Chapter 9
Cass Bigelow closed her eyes and settled more comfortably into the airplane seat. She thought of her recent methods of travel, the rickety train from Bay City, the rented cars she and Don had shared between other small towns, and finally this new airplane, so like the first that started them on their travels. But there was a difference. This plane was taking them closer to home, depositing them at the city of Benton for a brief stay, then onward to home and the comfort of Blair State once more.
And from the beginning of their travels to this near end, there had been great and illuminating experiences, Cass thought.
She heard a shuffle of movement passing her.
She opened her eyes and saw Don Haywood making his way to the washroom at the end of the aisle. He seemed not to see her. It was not unusual, she decided. Since they had left Bay City an even newer change had come to Don. He seemed pinched with worry, constantly in thought, nervous, and rather self-accusing. And a change had come to his work, too. At Bay City, and also at the few stops that had preceded that stay, he had been liberal in his acceptance of the most impossible kind of applicants. But since they had ended their interviews at Bay City High School, Don had become stern and fussy about every applicant who was presented. He even started to turn down borderline cases, the probationaries that stood an even chance at making it at Blair. And before that, he had been almost careless in his approvals. Cass wondered what had happened to him to cause this change. Then she decided that things happened to everyone, all the time, constantly, that changed them. They even happened to herself.
Cass closed her eyes and thought of some of the things that she had experienced since beginning the tour. Warmth began to glow throughout her body. Her thoughts were erotic, of herself and men and boys, of herself and Don, even of self with self.
A stir tickled all of her body as she remembered her single sexual experience with Don. Neither of them had talked of it, or even given the slightest hint that it had happened. Both, obviously, wanted to pretend that it had not happened. But that had been the beginning for Cass, that time with Don and the moments she had thrusted to the body of the colored boy, Ben. It had ended celibacy, that which she had endured for many months. And it had done something else, too. It had set off a raging desire to try everything sexual that the world had to offer. And, Cass did try many new and different inventions of sex.
She purred softly to herself and twisted to her side where she rested her head against the cool, window pane. She remembered that boy in the small farm community-the boy who wanted to go to Blair State, the boy who could not stop once he had started-who could not stop even after he had ended.
Cass relived the experience. She recalled it all, beginning with her shrill scream.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," she shrilled. "Stop it, STOP IT! For God's sake, let me rest!"
"No," he groaned as his young bare body continued to pump to Cass.
Soon her protest ceased. It hadn't been real in the first place, had been motivated by a decorum she wished to regain, one that said a woman of her standing should take sex lightly, not continue to thirst and lurch to the restless young body of a teenaged boy. But, once embarked, she could jot deny herself the boys, especially Ted who was so tall and lean and so very, very hard. Naked, moving beneath him, and having wrestled frantically from the bed in her hotel room to the floor, Cass wheezed long sounds of pleasure as she began once again-for the second time within the hour, the second time that found the boy, Ted continually joined to her and moving.
Cass thrusted her body upward and snuggled it against the young, strong boy a moment before lowering, then bounding upward once again. And the boy's face above her grinned a forced, hard lined look, as if he were torturer as much as lover, as if he pressured his body again and again to her in a sort of giving that required more of her than was usually required of any woman.
Cass sighed a heavenly sound as she arched high, then felt the quick grip of his hands upon her breasts, kneading them, even as he thrusted mightily, and her hands reached out, too, found the small of his back and gently caressed, stimulating him, making him groan and grow wilder in his movements.
And then they had once again ventured to the very end.
"Yeah! Yeah!" he grunted.
"Go, Baby-Go, go, go," he yelled, then added, "Make it a call for-for Blair State, baby. Say, Ted and Blair State, together, baby, and promise that's the way it's going to be."
He brought his hips back and paused there, waiting for her reply.
And then it came from her, loud and blasting, her shrill call of promise for anything-anything, just so long that it would make him move again, move and bring her this final top-heavy thrill, that climb over the wall so that she could crash downward into the well of utmost feeling, into the oblivion of great, great sensation.
"Yes! I promise!" she yelped. "I promise, I promise, I promise, promise, promise, promise, Ted, I promise."
He yelled a call of victory and stormed his body to her for its new volley of thrill.
And Cass received her high, high ride with a greater intensity than even that which she had known less than an hour earlier, that which she had then considered supreme, beyond duplication. But it had been matched, and then surpassed.
Her body went limp as she sobbed the after-sounds of her new, final thrill. But still Ted did not quiet, did not cease the relentless attack of his young manhood. As if he wanted to assure himself of her promise, he continued to sweep upon her, to pound as strongly as he had already pounded to her.
And her tired body aroused once again, aroused and rose to meet him, to create between them a new assault upon sensations. And soon, again, the boy's pounding became a roar, a roar that droned out her own crazy cries of sexual pleasure.
The roar of the airplane's engine changed tone, cut a moment, then roared steadily again.
Cass turned in her seat. She opened her eyes and looked out the window. Only blue sky and clouds were visible to her view.
She sighed, closed her eyes, and rolled to the other side of the leather seat. Her body felt warm for it had been vitalized by memories of herself and the boy Ted, the boy who would be entering Blair State as a freshman in the fall.
Ted, thought Cass, what a glorious memory he provided. How he had thrilled her! How strong he was! What great delight he gave!
She felt the crush of her heavy, hard-nipple studded breasts as they came into contact with the leather of the airplane seat. She burrowed closer. Then she remembered a man, not a boy, a most astonishing man who, even more astonishingly, was a teacher at one of the schools where Don Haywood and she had conducted interviews. Cass remembered that the man had been direct-very direct.
"Will you have dinner with me tonight?" the teacher asked quickly.
"My," she answered. "How do the girls say it-this is so sudden?"
He laughed, then said, "Not at all. It's really quite understandable. You're a beautiful woman-you're in our town for only a short stay-I'd like to be able to avail myself of your company."
"Sounds good, I'd love dinner," she said, matching, without a moment's hesitation, his own directness.
"Fine. Thank you," the tall teacher answered. "What time and where?" she asked. "About eight. At my place."
"Oh."
"I'll pick you up. All right?"
"Yes, that's all right. At eight then."
They separated. During the day's interviews, Cass faced with the virile young bodies of boys who wanted to attend Blair State, mused less on the boys than she did on the tall, handsome teacher who was to attend her that evening.
He was prompt. He was also a gay and charming host. The dinner had been prepared at the teacher's farm residence by his Filipino cook, who discreetly disappeared from the house after dessert and coffee had been served. Cass thought both the home and the servant far beyond a teacher's income, but she was much too happy to question the intricacies of a stranger.
"Would you like to see my game room?" he asked.
She felt silly, but could not help replying, "I'm game for games so let's see the game room."
It was large, and a little preposterous. As long and wide as the entire house, it was on the third floor. The walls were lined with animal heads; every variety, from every section of the world, and, as attractive as they were they seemed incongruous with the farm house, the simple country setting, and to the teacher himself.
"Oh, my, such trophies," Cass exclaimed. "Are you the hunter?"
"Yes."
She looked at him and cocked her head to one side. "They must pay teachers very well in this town."
"No," he laughed. "I have an independent income."
"Oh, how nice."
"It is," he said.
He touched at her elbow and led her around the room, stopping at each of the trophies while the teacher explained the circumstances of its acquisition.
They had a drink together at a bar that was set in the comer of the room. Then they had another. And then one more. And then the teacher was very direct again.
"I'd like to make love to you, Cass," he said.
Cass was not surprised. But she pretended it. "Oh, really?"
"Yes. Will you?"
"You certainly don't believe in preliminaries, do you?"
"They're really an awful waste of time. Love, and sex, is really a rather simple matter. It should be approached in the simplest possible terms."
"And what are your terms?" she asked.
He smiled, then replied, "I'm a little unique. You won't mind it, I assure you."
And, although she was surprised, she did not mind it when the teacher presented for her inspection a tight, soft leather garment that was intended for her naked body.
"Just feel it. Don't you love it?" he said in a thick, passionate tone.
Cass felt the garment. She held it out in front of her and saw that it resembled a skin diver's scuba suit, except that it was leather, not rubber. She crinkled some of the material in her fingers. She remembered the whips and the whipping she and Don had shared, and for a moment she wondered if from that point she was directed toward the asides of sex, the outlandish and abnormal. And then she thought of her own sexual attitudes and she knew that nothing, especially that 'nothing' that did no harm to others, was truly abnormal, that sex called all people together, commingled all desires and all expressions toward one universal end and that it mattered not at all how that end was achieved; whether churning beneath the naked male, or incased in the tight, soft-leather costume supplied by a high school teacher.
When Cass relaxed her grip on the leather suit and let it drop to the floor, she saw that the big, handsome teacher had already become very excited. His eyes glazed a bit and there was a decided tremble that had come to his big body. And he rubbed his tongue greedily over his lips, from side to side, constantly moistening them.
Finally, nodding toward the garment, he said, 'Would you, please?"
His words caused instant excitement to race throughout her body. She felt her nipples harden, her stomach muscles grow taut, and a very pronounced yearning stinging all of her. She breathed deeply, them, as the fully clothed teacher watched, she lowered the zipper at the side of her dress. She shrugged the thin straps from her shoulders and allowed the dress to fall to her feet. She stepped out of it. The man trembled harder as his eyes investigated the flow of her body as it was revealed to him from thin, strapless bra, small panties, high nylon hose and very high heeled shoes.
"Oh, my, you are lovely," he whispered.
Cass moved to unhook her bra.
"No, stay like that for a moment, please," the teacher whispered.
Cass, seeing the way that his eyes devoured her, began to feel excitement for her display. She straightened her body and breathed deeply, then, imitating the walk of a model, she moved back and forth in front of him, turned in a slow circle, walked again, circled again, then stopped in front of him.
Quickly, the man pulled his jacket off and let it drop to the floor. Then he undid his tie, shirt and undershirt. They floated to the floor, too. And then he paused and nodded at Cass.
She unhooked her bra. It dropped to the floor and her breasts loomed forward. The nipples were red and hard as diamonds, pointed as fabulous diamond chips.
The man kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks.
Cass discarded her high heeled shoes and lowered the garter belt and nylons.
The man snatched his trousers from his body, then yanked his shorts free of his body.
Cass lowered and stepped out of a small, dainty panties, then rose nude before the steaming eyes of her host.
"Oh, my," he panted.
Cass looked at all of his body, became as greedy with her eyes as he was with him. She saw his broad shoulders and the hard muscled chest above a narrow, masculine waist. And she looked at solid legs. His cock throbbed with passion.
"The suit-the leather-dress in it, please-quickly," directed the teacher.
She bent to the floor and grasped the costume in her hands. She was very conscious of the sudden hang of her breasts, of the lines of her hips and buttocks which jutted outward. Then she rose and lifted the leather suit.
Slowly, she adjusted the leg opening to her right foot. She tugged it over her ankle. And even at that slight contact, Cass knew the emminence of frantic thrill. She pulled the soft leather garment higher, brought it up her leg until it clung high at a spot on her thigh. Then she inserted her other foot and brought the garment over it, all the time feeling the delightful crinkle of the soft leather, the smooth, yet resistive material as it clung to her skin and stammered upward.
"Yes, yes, that's it," encouraged the teacher frantically.
Cass smiled and felt the thrill that her delay was causing him. Then she tugged hard on the garment and brought it over her hips. It plastered to her like wallpaper. And as she felt it sticking to her as if it were a second skin, she trembled slightly and was anxious to know more of the soft leather cuddling to her naked body.
She thrust an arm into the suit and brought it up and over one shoulder. Then she forced the leather over her other arm and at last she was incased in the soft leather, feeling all of it around her except for that final long gash of flesh that was and at last she was incased in the soft leather, feeling all of it around her except for that great split from throat to her thigh-endings where the zipper ran.
The teacher's eyes wandered over all of her, . then centered at that final long gash of flesh that was not yet concealed in leather.
Cass lowered her hand to the zipper tab at the bottom. She tugged it upward an inch. Then another inch. Then still another before pausing.
"Oh, hurry, please hurry," the man stuttered.
She brought the zipper as high as her navel and paused again.
" Oh, please, please, please," the man begged.
Cass played with the zipper tab a moment, twirling it between her fingers, then she raised it to the bottom of her breasts.
The man lunged forward. "Here-let me-let me help."
With shakey fingers he grasped the zipper, then with the other hand, he gripped her right breast and jammed it inside the leather suit. Then he clutched and pressured the other large breast to concealment within the leather. Then, breathing heavily, trembling at every part of his body, he fumbled at the zipper tab, finally secured it between thumb and forefinger and raised it to its tight locking high at her throat.
Then he stepped back and gasped.
Cass whined a light response for she suddenly felt the full effect of the soft leather against her bare body. It clung to her so tightly that she knew that her skin was turning pink. Her breasts felt jammed and bruised, yet oddly caressed by her leather prison. And at her thighs she felt the clutch of crunkly leather as if it were an animal trap that had sprung and held her. And over all of her body, her legs, her hips, buttocks, waist, breast, arms and shoulders, she experienced the thrill of leather upon skin as tightly as if her body had turned to that substance, had become the leather itself.
"Oh, oh, oh," the man breathed pathetically.
Cass straightened her body, causing, she knew, her breasts and buttocks and all of her to puff out to him in a way that showed every niche, every comer and wrinkle of her body, a way that creased lines between her thighs, between her rounded buttocks, that brought a dimple where her navel was, that dotted her breasts with the imprint of her hard, pushing, rubbing nipples.
The man jerked his hands to a springing position in front of him as if they had suddenly been burned. Then he stepped closer and very slowly and carefully rubbed all of his hands over the leather that held her body.
Cass felt the fingers moving through leather against her. And she reacted. She trembled. Her eyes rolled slightly. Her mouth shot open. Her tongue whisked at her lips. She spread her legs apart and stretched her arms wide, offering more of herself for the tingle of the man's fingers. And he moved to all of her. He touched at her leather held shoulders, collar bone, breasts down each arm, at her waist and thighs and between them, then slowly down each leg until he was bent before her.
He stretched his arms out and embraced Cass. She felt the heat of his naked body searing through leather to touch at her own bareness. He held her tightly, feeling, and reacting to all the leather of her as he pressed her closer, yet making no move for a conventional embrace, one that would call forth kisses and touches. But his body, moving now against her from side to side, trembled and shook as much as if he were already involved in the final moments of a normal act of love.
Suddenly, he stepped back a pace. He gripped Cass by the shoulders and pressured, indicating that she should lower to the floor. She complied.
When she was prone, she stretched on her side, then rolled to her back as the man lowered and took a place on his knees at her side.
And now he did bestow kisses, but they were not meant for her mouth. They were directed to the soft leather that held her. He bent, then, beginning at her shoulders and moving to her breasts, where he lingered, he switched his tongue madly back and forth across the leather that held her body, that puffed upward to him, rounded and full and so very enticing.
As he moved, Cass began a slight roll of her body, a roll that told of her own response to his strange love-making. Then she clasped her arms about his head and hugged him closer, held tight to him as his head moved, as his tongue continued to shoot back and forth across the leather, as he continued to descend upon her body. He lingered again at her thighs, causing Cass to arch mightily, thrust herself taut and hard against his moving mouth. And she felt his caresses as truly as if the leather did not hide her skin, for, in a way, she had become a sensitive part of the leather itself.
When the frantic leather-lover had traversed all of her body, he rose to his knees and looked into her face. His own was tense and desperate and very anxious looking. Then, after a sudden groan, he knee-walked closer to her side. Then he straightened. Then he boosted himself over and astraddle her waist. Then he directed and lunged in the direction of her leather-clad, bulging breasts.
Cass felt the striking motion he made against and between her breasts with a certain surprise that she should feel any excitement at all. But she did. And greatly. She felt her entire body ripple in reaction to the crashing he made against her. And within her there began a pulsation as great as his own, as fevered, as hot, as ever mounting and approaching an end.
He added only one movement to his single-sided expression of love. As he whipped himself harder and harder to the leather mounds of breasts that Cass presented, he lowered a bit upon her body then jammed one knee at the leather pinched place of her thigh's joining. It was a small movement, but it was enough.
Cass cried out and clawed her thighs to his bare knee. She held it close. Then she began to pressure up and down against it at the same time that he flurried to his end at her breasts.
And, crazily, it was for her, too. She felt the heat of her body grow beyond any measurable temperature. She felt her insides claw and scratch, as if they were seeking to thrust out of her body. She heaved upward and held, carrying the man's knee with her. And when she relaxed she experienced that greater descent of her emotions which came crashing and splattering to earth.
The man sobbed his farewell to her breasts. She cried her sadness at the parting that they now had to make. And then they both slumped into exhaustion.
Cass pushed up from her slumped position in the airplane seat. She felt warm, and she knew that it came from the memory of her encounter with the unusual male teacher at the little country school.
She relaxed, thinking that there had been many experiences, and if perhaps they were about to end, as they surely would end once she was safely returned to Blair State, at least she had known the variety of uses to which sex was used. She was glad for that. Then she looked down and beneath the plane's belly, she saw the city out-lined and waiting. She wondered what she and Don would find there, if perhaps it would truly mark an end to many things.