Chapter 7
Suzy Reed waited till the rest of the class had filed out. As she approached Julia's desk, the teacher saw instead of jeans, a long black robe; instead of a notebook, a gleaming blade. She felt the point at her neck, at her breasts, felt the razor edge glide across her tight flesh, felt the searing pain, saw the thin red stripe thicken, swell, spill down her body in heavy droplets--!
"I thought we should talk, Miss Perkins."
"I agree, Suzy," said Julia calmly, giving no hint of the dream fragments that still played across her thoughts. "We said a lot the other night ... I also thought a lot more was left unsaid." Julia noticed how small and frail the girl really was. How ... harmless, really.
Suzy took a photograph from her notebook, and flipped it onto the desk.
"I wanted you to be the first to see this." She casually set the picture in front of Julia, face down.
Julia made no move to turn the photo over. "What is this, Suzy."
"See for yourself."
Slowly, unwillingly, Julia flipped the picture over. She said nothing for a long time, was conscious only of the ticking of the clock on the wall and of a rising sound like running water in her ears.
She was on her knees. The picture had been taken in her living room. Her face was turned from the camera but she recognized herself nonetheless. Her head was buried in Steve Tanner's crotch. Both of them were naked.
Finally, she looked up at Suzy.
"I see. I assume there are more."
"Yes."
Julia walked over to the door and carefully shut it. She took her time walking back to her desk.
"Well Suzy. It seems you've got me in a tight situation. I guess I'd best wait to hear what you have to say."
Suzy was looking at her hard, but with none of the malice Julia remembered from their vicious confrontation. Almost. . .sympathetic.
Suzy began to cry.
"Oh Miss Perkins; how could you?" She buried her face in her hands and her body shook with uncontrollable sobs. Julia was totally perplexed. This girl was obviously getting ready for the kill, yet she felt kindly towards her just this moment, sorry for all the difficulties she started.
Walking around to the front of her desk, Julia lay a soothing arm across Suzy's shoulder.
Her pussy quivered.
"I'm sorry Suzy. I really am."
Suzy made no move to pull away, seemed to welcome the comforting gesture.
"I won't try to deny what's been going on between Steve and me. For what it's worth, it's only been a few occasions, and it will never happen again."
Suzy looked up at her through tearful eyes.
"Why d-do y-y-you say th-th-that?"
"Because it's true."
Suzy watched Julia's eyes. She stared intently into them, as if trying to comprehend some alien creature from another planet.
"Miss Perkins, what kind of person are you? I really don't understand you at all. Why couldn't you just have taught English and left us all alone?"
Julia walked over to a window and watched the students milling about in the schoolyard. She remembered her own high school days, her loves, the awesome finality of breaking up, of feeling that you could never love again. High School was the last place where issues were still clear cut. There were no shades of gray, no murky lines between right and wrong. You did what was right. Or else you didn't. And as for defining your terms, well, everyone knew what was right. Didn't they? Did Suzy? Or was she, as Julia suspected, frightened by something that must seem to her to be far more awesome, deadlier even than a teacher fucking a student. Not just any student, to be sure, but her love. Or was he?
"Suzy, I'm terribly sorry about my behavior the other night. I never meant to strike you. Things got out of hand."
Suzy said nothing. "I wish you could understand. I wish I could make you understand what I felt when first got involved with Steve." She waited, intentionally dropping the topic of their fight and the violent sexual conclusion. She knew it hovered in the air between them. At the moment, it was all she had over this girl, to balance the incredible picture on her desk.
"I never meant it to be dirty. It's just something that happened."
"That's not what he's been saying."
Julia felt herself melting.
"What has Steve been saying, Suzy. Why don't you tell me what Steve has been saying."
"Why do you think I got so upset at the very first? He told everyone about how you almost raped him after class one day. Nobody believed him, but that's when I noticed you spending so much time with him and feeding him all this bullshit about a paper getting published. That's why I decided to follow him to your house that night," she said, nodding towards the picture. "I don't know what I had in mind, but I brought along my camera, just in case. I guess I didn't expect that."
"What you're saying, then, is that apart from yourself and Steve, there are only rumors. Am I correct?"
"I guess so. A lot of people got real turned off when he started talking about you."
"Not Wally Joe Jordham. He seemed to believe it."
"He's a fool, and he hates Steve. I was just using him. Miss Perkins, I'm so confused, I don't know what I think."
"Do you love Steve?"
"I don't know. I thought I did. It was exciting, you know, dating a star athlete. But he's really kind of mean. He's treated me like shit before."
This whole conversation struck Julia as wholly bizarre. She should be regarding this girl as a deadly threat, yet found herself more and more looking at her as an ally. Funny, she thought, once you stripped all the teacher/student crap away, what was taking place was an alliance between two women who'd been fucked over by the same man. My God! She was in a soap opera.
"What do you plan to do about those pictures, Suzy?" Julia asked quietly.
"I really don't know, Miss Perkins. The other night I wanted to use them for revenge, but the more I look at them, the more I think that Steve is the one I should get revenge on."
"I see."
She walked over to the girl and absent mindedly stroked her hair.
"We've all been trying to deal with a lot of new feelings lately, haven't we?"
"Wh-what do you mean by that, Miss Perkins."
"Suzy, I hope you don't think that what happened between Steve and me is something that I consider normal. As a matter-of-fact, I've spent quite of few sleepless nights because of it. Believe me, I know how strange it is. And while I'm very disappointed to hear how he dealt with the situation, I guess in his own way, he was trying to cope with an impossible delema too."
She kept stroking Suzy's hair and when the girl continued to passively accept the caresses, Julia stepped closer to her.
"Suzy, there's always the possibility that no one needs to be hurt any more." Her voice was calming, quiet. Suzy held her body in a rigid posture.
"L-like, how do you mean." Her voice trembled a little.
"Like I told you, it's finished between Steve and me. All the more so after finding out what you've told me. You can destroy me, if you want. I'm powerless to stop you." She took Suzy's face in both hands and turned it up towards her own.
"Or," she went on, "You can spare me." She let her face inch closer to the girl's, whose eyes seemed captivated, incapable of pulling away, much as she might wish to.
"I'm entirely in your hands," fully aware that exactly the reverse was true What was she doing? Was this necessary? Yes, because it would work. Besides, wasn't it obvious that the girl desired her? Hadn't it been obvious as they'd struggled? Hadn't she perhaps awakened some fire in the girl that Steve, it seemed, had been wholly unable to? Did it matter? No. What mattered was that at this moment of choice for Suzy, Julia was bringing her totally under her control.
"Suzy," she said to the frightened girl, frightened yet compelled, Julia thought. "I think we both know something happened between us when you came to my house. I wonder how you feel about it?"
"Happened? Well ... I mean, we were both pretty upset, and a lot of things were said that maybe we didn't mean to say...."
Her voice trailed off as Julia stroked her soft cheek with the back of her hand. She's so fragile, thought Julia, so out of touch with herself, with her body and its desires. Julia could sense that the girl was wound light, a spring straining to uncoil with a vicious lunge. She moved closer, closer still. Suzy made no move away, could only wait, mesmerized by her teacher's touch.
"You're very pretty. Did you know that?"
"Do you think so, Miss Perkins?" Her voice was a throaty whisper.
Julia pulled Suzy's face to her own and kissed the girl full on the lips. They remained clamped shut and felt like two strips of ice to Julia's wet mouth. Then, she relented. Just a little.
But, enough for Julia to know she'd been exactly right about the girl's reaction to their fight. Somewhere inside her young body, a small flame that had flickered unnoticed for her whole life up to this point had suddenly ignited her flesh, and even now raged uncontrolled between her legs. Julia knew the girl longed for her touch wanted it, a craving far past the bounds of comprehension and conscious awareness.
Suzy opened her lips now, allowed Julia's tongue to lazily drift through the thin space. She licked the inside of Suzy's lips and the tips of their tongues touched dancing against each other for long minutes of calming pleasure. Go slow, she warned herself. This girl is scared out of her mind, as much at the awakening surges within her body as of me. Had she ever made love to Steve? Julia doubted it. At the most, she'd probably allowed her breasts to be fondled, perhaps even allowed a hand down her pants, a finger in her slit. Had she ever come? Really come? Been seized by the power of it, so possessed it became your single reason for existence? Not until she'd found herself locked in physical combat, felt her body squeezed by Julia's legs, felt her cunt burning as it met another equally starved cunt, as they rubbed together, as their juices mingled, as they came in the onslaught of passion. The girl's reluctant acceptance today was proof of her desire. Julia decided to go for the jugular.
With a quick deft move of her hand, Suzy's jeans were unsnapped, the zipper down. The girl cried a little in resistance but as Julia's long fingers crept down beneath the elastic of her panties, wiggled through soft curled hair and slid through the wet folds of skin, the resistance drained from her voice and the cry became a low moan. Julia sought out the buried bud of her clit and felt Suzy's legs go limp, felt her rest the weight of her body on the supporting hand between them. Suzy's hips rolled as Julia tickled the hardening clit and suddenly with no warning, the girl came with two convulsive exhalations of breath and a great shivering through her whole body. She leaned against Julia resting her head on Julia's shoulder and held that position till her orgasm passed.
She looked up at her teacher.
"Oh God, Miss Perkins. Oh God!"
Julia said nothing, simply watched the girl with a kindly smile and concerned eyes.
"Does that frighten you?" She asked.
Suzy was still breathing very hard.
"Yes. Yes, it scares me. Of course it does. What am I doing?"
Julia kept her fingers wrapped around the outside of Suzy's tight pussy and there was no effort to remove them.
"Oh God, Miss Perkins, don't do that any more. Please." Her voice was pleading, but as Julia again massaged the clit between her fingers, Suzy's eyes closed and she gave herself over to another surge of mounting pressure, of tension building in her muscles and nerve endings, a surge of feeling that surpassed anything her inexperienced body had yet presented her with.
"Haven't you ever done this to yourself, Suzy? Is this really such a new experience?"
Suzy made no response. Her eyes remained closed and she allowed herself a groan, a low agonized groan that belied the pleasure filling her pussy, her crotch, her thighs. She loves this, thought Julia, loves my fingers in her pussy, loves the feel of coming all over my hand.
When it came, her orgasm was longer, more sustained. Again she leaned her body into Julia's for support, flung her arms around Julia's back and emitted a series of chocked labored moans with each spasm rolling up from her cunt. She came for nearly a minute, one complete sweep of the thin red second hand on the wall that seemed for Julia to be moving in slow motion, each sliced instant dragged out for hours. Suzy gripped her tightly and the force of her coming pounded through Julia's body as well. It was quite arousing. Julia longed all at once for the feel of fingers at her own wet lips, for a loving hand to stroke her own thighs, reach deep within her and pull come after come from her tissues. But not yet. No, Suzy must not be rushed.
Finally, she removed her hand from between Suzy's legs. Each finger shone in the lights like polished stone. Julia raised her fingers to her lips and slowly tasted the salt of Suzy's flesh, licking her tongue longingly over each joint and knuckle, burying each finger in her mouth and sliding it back out. Suzy stared at her with open fascination.
"Why don't you come over to my house tonight, Suzy. I think we might ... get a lot more accomplished there."
She took a long time answering.
"Well, I ... I was supposed to be so me where ... this evening. A party. Some friends of mine are throwing a surprise birthday for someone and I told them I'd be there."
Julia smiled. "Well, that's a safe answer, at least."
"Oh no, Miss Perkins ... I ... " she fell silent as Julia contemplated the girls opened jeans. Under the spread denim, she wore thin pink panties. Her dark patch of hair could be clearly seen.
"Suzy, I'd like you to come to my house tonight. I think you'd like to also. Why play games?"
"I'm afraid, Miss Perkins," she said after a pause.
"Are you afraid of me, or of yourself."
"I'm afraid of what's happening. I don't know how to deal with this." Julia kissed her again.
"Suzy," she said, the girls face inches from her own. "Are you going to ruin me with those pictures you took?"
Suzy stared at her as she made what could have been the most monumental decision of her life.
"No, Miss Perkins. I won't. You're safe from me."
"I'd like to see the rest. I am a little curious, you understand."
Suzy looked away, embarrassment crossing her eyes.
"They're horrible, Miss Perkins. It made me sick to stand outside your window and take them. I felt dirty, as dirty as I thought the two of you were."
"And do you feel dirty now?"
Instead of answering, Suzy fastened her jeans.
"You like me to touch you, don't you?"
"Please, Miss Perkins. I really have to go."
"You like to feel me touching you, don't you," Julia persisted.
"Miss Perkins, I don't want to talk anymore. I have to go."
"Suzy, answer me. Say it. You like to come at my touch don't you?"
"STOP IT!! ! PLEASE!! ! " Her face was twisted in terror and confusion.
"Say it!! " She was a teacher again, commanding, controlling.
"What do you want from me?" Suzy was starting to cry.
"I want to hear you speak the truth."
"What do you know about truth? What do you know about sincerity, and goodness and honesty? You want to destroy me, don't you. That's what you want. Admit it! You want to destroy me. You want to ruin me!"
Julia shifted her tone without warning, was again soothing, calming, caring.
"Suzy, what I want has nothing to do with destruction. It has to do with fulfillment. With joy. With being happy."
"Is this what makes you happy? Seducing your students?"
"You want me. Stop playing games."
But Suzy was beyond her now, was too frightened by what had taken place to think clearly or sort through the chaos that was her young impressionable mind.
She ran to the door. She turned the handle, but before opening the door and bolting through into the daylight and the reassuring world of school beyond, she turned to Julia.
"You scare me, Miss Perkins. Forgive me, but I'm scared out of my mind by you." And she was gone.
Julia sat back at her desk. How had it come to this, she wondered. How had she allowed herself to go so irrevocably far with two students? And what, she wondered, had been truly violated? A sacred trust? Her own ideals? What? She felt lost and small. The silent walls of the classroom grew around her, circling her with the cold stone feeling of danger. She was lost and none of the guide markers she'd come to depend on could help her now. Her life had turned and she no longer knew whether she was on the right path or the wrong path or indeed, if any path at all could be discerned through the jumbled debris of what had only a month before been a sane, sedate life. One thing was clear. She could only move forward. All bridges had been burned, the terrain she'd crossed had been set to flame and could no longer offer any refuge. Plunge forward, she told herself. See this through. Come out on top.
She felt moisture on her cheek and realized she was sweating. As she raised her hand to wipe her brow, the thick scent of Suzy's ripe cunt filled her nostrils, and for the rest of the day, she could think only of that firm body, that untouched, untried young woman, lying on her living room rug, coming again and again as Julia lashed her pussy with her tongue.
"What, oh God, do I want?" She asked the question out loud and amid the silence of the walls, she felt the heavy moisture gathered in her warm crotch, and she knew, knew beyond any doubt, exactly what she wanted.