Chapter 2

"What happened to him?" Paula asked anxiously as Steve carried a skinny, red-haired boy into her office. The lad, who wore gym shorts and a t-shirt, stared glassily, his eyelids fluttering every few moments.

"He was tumbling," Steve said, placing him on the nurse's couch, "and he got a bump on the head. He's a little groggy, but he'll be okay."

"Did he vomit?"

"Naw."

"Any pain?"

"I don't think so, but you can ask him." Steve straightened up and grinned at her. "Go to work, nursie."

Paula gave the coach a sharp look. "I will as ... soon as you get out of here."

He turned and left the office, without saying anything else. Paula knew she had stepped on his ego again, and she was glad. He had it coming, just for being the kind of swaggering male pig he was.-She bent over the recumbent youth, the neckline of her white uniform hanging open to reveal her bountiful breasts. "Can you talk to me?" she asked, feeling his brow. He was dry.

"Yeah," the boy said slowly. "I feel better now."

"What's your name?"

"Ernie Cook."

"How old are you, Ernie?"

"Thirteen."

Just the right age, Paula thought. There was something forlorn about the lad, which transcended the effects of his minor accident and caused her heart to go out to him.

He started to sit up.

"Wait a minute!" Paula said, urging him back down on the couch. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to gym," he said, looking and sounding much better. "I gotta take my shower and get ready for my next class."

Paula's eyes darted to his trunks, his straight, hairless legs, and back to his freckled face. He seemed so vulnerable and in such a need of affection. Paula had affection to give.

"You're not going to have any 'next class' today," she told him. "There's only one more period, and you're going to stay right here. Then I think I'd better call your mother and have her pick you up."

"I don't have a mother," Ernie said. "What?"

"I live with my Dad."

"But you must have a big sister or someone to take care of you."

"Nope. It's just my Dad and me. He's at work now."

A tickling sensation coursed through Paula, and she felt suddenly weak in the knees.

"I'm going to take you home," she said. "Do you think you can walk to my car?"

"Yeah, but ... what about my clothes? They're in my gym locker."

"I'll get them," Paula said quickly. "You wait here and rest. Just give me the number of your locker and the combination."

"But you can't go into the guys' gym!" Ernie said.

"Oh, no?" Paula retorted, an odd little shiver rippling her flesh. "I'm on the staff. I can go anywhere."

She strode from her office, conscious of a dewiness on the lips of her sexual slit. Her excitement heightened as she walked along the corridor of the junior high school, her buttocks twitching saucily.

All the students were in class at the moment, leaving the corridor deserted. The boys' gym was at the end of it, and Paula entered the open doorway into the office and supply room. No one was on duty there. The nurse glanced about. The lockers were in the next room, she judged. That was where the boys got dressed after taking their showers, but it sounded as if there was no one in the dressing room right then; she heard shouts from beyond, where the showers seemed to be running.

Paula entered the boys' dressing room, feeling more excited by the moment. She was doing something daring, she realized-but nothing would come of it. She intended to fetch Ernie's clothes and get out before the boys came trouping from the shower.

The dressing room was deserted, as Paula had expected. She looked at the banks of lockers and began checking the numbers on them. Her heart thumped. The longer it took her to find Ernie's locker, the greater was the risk of being confronted by a gang of naked schoolboys.

She looked up one row of lockers and down another. She moved to the next bank.

She heard whoops which grew nearer. The boys were coming! Paula heard their bare feet slapping on the tiled floor.

Her blood raced as she scurried down the row of lockers, looking desperately for Ernie's number. A gush of warm juice burst from her slit to dampen her panties. Her nipples firmed in her bra. There! She spied the locker she wanted. Her fingers frantically flipped the combination lock.

Right ... left ... oooh, I missed the number! Start again.

From the comer of her eye, Paula saw a white form appear and stop suddenly at the end of the row of lockers. She turned her head and stared red-faced at a naked boy, who also was blushing as he held his hands in front of his loins.

"M-Mrs. Merrill!" he blurted.

More boys appeared behind him. Paula saw bobbing cocks and cute boyish balls. She thrilled.

"It's the nurse!" a guy yelled. He obviously was older and had hair on his chest. Paula didn't look at his loins. She was struggling to keep from looking at any of the boys' genitals.

"What the shit!" exclaimed Steve Decker as he clawed his way through the crowd of naked youths, none of whom had towels-these having been discarded just outside the shower-but most of the boys were trying to conceal their loins with their hands. Steve wore his usual white pants and sweatshirt, with a whistle dangling around his neck.

"What the devil are you doing here?" he demanded of Paula.

"I ... I came to ppick up Ernie's clothes. I thought I could make it before..." She felt faint.

Steve whirled about. "You guys get back to the shower room! Keep the other boys back there!"

Paula glimpsed swinging penises as the youths turned, then saw a half-dozen lean, hairless rumps as they beat a hasty retreat.

"Hey, you're something else, do you know that?" Steve said to Paula, half-critically but with a fascination burning in his blue eyes.

She turned back to Ernie's locker, her hand shaking as she completed unlocking it and pulled the door open. She scooped out his clothes and books.

"You wanted to get a look at those kids, didn't you?" Steve challenged, gazing at the rise and fall of her breasts.

"I certainly did not!" she maintained as she clutched Ernie's clothes to her body, obscuring the view. She shouldered her way past Steve, her cheeks glowing warmly. As she strode between the lockers to the door, he watched her ass gyrate, the springy flesh quivering in her snug skirt.

Then she was gone, rushing from the gym. She left embarrassed laughter behind.

Ooh, that was AWFUL! she thought. Especially since Steve caught me! Hell really bug me now.

Why did I do such a crazy thing?

Her memory burned with shocking images of the young boys' cocks and balls as she hurried along the corridor, back to her office.

What if Steve tells the principal? she thought. No ... he won't. He ll just keep after me. He ll try to use what happened to GET me.

The boys will talk among themselves, though. It will be all over the school!

Paula's cheeks remained red, and she was still very nervous, as she burst into her office and found Ernie sitting up on her couch. She dumped his clothes and books into his lap.

"Are you strong enough to walk now?" she asked, panting. She lifted a loose lock of hair away from her face.

"Yeah. Sure." The shy youth was staring at her, obviously wondering why she was so flustered.

Paula helped him to his feet and, as he clutched his belongings, she guided him from the office.

The boy sat beside Paula in her car, timidly glancing at her thighs, which were half-exposed. The nurse stared straight ahead, her cheeks flushed.

She was warmer between the legs, where her aroused pussy throbbed, giving her fits. The tops of her thighs were damp as they pressed together, tingling as they rubbed together when she moved her foot from gas to brake.

"I'm really okay now, Mrs. Merrill," the boy said at the door to his house.

"You will be," she replied huskily, "after you rest for a while. I'll help you into bed."

A wicked force was driving Paula, though she realized she was getting in dangerously deep. She kept her arm around Ernie's thin waist as she walked him along the hall of his neat,, modest home and into his room.

"Thanks a lot, Mrs. Merrill," he said. "I'll go to bed."

"Yes. Well, uh, sit down on the bed and take your sneakers off."

"Okay." Ernie hesitated, evidently waiting for her to leave. His blue eyes were wide, his freckled face thin.

"How long have you been without a mother?" Paula asked, gazing at him.

"For as long as I can remember," he said.

"That's too bad." Paula forced a tense smile. "Well, take your shoes off."

"Are ... are you gonna stay here?" the youth asked.

"Until you're tucked in," Paula said, a giddiness coming over her.

Ernie seemed frightened. He kept shooting anxious glances at the nurse as he sat and removed his shoes and socks.

"Now that t-shirt," she said. "Hurry and take it off!" Her tone had roughened.

Ernie pulled off the t-shirt, baring his thin chest. He had cute babyish nipples and not a trace of hair.

"Your shorts, now," Paula said, her cunt throbbing as it drizzled warm juice into her panties.

"Aaawww, no!" the boy pleaded. "Ernie, take off your shorts!" Paula said raggedly. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

The youth stood and hesitated for a moment. A blush rose in his cheeks, blurring his freckles. When he saw no way out, he whisked his shorts down. He wore a jockstrap around his privates. "That thing, too!" Paula ordered shrilly. Though Ernie obviously was amazed by the nurse's demands, and very embarrassed, another force seemed to be working on him, as well. He pulled down his jockstrap, and Paula stared.

He had a fine boyish cock, complete with foreskin. There wasn't a hair on it, nor around his pale balls.

Paula throbbed wildly as he stepped from his jockstrap, his cock and balls swaying. He blushed fiercely. Nurse and schoolboy stared at each other.

"G-get into bed," she directed.

"Yeah. Sure."

Gratefully Ernie drew the covers back and slithered between them, pulling them up. His wide, soulful eyes stared at Paula.

"Ernie...." she said, her nerves taut as bowstrings.

"Yeah?" The boy seemed to tense, also.

"Can you, uh, keep a secret?" Paula's eyes rolled. "Something between just you and me?" She didn't dare look at him as her fingers snatched at the buttons on the front of her uniform dress.

"Gosh! M-Mrs. Merrill...!"

She stepped out of her dress, and the boy gazed at her in a white bra and half-slip. His cock stuck up hard against the covers.

"I'm ... uh ... just going to ... uh ... warm you up a little, so you don't get a chill," she said, a giddy tremor coursing through her. She let down her slip and stepped out of it, showing the thrilled youth her lace-edged panties, bare thighs, and stockings. "You mustn't ever tell ... anyone about this. Not anyone-understand?"

Paula stripped back the covers, and Ernie grasped at his hard-on in an effort to conceal it. But he hadn't moved quite fast enough to keep the nurse from glimpsing his condition. His cock angled back above his lean belly, exposing his boyish balls. Even as he clutched his throbbing rod and hot nuts, the pink tip of his pecker was visible where it poked out of its ruffled ring of foreskin.

Paula stared at it, her eyes glassy. Her entire body throbbed. Her brain seemed to swirl.

She sank dizzily to the bed and wrapped the lean, naked youth in her yearning arms. Her mature body was warm and soft against him. In just bra, panties, and stockings, she might as well have been nude.

Ernie curled his arms about the nurse as his young cock throbbed between their bodies, sandwiched straight up against the panties which sheathed her soft tummy.

"Ernie ... oooh, Ernie...!" she moaned. "You're such a ... wonderful boy!"

Having gone as far as she had, and being all alone with the youth, Paula couldn't restrain herself from going on. Her pussy was like a sump of flaming oil. She scootched down and rubbed her crotch against the youth's thigh. He felt her wetness through her panties ... and her exciting soft warmth, as well. His stiff cock surged higher against her body.

She leaned back and stared at his up-thrust organ, which was skinny and seemed delicate, though fiercely erect. Her heart threatened to leap out of her chest as she reached for his dick with a trembling hand. She clutched the warmly pulsating, iron-hard rod.

"Ooooooooh!" she moaned, and began to stroke the young boy's cock.

"AAAAHHHHH!" he breathed, writhing.

"You like that-don't you, Ernie? Oooh, your sweet little dick is so stiff and warm!"

Paula's hand glided lovingly up and down on his rod, which was like bone thinly covered by velvet. Her warm grasp rolled the boy's snug foreskin up and down across the super-sensitive ridge of his glans, making him squirm with guilty pleasure.

"Ooooh, what are we doooing, Mrs. Merrill?" he asked helplessly.

"I don't know!" she panted. She couldn't think straight.

She watched the boy's pick cockhead surge repeatedly into view, and her mouth watered. Her brain spun. Her pussy throbbed mercilessly.

He's just a child! an inner voice screamed at Paula, and she jerked her hand away. She watched Ernie's erection twitch.

"Rub me some more!" he blurted beseechingly.

"YESSSS!" Paula cried, giving in completely to her own lust, and she clutched his hot little hard-on for dear life. "OOOOH, YESSSSS! I'M GOING TO ... JACK YOU OFF!"

Her warmly circling fingers flew up and down on the lad's throbbing pecker, and he writhed wildly, his hips reaching up from the bed. Paula's mouth turned dry; her throat was taut, her nerves singing.

She was having the most fun that she'd ever had in her life. A fireball seemed to explode in her middle, and she came as she stroked the boy's rigid dick faster and faster. He yelped and gasped. Suddenly his hot, young prick spurted, and Paula stared at the looping jets of milky fluid which went high in the air to splatter down on his belly and thighs while he moaned and jerked. She came some more.

She kept stroking Ernie, her eyes glassy, her body bathed in warmth, until his little cock stopped spurting and grew soft. She let go of him reluctantly, and he groaned as he sank limp against the bed.

"Oooh, wowww...!" he breathed. "What happened?"

"You came, darling!" Paula panted. "Oooh, you came so beautifully ... all over yourself! Wasn't it wonderful?"

She clutched the confused thirteen-year-old in a heated embrace and rocked him to and fro, never minding that his boyish semen was smearing onto her thighs and onto her belly through her nylon pants. She kissed him wetly, voraciously, all over his face and neck.

"M-Mrs. Merrill ... was it all right ... I mean, what we did?"

"Yes! Yesss! It was beautiful! I loved it! Didn't you?"

"It sure ... felt good," Ernie admitted.

"Was that your first time? Your first time to come?" Paula asked anxiously as she leaned back to look at him.

"Yeah.

"Oooh, angel ... precious...!"

Paula kissed his mouth hard, grinding her lips against his, then sinking her tongue between his lips. She hadn't liked it when her husband had kissed her that way, and she had never Frenched him. But she enjoyed doing it with the darling boy she held in her arms.

Her own body continued to throb, despite her spontaneous orgasm. The crotch of her panties was sopped. Her pussy longed for penetration.

She and Ernie were all alone, with no one to bother them. Young boys could come again and again, she understood....