of her, and she made a big play of being shocked and scared.
"Oh, no, don't do that! You're suffocating me!"
Alex laughed, rolled over to her side and kissed her deeply on the mouth. He let his hands roam freely over her and rubbed her breasts between both hands. He took her nipples into the fingers of each hand and rolled them gently, at first.
Then, however, he squeezed them just the slightest to elicit a moan of pleasure from her. Vera reached down and took his penis into her hands. She found a full erection and thrilled to the hardness that gave her so much pleasure. She rubbed up and down the shaft, slowly, and deliberately.
When she went down further to his scrotum, however, Alex moaned, himself. He loved the way she tended to his jewels. She could make him feel ten feet tall when she did these things to him. He wanted her to continue with that forever, but that would not give him the opportunity to love her the way he wanted to.
He flipped on top of her, forcing his cock up against her stomach. He crushed her breasts beneath his chest and sought out her soul with his tongue. He kissed her more than he ever had. It seemed important to communicate this way today.
Vera complied with the implied wish by opening her legs wide for Alex. It was very natural and very easy after that. Alex positioned himself without any aid from his or her hands. The tip of his cock slipped into place so naturally.
Their bodies were in control of the action. It was as if their bodies knew it well enough to perform while they were otherwise occupied. His cock sought out the dark opening that it wanted. It nudged itself inside briefly and then forced its way deeper and deeper.
Vera and Alex kissed deeply, but not desperately. They were moving together and meshing their bodies so naturally that before long, he had totally penetrated her, and they were locked by the hardness of his body.
Alex thrust deeply into her, and when he withdrew, the shocks of pleasure flew through his body. The silky softness of her vagina was indescribable. It was as if he was thrusting his cock into a sheath of tight velvet. Soft, moist and tight.
That combination is hard to match anywhere. Alex stroked steadily, but gently. The sensation of her wrapped around him was enough to sustain him without the wild lusting that usually accompanied their lovemaking.
The scene was so good. They lay on the bed, locked into each others bodies moving steadily, kissing all the while. He was swaying in the softest body trap.
The sensations to his brain were steady and delicious.
As he stroked this young and tender girl, he realized that in a few weeks, a month, she would be gone. For the first time in their relationship, he began to feel the sorrow of the unavoidable ending.
There would be no more warmth, no more softness to sink into. Damn, just some new pussy, some new face, but they wouldn't be Vera. He had never thought about their relationship as anything that serious. Damn.
Vera was pinned underneath Alex, and the primitive desires had overtaken her need to find out how Alex felt about her. She suspected that she knew the answer and that would not make her happy. Wisely she looked to the good she could take from it.
Their lovemaking went on for a long time that afternoon. The breeze blew in from the slightly opened window and blew across their naked bodies. It was a lovely scent and was so refreshing.
They spent the entire time kissing, breaking only to look into each other's eyes. What they read in each other surprised Vera a bit. She thought that she saw some sense of loss. That pleased her.
The feelings were building inside her, and she longed to continue them forever, herself. The sensuous feeling of his cock impaling her, sending the nicest thrills into every part of her body was something that she treasured. Alex did so many wonderful things to her that she didn't want it to end ever.
For some reason, while they were making love, Vera had a mad desire to ask Alex a question. She needed to know. She broke the kiss, and put her hands on either side of his face. She looked directly into his eyes.
"Alex, will you remember me, after I'm gone? Will you ever think about me later on?"
Alex was very sober and very serious when he answered her. He was deep into her lovely body and the thrills were almost blinding him.
"I don't think that I will ever be able to forget you."
That made Vera happy, and she brought his face closer to hers. She kissed him on the lips, never breaking the stroking rhythm. They held that kiss to the last moment.
They were getting close to coming. It was difficult to take that kind of loving without bursting shortly. Alex increased the speed of his thrusts and Vera knew that they would share a memorable experience right now. She worked her hips up towards him, off the bed.
.They met and melted in the increasing joy. They could feel the surge of excitement building in each of their bodies. Vera was beginning to clutch at his back and his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to be very close to her.
The crescendo was building and they were helpless to stop the progression. The bed creaked as they moved a faster and faster, and then, Alex was holding her so very tight, and Vera was grabbing at him, and it happened.
They burst into a monumental orgasm simultaneously. Neither said anything but the moans and groans of pleasure that they elicited were sufficient to make the ecstasy they felt known to each other.
Vera growled deeply and scratched across his back, arching her back and hips to smash herself flat against him, forcing his cock deeper into her yet. She was throbbing with feeling and pleasure, and could not contain herself in the heavenly moment.
Alex was crushing Vera into the bed, desperate to get the most of the sheath that was convulsing all around him. The vise that was closing on his cock and squeezing the come from him. Demanding to be given the cream that was the precious offering of their lovemaking.
They were lost in the suspension of reality and gravity, and they floated into each other's souls. It was unbelievable, and yet so natural. It was the most wonderful experience that either of them had experienced to date.
As the excruciating pleasure ebbed, they rocked on the bed, and slowed as the feelings died. They were caught up in the aftermath of the feelings and lay there joined still, holding each other.
They did not speak for a long time. They merely cradled in each other's arms, silently taking in all the affection that was free for them. They absorbed the good that they had given to each other, and that would remain unique to their coupling.
The rest of the afternoon, they talked and held each other. Each knew that it would be the end soon, but neither talked about it. Vera did not mention it again that day, or at subsequent rendezvous. She had discovered what she wanted to know and was satisfied with the man's answer.
They talked about her future and her plans for college in the fall, but it was very general and not of where she would live and what she would do. That would not be right just now.
When it was time to go, they embraced meaningfully. Their kiss was as tender as was their lovemaking symbolic. They held hands in the car and when he stopped to let Vera out of the car. he bent over and kissed her.
Vera walked away from the car, back to the school she was leaving very soon. Her thoughts were lighter, and her acceptance of the future was much greater. She had grown in those past few hours. But, then so had Alex, lie would never forget Vera.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The fact that Lucy left the school dampened Roseann's spirits a bit, but she was very resilient, and threw herself into her other interests. She increased her lending library with a new shipment from her brother, and since the girls were beginning to become a bit more particular, she began to take reservations for the more popular books.
The fee for the rental of the books went to a quarter per book. Some of the girls balked, but they quickly paid the money to get their hands on the novels and case study books.
Roseann had managed another French deck, and she rented that out at one dollar per viewing. Her reasoning was that it was a risk on her part, and "that it was an expensive set of pictures. There were not as many takers on the pictures at first, since most of the girls were embarrassed by the frankness of the shots. Very soon, however, the pictures had a longer waiting list than the books.
The faculty was aware, unofficially, of Roseann's activities, but when they tried to speak with her casually about the enterprises, she would usually charm them so that they forgot they were supposed to be reprimanding her. She became very friendly with the administrators of the school, and very soon, she had gotten herself elected to almost every committee that the school had.
The big event about this time of year was a show and a luncheon that the junior class put on for the seniors. It was usually a mixture of some jokes about the teachers in the school, or anything that went on during the school year that was of laughable value.
Roseann managed to get herself elected as the chairman of the event. She said that she would take care of the entertainment. She planned the entire event, and gave different duties to those girls she trusted. It was to be a surprise to the senior class and she wanted to insure that it was.
Roseann was thrilled with her new position at the school. It fit her personality very well. She enjoyed the sense of power. Her sense of humor was enlarged and she got the opportunity to use her talents in every way.
The last few months had been particularly interesting for her. She had developed a relationship with Mark Henner and Guy Welger that was very satisfactory. She saw one of them almost every day, and sometimes, both of them on the same day. The day that she finally made it with the athletic coach had been a very good day for her.
Roseann managed to get free during the school day to take care of her personal affairs. She would be involved with something in the school office during some class that she was not particularly excited about. Usually, she stepped out on her history class. She liked the teacher, but he seemed too serious for her, and it was of little use to pitch in a place where there were no possibility of a home run.
This one day, Roseann had managed to get a pass to be excused from history and walked along to see what mischief she could get into. It was just after lunch and she spotted Guy
Welger walking along to the gym area.
She had not been able to get back to him since their first encounter on the grounds, and Roseann was anxious to do so. She smiled and called to him now, making sure that he noticed the way she had her blazer open to show her chest.
"Hello Mr. Welger. I'm so glad to see you. I have thought about you ever since that day."
Almost immediately, Welger began to leer at her. His memory was rather good about that day, she concluded.
"Are you on your way to class?"
"No, I work out at this time of the day."
"Oh, really? May I watch? I don't have a class this period."
She followed him into the gym, and watched him strip down to his gym shirt and his shorts. They were like track shorts, and the legs were very wide. Every time he moved, she made an effort to look up the legs. She smiled as he caught her doing so, and the discovery of her naughty activity seemed to throw him into a state of excitement.
As he used the chinning bar and then the parallel bars and the ropes, Roseann remarked on how wonderful he looked.
"Oh, I don't think that I have ever seen such muscles. All over you."
She said that as he was swinging on the ropes. He almost lost his grip and made a clumsy descent. His crotch was getting in the way. It was swollen.
Roseann decided that it was no fun to beat around the bush. She went over to him and put her hand on his bulge. He moaned and started to breathe hard.
"Look, why don't we get acquainted. I've wanted to fuck with you since I met you."
Guy stumbled to the gym door and locked it. Roseann was following him, and was on his heels as he opened the door to the equipment room. Roseann looked around and all she saw was the athletic equipment. There didn't seem to be much more.
"This is the only place that's safe during the school day."
As he spoke, he pushed the iron stand in front of the door so that it could not be opened. Roseann was amused watching him move into action. It was apparent that he had done this before. So much the better, he wouldn't be awkward about it.
Before she could say anything, he had spread a mat on the floor. It was only a three foot space, but Roseann guessed that it worked. Before her eyes, Guy Welger got on the mat and stripped out of his shorts and his jock strap.
What Roseann saw before her delighted her.
He had an enormous cock. It was standing up almost straight and she couldn't help putting her hand on it almost immediately. She squeezed it and then, bent and put her tongue on it.
Guy shuddered with pleasure as her tongue hit his cock, and grabbed her head to keep her there. Roseann opened her mouth and swallowed all of the giant prick that she could, grabbing his balls in her hands. She was delighted with this discovery. It was more than she expected.
Roseann liked the taste of a man. She sucked on his prick, but she didn't want to get him off this way. She felt like a good lay, and she didn't want to take any chances on losing it.
She tried to take her mouth away, but he was lost in the feelings he was experiencing from her sucking. So, instead of fighting with him, she raised her hands and grabbed quickly at his waist.
Guy started and yelled out.
"Hey, don't do that to me! I'm ticklish."
Roseann, however had succeeded in freeing herself from his grasp.
"Look. When I said that I wanted to fuck with you, that is just what I meant. Not suck. I was just being friendly, that's all."
While she spoke, she removed her panties, and put them on the iron block. She positioned herself on the dusty mat and waited for Guy to get on top of her. It was then that she noticed how filthy the mat was.
"What the hell is this thing?"
"I don't know. It's been here forever."
"It must be an old horse blanket, complete with the fleas."
Roseann got up hurriedly and moved away from it. It was too dirty to lie on. She looked around, but there wasn't much room in this tiny place. She wanted to get it, and time was running out.
Guy wasn't much help. His originality was extremely lacking, and so, in desperation, Roseann pulled him into the only clear space in the room.
"I'll bend over and you shove it in. I like it that way, anyhow."
Guy needed no second set of instructions. He was strong, and he helped her to bend almost all the way over. He held her there, and she felt his dick prodding her in the seat of her warmth.
Roseann reached back, and, guiding him with her senses, she pushed him into the very middle of her opening. She was anticipating his thrust, and she was backing onto him.
"Come on, do it to me."
Guy took hold of her hips now, and held her still while he thrust into her. His cock was thick, and it took a moment for him to make it into her. Then, however it was merely an exercise in his brawn. He held her and shoved hard.
"Wow! Can you fuck!"
"Thanks. I love to do it!"
Guy thrust again into Roseann, and filled her with his wide, hot prick. Her wetness helped him into her, and when he made the next push, he impaled her up to the hilt. He was buried completely in her pussy.
Roseann tightened her muscles and enjoyed the experience of squeezing his thick cock. She was thrilled by the size of it, and the strength he had to use. She moaned as he withdrew it from a thrust into her. When he put his strength to it, she almost went into the iron horse in front of her.
"Oh, wow! Goddamn, you are strong!"
Guy reacted to this very favorably and continued his pistoning. He was squeezing his thickness into her tight cunt and grunted as he did it. He closed his eyes and stroked quickly. He was totally consumed with making it inside her tight pussy.
Roseann realized that he was after a quick fuck and that suited her just fine. She couldn't stay out of class that long, anyway. She didn't want to abuse the special privileges that she had granted herself.
She thrust herself back on the implement of pleasure and shrilled with the wild sensations she experienced.. . . She ground her hips in a circle and contracted her tight muscles as hard as she could. She was squeezing him, but more than that, she was getting the most out of him for her own pleasure.
"Oh, Roseann, you have the wildest pussy that I've ever fucked!"
"I think I'm going to enjoy being at this school. Quite a bit."
Now, however, they were too busy to talk. Both of them were involved with getting to the goal line in the shortest time. The only sounds in the room were their grunts and the twack and slap of his cock sawing in and out of her tightness.
Then, in a rush, Guy began to hump her with the speed of an engine piston. He was uncontrollable and he nearly banged her head into the iron horse again. She stayed herself with her hands and fought back.
Before she could gain any ground, however, Guy was shouting and moaning such as she had never heard before.
"Oh, fuck, fuck! I'm making it!"
He burst into her with a gallon of semen and flooded her. He kept pumping as he ejaculated and the cream began to spurt out and run down her legs. It was all over his scrotum and his legs, too.
Roseann knew that she was very near the top herself, and as she felt the shot of cream, the pattern clicked. She drove herself back on his cock and moaned with the excruciating pleasure she felt.
They were lost in the wild act, and when they had come to a slower movement, Welger was moving in and out of her still, and they moved apart, away from each other. His long cock slipped out of her pussy, and since it was limp, there was no way he could get it back in.
Roseann cursed. She was not finished. She grabbed back for it, but by the time she got her hand around the sodden mass, it was too late anyway.
Guy Welger was insensitive to her annoyance. He simply stepped back, and started to wipe his legs down with a towel. Getting his jock back on was a bit of a struggle.
Roseann had the distinct desire to whack him one in the balls, but the sight of him struggling to shove the wet, crinkled flesh back into the tight pouch was so comical to her that she had to stop herself from laughing hysterically.
She straightened herself, and made a note for herself. Next time, she would have to make sure that she was there before him. He didn't last after the first blast of come. Not like some other men she knew and fucked. They could stay hard for some time afterwards.
Since that time, she and Guy had a better understanding of what they did together. They had developed a very good system of a quick lay. Roseann usually stood up and took it the way she had the first time. She liked it, and he was so damn big and long that it was a wild feeling.
Just now, however, Roseann was concerned with setting up the party. She wanted everything to go just right. This would establish her as a major caterer and producer. It might be a career for her to follow after she was finished with this place.
A committee usually decides about the food, but Roseann made up the menu and presented it as the choice of everyone present. No one said a word. Then, no one would want to. The menu was superb. Perhaps not suitable for the occasion, but magnificence, anyway.
"I thought that starting off with a clear consomm' would be appropriate. Oh, yes, the appetizers will include black caviar. I love it. Hard-boiled eggs, and some Roquefort with butter, stuffed into celery. Good, huh?"
The group all agreed enthusiastically, and went on happily when Roseann divulged the fact that she had ordered ten cases of champagne. She told them that it was the only real way to celebrate something so important. The rest of the menu included stuffed mushrooms and Duchess potatoes around Beef Wellington. The dessert would be coupe aux marrons glace.
"I just love the taste of the chestnuts, and not to mention the sweet syrup."
No one put up so much as a whimper, and Roseann put the order in to the caterer that the school had an account with. She gave the order herself, and the man was incredulous as he took it.
"Are you sure that this has been approved? Who made up this menu?"
Roseann put on her very adult voice and shattered the man.
"The head of the faculty has informed us that Beef Wellington is her favorite dish. Would you prefer to call the principal and the president to verify a food order?"
However, the man required a letter from the office, confirming the date of the affair and the menu. Roseann typed up the letter and had the principal sign it. However, when the principal signed the letter, it was only a blank piece of paper. Roseann explained that she had been asked to get her signature so the graduating class could have it engraved as a special note to their gift to her.
The entertainment was something special, however. There were two phases. One would be the usual skits and songs, and that would be for the benefit of all the faculty and students.
However, afterwards, Roseann had lined up some of the finest stag films that she could lay her hands on. She knew of one that used a man who looked just like one of the teachers, and that would be a good gag.
She had to order a projector for the purpose, and again, she used . her devious means to acquire the equipment. In a friendly way, she used some of the money that she had made on her lending library on the films. She thought that it was an appropriate gift for the farewell to better things.
Roseann outdid herself as far as the favors for the party were concerned. She went to the trouble of getting packages of the Day-Glo condoms, enough for each girl. Then, she ordered the golden charms that showed couples in different positions and packaged them in their boxes with the condoms underneath the charms. The rest were to be used to blow up and used for the balloon art that graced the tables.
When the day for the special event, Roseann had her committees set up in time to get everything set. The tables were done nicely, and the meal was ready to be served. Everything went very well.
The dinner was a spectacular success, though the price was astronomical. But the entertainment was more than anyone expected. Just for laughs, and as a sneak preview, Roseann had snatches of the stag film shown. The part with the faculty look-alike in it. Everyone roared.
The favors caused an uproar. The only problem was that none of the girls could take . the charms home. They had a laugh, and when the word was passed that the balloons were actually condoms, the party got a bit hilarious.
The faculty left and the rest of the champagne was brought out. The lights were doused and the stag films started. There was silence until the last image faded from the scene.
No one could be found later that evening, and it was impossible to get a reservation at the senior apartment. The films had worked as an aphrodisiac. Roseann was so pleased with her work that she allowed herself an extra session with Mark the next day.
The school was never the same after Roseann Tunney arrived. The junior class had a meeting and granted themselves more privacy in their quarters. They petitioned for and granted themselves locks on the doors, and no inspection. Life was going to be more fun than ever at Gerrard School For Girls.
Thee graduation was the only official function left before the summer vacation. Many girls were leaving for vacations in Europe, but when they went, they had" copies of the French deck and the books that had been available for loan purposes.
Roseann found it more profitable to order copies for the girls with an extra charge attached, for service. She formed her own book club, and it was very popular by the time school was ready to let out.
Only one person challenged her on what she was doing, anil that was Mrs. Arthur. Roseann. however, convinced her that it was the epitome of the capitalistic ideal. At sixteen, she had started her own enterprises and was becoming successful. She was ready for a better future.
When Mrs. Arthur left her. she had been convinced that Gerrard School hail made an important contribution to the world by getting Roseann's business started. In its own way, the logic worked.
As the last days of school came around. Roseann made sure that she had taken all orders for the coming semester. She was enlarging her business to condoms, creams, dildos, and films. She was buying her own projector for the purpose of renting it out.
As she packed her clothes for her vacation, Roseann could not help but be pleased with herself when she took inventory. She had conquered one school, started a substantial business, and would be getting a diploma, beside.
Her vacation would be spent getting ready for the coming school year, and, of course, fucking. That was as natural to Roseann as breathing. She was very pleased with what she had accomplished and spent some time telling her brother and Lucy about it.
Lucy was getting along just fine with Tim, and since her parents had calmed down from the shock of seeing Roseann at the school, too, they were less strict with Lucy. It didn't matter, however. Lucy had gotten very proficient in doing what she wanted to do in the hours that her parents set up for her to be out.
They had outsmarted them without having determined to do that in the very beginning.
She had learned how to live doing what she had to do, and, for that brief time in Gerrard school, she had been a different person.
While the girls got ready for a new semester at the school, the teachers were gearing up for the fall term. Alex wasn't looking forward to any more serious affairs with his students just yet, but he certainly would not mind a quick, friendly rendezvous.
Guy was occupied with building his body up so that he could get the attention of the more attractive girls, and kept in shape for all the encounters with Roseann that were to start in September.
Mark was delighted with the situation, but he did decline Roseann's offer of introducing him to the girls who were interested in what he had to offer. He figured that with Roseann in the senior class and the perky juniors coming in, he would be very, very busy.
The sexual climate at Gerrard had grown somewhat since Roseann. More than anything, Roseann had brought it to the surface. It had existed underneath, and, certainly, not in such an outward and casual manner, but it was there. She was the catalyst, and served her schoolmates well.
Over the summer, Roseann and Lucy kept in contact with some of their teachers. Roseann, privy as she was to all the offices in the Gerrard school, had been able to copy all the telephone numbers and addresses of her favorites. She made sure that Lucy's paramours were included. And so they could begin their extra-curricular summer activities.
Lucy was delighted. The girls met one summer afternoon and discussed their strategies of contact.
"I think," said Roseann in an offhand way, that we should call up everyone, no matter if they have wives or not, and act as if we are from the school proper, organizing a summer meeting for the teachers to discuss courses. We can say that it will be a mandatory weekend thing. My parents are going on vacation in two weeks.
"Although I could suggest using my house here, I think the one they have in the country would be better. It's in the woods and no one would disturb us. You could say that you are going camping with Susie and other friends, not me of course, and have Susie call your parents to confirm it. I'm sure your Ma and Pa would be happy for you to get away from me for a few days. And we could have a wild time.
"Let's see, I have the numbers here. What say we start calling tonight when my folks go out to the movies?"
Lucy nodded her head in agreement, then practically bubbled over with her own contributions for the party. "We could have place cards," she chuckled, "only they would have a certain person and position written on them. Since no one would be allowed to tell anyone else whose card they have, and no two cards would be a perfect match, that would mean that at least there would be two couplings per person on that night.
"An orgy, Roseann! Let's throw a fucking orgy with all the trimmings! How big is your parent's place? How many people could we invite? I'm sure all the girls could get away on the camping pretense and all the teachers could do it on the course evaluation bullshit!" she said with a grin.
"We could print up really straight looking schedule-of-events cards too, for people like Ed. We could ask for contributions. What a smashing time we could have if we got a good bit of money together!
"Just think of your gala end of the term party. We could have films and gadgets and make each room into a different special event place."
She would have gone on, but Roseann interrupted. "Hold your horses," she said.
"First things first. Okay, I'll start writing up a 'serious' program of events this afternoon. My parents have three bedrooms-one for themselves, one for us kids, and one for any other guests. That's three. Then there's the living room and the dining room which can be converted later. Well, I guess that's enough space for-let's say, sixteen people. I'm sure no one will mind getting squeezed. I know, we'll call it a school retreat for the girls and teachers, not mentioning, of course, that it will be one wild session together for all of us! Boy. will this be something!"
"Okay," yelled Lucy. "Retreat of the Gerrard School Gang! Maybe we can even take pictures. Oh hell, what a fucking blast!"
"Miss Lucy," Roseann was putting on her Southern drawl, "now you all go on home and work on the fixings for the party. Ah did all the food plannin's before dahlin' and ah don't want to be as tuckered from all that. You decide on that y'all hear?"
Lucy nodded and ran home. Her mother was very surprised to see her go rushing up to her room in the middle of the afternoon and begin scribbling at her desk, but she thought, oh well, it's good to see her do something besides hang out with Roseann.
Two whole days worth of menus! Lucy was at first quite taken aback by the thought of planning for so much food. She sat at her desk and chewed her pencil.
Then she thought-barbecues! That was one meal, they could have steaks and chops and salads. All that meat would cost a pretty penny, though, so perhaps they could have cheaper fare. Mexican food? Maybe an omelet would be good. The participants could be asked to bring a casserole each, or wine or some type of addition to the party, too. She calculated quickly in her head. It wouldn't cost that much and granted that Roseann approved of a less imagine party, she was sure everyone else would be satisfied.
Now, to try to decide who she'd like to come. She supposed Roseann was home making her own list and Lucy felt she should be prepared with one herself. Doubtless they would argue over a few people.
Tim, of course, would be included. Even if Lucy and he were going out. he was as free as Roseann, and she was sure he wouldn't mind getting his cock in a few other well-primed pussies.
Then there was Ed, who would hem and haw and have to explain things to the "little woman." Well, in the end. though, she was sure he couldn't resist. She'd have to invite a few youngsters for him.
Suddenly, she began to laugh. Of course. she'd completely forgotten that very few, if any of the teachers, knew about the promiscuity of the others! For sure, many of the girls were well-informed, but would these hunky men be flabbergasted to see their colleagues humping and thumping away. She wondered who would get upset. They could invite Guy, also Brandon, and maybe even young cute Alfred, if she could get in touch. Would that ever knock his fucking socks off!
Susie, of course, would come. Valerie, another freshman, was cute and sexy, and that redhead-what was her name?
The list got longer and longer. It seemed that the more she thought about it, the bigger it grew in her mind.
Now, now she told herself, don't go overboard, Lucy. Even without lots of sex, that last party had been the ultimate. That was done with school money, too. It couldn't be expected that sixteen people could cough up the same amount. She was sure the teachers could be hit for a pretty penny, but the girls? She would have to see about it.
That night she went to see Roseann. Since it would only cost about $5, they decided to get about 10 invites done at the printers. Roseann had written up about the "retreat" very nicely, explaining how, in order to keep it purely on a business level, only teachers were to be invited.
They started to phone some of the men. Roseann put on her snootiest voice and Lucy had to shove her fist in her mouth to keep from giggling.
"Hello? Mr. Wegler? I'm the new secretary from the Gerrard School and I must tell you that two weeks from now we've scheduled a teacher's retreat. A brochure will be arriving in the mail. Since it is so important to the school, and for your own benefit, we're sure you'd be more than happy to give up a few days for the sake of our girls.
"You're sorry, you have other plans? How sad. Wouldn't you enjoy-" Roseann let her voice rise to a crescendo, but still retaining a snobby voice, "a little fucking and sucking? Why, Mr. Wegler, excuse me, are you all right?" The girl let her voice break into a normal tone and began to chuckle.
"It's okay, Guy, it's me, Roseann. Lord, I didn't mean to give you a heart attack. It's okay, sweetie, calm down."
"You little minx," Wegler sputtered in mock anger, "who gave you the right to do this? Are you really inviting me away for the weekend? Where? What'll it be like?"
"It's going to be great," said Lucy taking the phone. "It's Lucy. Roseann told me about you and we thought it would be fun to share the wealth, so to speak. What's better than a weekend away from all the tribulations of the real world'"
Lucy didn't mention the fact that an orgy was planned, nor did she let it slip that Wegler wasn't going to be the only male present.
There was a pregnant pause. Then Wegler said in a voice that was full of anticipation, "Of course I'll come! Give me the particulars."
"They'll be coming in the mail soon, under the guise of a 'retreat.' of course, just in case you have to explain your absence to someone." Roseann took the phone again and said in her uppity voice, "We at the Gerrard School know how it is."
"I'm sure you do," Wegler laughed. "All right, you can count me in!" He made his farewell and hung up.
Lucy and Roseann grinned and hugged each other. "One down and thirteen to go!"
And so it went. There were a few people who were unable to come and a secondary list would be called into action. At the end of the night a total of fourteen were coming.
For the next two weeks the preparation began in earnest. Susie came down to stay with Lucy so that Lucy's mother could get to know the "dear, sweet girl." During the day they just played around and went swimming. During the night they made place cards, planned contributions and generally readied themselves.
Roseann got Timmy to drive up to the lodge with a lot of the streamers and food and cups the weekend before. She set up some decorations and arranged the rooms to make it most conducive to sexual play. There were six beds and a couple of foldout cots, a big rug in the living room (which had a fireplace) and the dining room table, once it was cleared. The woods adjoining the house were also a great place for a fuck. Under the pine needles, what could be more pleasant?
Susie had gotten her brother invited, since he could drive the family station wagon and was deeply into sex himself. He was also a sort of guardian for the girls-at least to their parents. Since he was driving he could pick up other girls in the vicinity, too. Valerie lived nearby. Yes, Jon surely would come in handy!
Lucy's mother had been suspicious at first when she heard that Roseann wasn't going on the expedition. "Why isn't Roseann going?" she asked as she tried to pry into her daughter's affairs.
"Oh, Mom," answered Lucy in what she considered a whiney voice. "I always see Roseann. I want to see some of my other friends sometimes. Besides," she added," she and her brother want to visit a rich aunt of hers this weekend. They haven't seen her for a while and figure that maybe this aunt, Alice I think, will lay a little money on them. Plus, you know, she doesn't know any of my school friends."
Lucy's mother seemed to be placated somewhat. "Okay," she miffed, "I just wanted to find out, that's all. I would expect that that's what someone like Roseann would do-grab for money."
"Mom. you're not being fair," Lucy tried to stand up for her friend. "You're not being fair, that's all." She was secretly happy, however, that her ruse had worked. Soon it would be time for the gala event.
Friday rolled around, and at twelve in the afternoon, Susie was at her door. For all intents and purposes, they looked like fine young little girls out for a frolic. When Lucy was in the car and they began to drive away, the occupants of the car broke out in hysterical laughter. Jon could hardly hold onto the wheel.
"Oh, my God," Susie gasped, "that was really hilarious. The Gerrard girls or 'young ladies' I should say, have done it again!"
"Yup!" Lucy agreed.
They picked up Valerie and a couple of the others, who had also used the excuse of a camping trip. The back of the station wagon was full of sleeping bags and camping utensils that would never be used. The food, however, would be for the party.
Roseann and Timmy were there when they arrived at the lodge. It was in New York, upstate, and the directions had been easy.
Roseann was jumping up and down. "Just look what I've done to the place!" she said proudly.
She led them inside. All over the walls were huge posters of men and women fucking each other. And on one of the walls was a blow-up of the French deck card of the two men and a woman that Lucy had so admired. "I found someone to blow up that one just for you," said Roseann. "Perhaps you'll be able to get into some action like that tonight, if you're lucky!"
Lucy kissed her best friend. Then she started swatting at Tim and Jon who at this point were so full of lust for the tantalizing young vixens that they were grabbing whatever exceptional piece of body was within their grasp.
"No. Down boys, down!" she yelled. "We have to get this place fixed up first. Valerie, you take Jon to the kitchen with you and start preparing the food. Here's the recipes for the stuff. Just prepare as much as you can now, and leave the actual cooking for later."
Roseann grabbed her arm and led her to one of the bedrooms. "Look what I've done!" she exclaimed, and threw open the door, turning on the lights in the same movement.
There were black lights in the sockets. Although there were no day-glo posters on the walls, the walls themselves served nicely. In daylight they were a dark shade of blue, but in the light from the bulbs they glowed and pulsated as if alive. From somewhere Roseann had gotten a big white bedspread all flecked with silver and it seemed to undulate.
"All that should be added is a little music and this place will draw people to it like a magnet."
"Well, here's the stereo," said Lucy's friend, "but come and see the other rooms." She led her to them. One had regular white walls (now covered with erotic designs), but what really clinched its sexual drawing power was a mirror covering one whole wall. Being a voyeur to yourself must be fun, Lucy thought.
The last room was the least attractive, but both beds were trundle beds, so that upon their being opened, it was probably a wall-to-wall bed and the carpet was really thick, too, and would feel great under your body.
"So, that's it. Now let's get back to work. The way we've been staying in each of these rooms people might think there's something funny going on between us."
"Never!" Lucy gave her friend another hug and platonic kiss. "Not in this book, anyway."
Everyone worked themselves into a frenzy. At nine, however, when people were supposed to arrive, everything was ready. There was a huge bowl of punch, spiked, a lovely salad with lettuce and spinach and eggs and croutons and cheese, black bread and rye and rolls, and freshly cut and cooked pork and beef roasts, still in the oven. There were vegetables galore.
The first teacher who arrived, of course, was not -shocked at the number of teachers present-for there were none-but at the lovely number of young ladies.
When Guy got there he was really surprised. About four other teachers were there, and after they all got over the initial shock of seeing each other, they found it rather funny.
"Just think what it'll be like next year," laughed Ed, with a pert young freshman (soon to be a sophomore) on his knee. "The Gerrard School will be renamed The School for Sex!"
