Chapter 2
Now school was over, and only two students remained in Miss Johnson's class.
Dennis Sanders and Perry Smith sat attentively at their desks. Jean Johnson wore a stern look as she peered into their eyes.
"You two boys were terribly disruptive influences today," she began. "All it takes are a few troublemakers to turn an entire class into bedlam. Most of the students are followers, so if a few exhibitionists like you two go to work, all kinds of havoc will break loose. I don't like your attitudes and I don't like the smart manner that both of you have. This is going to have to stop. And just to show you to what extent I mean business, I'm going to lock both these doors and keep anybody from coming in here. The janitor can wait a little while to do this work. I want to just sit here and read my novel while you two are amusing me by cracking jokes. I'm sure that you have a number of them stored up and saved for me. I said that I did have a sense of humor."
They continued staring straight into her eyes as she walked toward the door. She locked it and returned to her desk.
Perched on top of her desk was a copy of a Henry James novel, which she had purchased at a bookstore the day before. She had barely had time to start it at lunchtime. She looked forward to reading it uninterruptedly for at least an hour, while the two rebellious students were being disciplined for their discourteous and disruptive acts.
She opened the book and began reading it. But her eyes were only able to settle on the pages for a few minutes. She was able to observe the insistent stares coming from the two boys.
Finally her curiosity got the better of her. She decided to find out what was bothering them. For one thing, they were being too quiet. They were being downright silent, which confused her greatly. They had been unable to do anything but talk during the first-class period of the day. That trend continued to manifest itself during the rest of the day, only to a lesser extent. Now, when she had them alone in the classroom, they were saying nothing.
"It sounds strangely silent in here," she looked at them. "Just what has happened to you two jokers? I thought you were full of funny stories. I just can't understand what has gotten into either one of you."
"I'd rather look at you than talk," Dennis said.
"So would I," Perry agreed.
"So that's why you're so quiet," she said, a little self-consciously. "You want to look at me."
"I'll always want to look at somebody like you," Perry Smith told her. "You're almost too beautiful for me to believe."
"I don't think there's another teacher anywhere who is as good looking as you are," Dennis said.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't make comments about my personal appearance."
"Why is that?" Dennis asked.
"Because we're not supposed to be having that kind of relationship. There has to be a certain discreet distance maintained between the instructor and her students. I'm grateful that you both think I'm that attractive, but I don't want anything more said about my looks. Particularly during class. Do I make myself understood?" she looked at them solemnly.
"I can't understand it at all," Dennis said.
"And just why not? I made myself clear enough."
"Because when a chick looks gorgeous, I think she should be proud of the way she looks. She shouldn't get uptight about it."
"I get uptight, to use your word, because often boys like you are too conscious of the physical side of life. I'm trying to familiarize you with the intellectual side. I want to put some knowledge into your brains so that when you leave school you'll be able to cope with the outside world a little better."
"I know one thing for damned sure," Perry said.
"What's that? And please stop using profanity," she corrected him.
"Sorry, I just got carried away," Perry said. "But what I was about to say is that Dennis and I get so turned on with you that we can't help it. What are we supposed to do, cut off our cocks and balls?"
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk that way around me," her eyes dropped with embarrassment. "I'm not here to provide a sexual outlet for either of you or any of the other boys in this school."
"But dammit," Dennis said.
Once more she cut off the conversation. "As I said, I don't want to hear anymore language like that."
"Okay, okay," Dennis said. "But what I was about to say was that Perry and I can't take it being around you. It gets to us. You know the kind of stage that guys our age go through?"
"I'd rather not talk about that," she said.
"But we can't get away from it," Perry said. "We get erections just being around you. We can't help it."
"You'll just have to try and learn a little self-control."
"How can a guy talk to a hard-on?" Dennis asked.
His friend Perry burst into laughter over his comment.
"I said I didn't want to hear anymore of that talk," Jean's temper began wearing thin again. "And you, Perry, can stop laughing right now. What he said wasn't that funny."
"But it was," Perry disagreed. "What he said makes sense. Do you know what happened to us after that first class?"
"What?" she looked at him curiously.
"We had to go into the bathroom. We had to jack-off."
"I refuse to listen to anymore of this talk," she bolted out of her seat. Her fingers trembled as they curled around the cover of her Henry James novel.
"We can't help it if we get turned on by you," Dennis said. "Perry and I were jerking our cocks like crazy. You know, each one of us shot twice just after that first class. That's all it took to get us turned on. We're like rockets, shooting all the time."
"This is a classroom, not some sexologist's office," Jean erupted in desperation. "Now I wish that both of you would be quiet. Just sit back down there and don't make another sound."
"But you wanted us to talk before," Perry pointed out. "And when we were being quiet, you said that you were suspicious. You wondered why we were doing it."
"Perhaps I was wrong then. I should have accepted my prosperity and gone on with my reading."
"But we get so turned on around you," Dennis said. "That's the big reason we wanted to stay after school. Isn't that right, Perry?"
"That's for damned sure," Perry said.
"Can't you two watch those damns?" she looked at both of them coldly.
"We wanted to be around you, and we didn't care if we had to stay after school to do it," Perry said. "You look so beautiful that we just couldn't stop watching. And right now I've got me a king-size erection just looking your way."
"So have I," Dennis nodded.
"All this talk about sex has to come to a stop right now."
"How can we help thinking about sex with somebody like you around?" Dennis said.
"You've got a body and a face that was just made for sex," Perry exclaimed.
"Just knock all this off right now," she growled.
A moment of silence passed. They continued staring wide-eyed at her. She could tell from the expressions on their faces that they were strongly attracted to her.
The longer she looked at them, the faster her resistance began to melt. Perhaps, she thought, that was why she got so angry whenever they mentioned anything about sex. It wasn't just a case of violating rules of classroom decorum. It was more an instance of her getting aroused by such talk, and not wanting to have to face that fact.
The longer she looked at them, the more she realized that they were handsome young men. Perhaps she referred to them as boys, but from the standpoint of height and physical development, they conveyed every impression of being men. She was confident that their talents also extended to the bedroom. She felt that they were probably magnificently equipped to handle themselves in the art of lovemaking.
"Now just be quiet and don't bother me again," she said, preparing to go back to reading her book. But by then her mind was far removed from the novel that rested on her desk.
"Don't try and con us, Miss Johnson," Dennis said.
"I'm not trying to con anyone. Just what do you mean by that remark?"
"It's damned obvious what is meant by that remark," Dennis laughed. "You're real curious about us, and if we get up from our desks you will be able to see our cocks."
"I won't listen to such revolting language. I'll have both of you expelled," she exploded.
"That proves how anxious you are to see our cocks," Perry said.
"You're both courting danger. If you want to remain at this school, you'd both better shape up. I'm not going to put up with a couple of vile young sex maniacs."
"I think it's the sex maniac in us that you like," Perry said. "You're so anxious to see our hard dicks on display that you can hardly stand it.
That's why you're getting so pissed off at us."
"I don't like your language, I don't like your attitude, I don't like either one of you," she said. By that time she was totally frustrated. "Now both of you stop acting this way. I'm just not going to take anymore of this."
"We can't take anymore of feeling the way we do," Perry explained. "Our cocks are just so itchy that they have to get off. There's no other way. You're just too beautiful to be around. If you really wanted to punish us after school, you just would have left."
"I couldn't do that. You two would have left."
"The two of us would have tried to find you," Dennis said.
"I'll send you home right now," she finally decided. "Now get out of here. If you act up tomorrow, I'll be getting in touch with Mister O'Connell. You can settle your differences with the principal of this school."
"I've been in his office lots of times," Perry laughed. "He thinks we're both pains in the neck and that's about it. But O'Connell isn't the big problem. Us having these enormous hard-ons is the problem."
"It's a problem you both will have to solve in your own unique ways," she said.
She picked up her book and began to walk toward the door. Her body was stiff. By then she knew that she wanted to come into sexual contact with both of them, but she felt it would be fatal to directly communicate her true feelings to them.
"I know you want to see our cocks," Dennis said. "Please, come back."
"I will not be subjected to your lewd advances."
"Have a look at this, Miss Johnson," Dennis said.
She turned around and observed Dennis standing a few feet away from her with his hard dick in his right hand. She had not even seen him unzip his trousers, but that did not matter by that point. She could see his huge bulging dick, and that was nearly enough for her.
"Put that thing away," she shrieked.
"What are you getting so upset about?" Perry Smith laughed.
Perry then unzipped his trousers quickly, pulling his huge rod out. He too stroked it with the fingers of his right hand.
"You've both gone mad," she said.
"Then, why are you looking at our cock so closely if you're not turned on by us?" Perry asked.
"I won't tolerate anymore of this. I'll have you two booted out of this school."
"That's not going to make you any less uptight, honey," Dennis grinned broadly. "You love looking at this hot prick, you know damned well you do. Come on over here and touch it. You're going to love touching these huge pricks."
Her face flushed with rage. She walked slowly toward them. She stood now only inches away from those proud objects they held in their fingers.
"Come on, reach out and touch it, just once,"
Perry Smith was practically daring her.
"I don't think you two realize just what you're doing," she told them angrily.
"We know darned well what we're doing," Dennis told her confidently.
It was apparent at that point that the next move was clearly up to Jean.