Chapter 9
Susan got a good night's rest, and the next morning, she let Dennis fix his own breakfast, as she busied herself getting ready to go back to school.
When she had finished showering, she applied plenty of cool lime body splash as the temperatures had been soaring in the late fall heat wave. Then, she dressed in her mini-skirt, and a pink blouse. At least I'm not wearing hot pants she laughed to herself. After all, why not show a little, and give the school kids a break, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
Then, she had her usual hurry-hurry breakfast and dashed out to her car. Driving quickly, she got to school in record time, and hoped she could avoid Miss Worthington's inquisition which she delighted so much in putting her through.
"Good morning," Miss Worthington smiled the moment she entered the office. "I do hope you're feeling better."
"Why, yes, I am, thank you," she said crisply.
The Principal smiled at her, "Good morning," and she greeted him, making it a point to get out of there quickly. The students were once more clustered around the front door to the classroom, and she almost felt happy to be back at her teaching post. It was fun to listen to all the interesting things the students had to tell. And the important thing, she thought was for her not to lose her cool-no matter what. Then, she proceeded to start the day following the flag pledge.
"Students, we're going to be doing some writing during class time today," she began, "I'd like to have you all listen carefully to what I have to say-would you?"
"Yes," they all replied enthusiastically, except for one young Mexican boy who sat in the rear of the room, and said, "No-"
She tried not to pay any attention to the lone dissenter, but his hot brown eyes riveted on her, and she could almost feel him undressing her.
Glancing down at her seat charge, she checked out his name, "Manuel Ladesma," she read, and she felt a strange pang go through her, when she glanced up at his penetrating eyes hot on her.
"We can write about many things, but first I think we ought to open the subject to class discussion. How many of you would like to discuss your topics in class before you begin?" There was a show of hands, and she knew she had all of her students with her.
"Alright, class," she smiled, "Let's begin. First, I want to ask you one thing-would you please raise your hands and let me acknowledge them and then we can make everything run along smoothly. I like to have everything in good order!"
The students listened attentively, as she went through her paces.
"Alright, you begin."
"A blonde girl in the front started speaking. Again, she glanced down at her seating chart and read her name, "Lenora Ferguson," and then she proceeded, to listen to Lenora.
"Well, I'm interested in sex," Lenora smiled, "I hope you don't mind if I write about one of our little week-end pajama parties."
"I certainly don't want you talking about it in class," Miss Lee insisted, "If you feel the burning urge to write about your sexual feelings, I guess it wouldn't hurt anything."
Another hand went up as Lenora Ferguson sat down. Then, the teacher recognized the young man who was standing. Glancing down at her seating chart, she wondered who he was. She noticed his name, Bill Harper, as she listened to him talking.
"Teach, can I tell about the first broad I ever laid?" he smiled.
"If that's the most uplifting experience in your life, well-go ahead and write about it."
The whole class was responding now. They could see that Miss Lee was indeed no prude, and they were responding.
"Go to work," she said, "I think it would be better for you to write whatever you want to--and then I can tell you how you are doing from a grammatical standpoint. But, more conversation like this, and you will probably just repeat yourselves." Then, the students all began writing enthusiastically.
Miss Lee wondered what she should do about Manuel. He just looked out the window. He seemed so shy, so timid, she decided she wouldn't embarrass him further in front of any of the students. The sensible thing to do would be to look his name up in the school card file and then see if she couldn't phone him at his home and talk to him confidentially.
The day swept by swiftly, and then it was time for Drama Class. She decided it was time for a full cast rehearsal, and thus she could avoid any intimate contact with Jerry Winters.
When the first Drama Class met, she announced, "Today, we'll begin full cast rehearsals for 'A Roman Scandal', and I want each student to have his costume on, and to know his lines. I'll work on blocking with each one of you."
The students listened, and she began giving them the instructions, later, when they were in the Drama auditorium. "I want the boys to use the dressing rooms, one to five, and the girls, dressing rooms marked six to ten."
The students broke up into male and female groups and went to the appointed dressing rooms. And then, she went out to the light panel, and set the lights for the stage play.
She thought she heard someone out in the audience, and peeked out beyond the curtain to observe the Principal and his secretary, Miss Worthington stepping up to speak to her. They pushed the thick stage curtain aside, and came back, "How's everything?" the Principal boomed jovially.
"Just fine, just fine," she smiled, "We're going into our first cast rehearsal," she explained.
"Good," Miss Worthington commented, "I thought he ought to see what you're doing with our talented young people."
Miss Lee knew all too well that could be taken two ways, but she also knew she couldn't afford to take it but one way.
"We're doing all in our power to make it a really hilarious spoof of old Roman times," she laughed, "And I hope you enjoy it-"
"I'm sure we will," the Principal smiled without humor, masking as best he could his true feeling of insecurity regarding Miss Lee's post as head of Drama that he'd given her.
About five agonizing moments later, Miss Lee had the cast assembled on stage in their respective places. Jerry Winters appeared to be wearing shorts under his white Roman toga, and this made her feel less nervous.
Then, she pulled the house curtains, and the students began. Jerry Winters had the first lines in the show, and he delivered them well. But, still there was always the fear, that his genitals might show if he wasn't dressed underneath, and she hoped she wouldn't excite him sexually today.
Fortunately, all of the students went through their paces well, and only one student, Gloria Miller didn't know her lines. After it was all over, she whispered to Gloria as she went to the dressing room, "I want to see you after class-"
"Alright, Miss Lee," Gloria answered nervously. She turned out the spots, and pulled the curtains open dramatically and stepped on stage.
"How did you like it?" she asked out into the audience, and to her surprise, there was no answer-for the seats were vacant. It bothered her, and she tried to not let it upset her, but it was apparent now the Principal and Miss Worthington were not showing her any respect or consideration. Unannounced they could drop in, and then put her on the spot. When the students by and large had done well, they were gone-without any comment. Their silence was comment enough, and she didn't like it.
After the students had gone, Gloria Miller waited for Miss Lee to talk to her.
"You wanted to see me?" she said abruptly.
"Yes, Gloria, I do want to talk to you about today."
"What about today?" she said defiantly, "Didn't I please you, Miss Lee?"
"You stumbled and stammered through your lines something awful and you know it," Miss Lee told her in no uncertain terms. "If you're going to do that to me, why don't you forget the show. You know who was out there today, don't you?"
"I'm not interested."
"Well, young lady, you should be. It was the Principal and his secretary. And they were really uptight."
"About me? Or about you?"
"What are you talking about, young lady?"
"I think you know, or you should know-"
"About what?"
"You're the most far-out teacher in the whole school. Teachers aren't supposed to get so friendly with their students like you do. Anybody knows that, honey. Now, why don't you wise-up and quit feeding me a lot of crap. You don't like me because I'm in love with Jerry Winters."
"What's that got to do with me?"
"That's what I'd like to know," she said testily. "Jerry used to be my steady till he took this stupid Drama course from you."
"I don't know what you're talking about?"
"Oh, yes you do," Gloria smiled, "You have been giving him private tutoring on Saturday nights-no, you don't fool me, and Jerry doesn't either."
"Don't you talk like that to me, young lady," Miss Lee snapped, "My interest in Jerry Winters is purely one as his teacher, I would never think of-"
"That's a lot of bull. You've been ape for Jerry ever since he took this course, and let me tell you something, Teach-I'm gonna fight for him, you're not going to get your clammy paws on him forever. He'll fink to me, and then I'll raise a stink so bad, you'll wish you never heard of La Grady High. Do you read me, Teach?"
"You're a demon," Miss Lee said evenly, feeling a sense of numbness engulf her, as she saw the headstrong young girl vowing to keep her young lover exclusively in her grasp.
"Goodbye, Miss Lee, did you have anything more you wanted to see me about?"
Silently, Miss Lee shook her head. She watched the girl walk out, and she saw her future walk out with her.
And then, she wheeled about, and went to check the dressing rooms out. They were all vacant, but one, and there sat Jerry Winters bare naked, with a smile on his face.
"For god sakes, get some clothes on," she spit at him furiously.
"Don't get so uptight, Teach," Jerry smiled, stroking his enormous erection.
"Did you hear that girl?" she demanded.
"You mean my ex?" he smirked.
"Gloria whatever her name is. Oh, god, I've got a mental block I hate that vicious little bitch so much."
"Don't get jealous, Teacher, sweetheart, I've got my prick waiting for you right over here."
"What in hell do I care about your prick for?" the teacher snapped, "How you do or how you don't get your kicks Jerry Winters is not my concern."
Still smiling, and still stroking his rock-hard male member, he said, "Come over here."
So angry, she felt she might tear it off him,, if she did walk over to him, she stood there shaking with rage.
"Go to hell," she snapped
"Teach, if I go to hell, you go right along with me." Trapped, tormented, and furious, she went over to him, and began pummeling his face. But Jerry was a strong young man, and he hastily got off the dressing room counter where he sat naked, and gripped her arms, and pinched them back.
"Don't get violent, Teach," he smiled tensely, "Now, you get down on your knees, dammit, and give me a blow-job. Got that straight, have you?"
The tears of rage streaked down her eyes. She knew now, that there was no way out. So, she immediately, dropped to her knees, while her husky, young punk of a student leaned over to lock the door. She took his huge penis in her hands, and pulled it to her mouth.
"Suck on me," he begged, "Suck it off!"
Once she had him in her mouth, and felt the massive head of the organ touch the back of her throat, she strangely felt a wave of sexual exultation go through her.
"Ohhh, yes, baby, suck me," he begged her, and her mouth moved up and down his organ with piston precision.
She used one hand to hold onto him, and the other hand to massage his testicles. He was totally turned on and drove it to her, with newfound force. Having seen her enraged, made her cry, and then forced her to submit, he felt some of the same excitement a rapist feels when he gets a woman to give into his wild, hot sexual demands.
"That's a good cocksucker, Teacher," he smiled as he saw her do her thing, once he'd forced her to go down on him. Back and forth her mouth moved, as she sucked on his young, virile organ.
"Ohhhh, baby, suck me, suck me," he begged, feeling the hot excitement of being sucked off flashed through him.
And then the sperm shot of his mouth, and hurtled down her throat.
"Ahhhh, ohhh, faster, sucker, faster," he groaned in delight as she gobbled down his penis-juice. She did enjoy this part of the relationship, and when she got off her knees, and looked up into his face, her anger was gone.
"You're a wild cocksucker, Teach," he said gently.
"And you're a horny stud-but I've told you we've got to watch ourselves. Now, we've got your girlfriend Gloria on us, and with the Principal, and dear Miss Worthington watching too-dear god, our goose is cooked."
"No, it's not," he said assuredly, "If you and I play it cool, we can get by with all the fucking we want to."
"If we play it cool," she reminded him, as he got down, naked, and still hard, and picked up his shorts and slid into them, and then his jeans, his shirt, and finally he put on his shoes and socks.
As they walked out of the auditorium together, Gloria stood down the hall at her hall locker. A look of surprise, combined with outright rage flashed across her face as she looked at the two of them.
"Well, hello," she said, "I hope you enjoyed it-both of you."
Two tears rolled down her cheeks, and she looked away. For an awful moment, guilt surged through Miss Lee. She knew she was taking advantage of a strange situation, and the young girl friend Gloria was the loser. But, it wasn't her fault, she reasoned, so why should she feel guilty?
"I'm sorry," she said softly, when they were on the second floor, heading for her classroom.
"I broke up with that cheap slut when I found out what she'd been doing?"
"What had she been doing?"
"Fucking up a storm with all the cats in the neighborhood."
"How awful," Miss Lee shook her head sadly, "I'm sorry, Jerry."
"Aw, it's okay, I'm glad I broke up with her actually, because that got me involved with you, Teach."
"But it isn't good for a teacher to have sex with a student," Miss Lee tried to make him understand.
"Why isn't it any good?"
"Because of the age differential," she said flatly. "I'm much too old for you, and it isn't fair."
"Don't worry about that," he said, "You've got more on the ball than most of the chicks in high school, and you can think of more ways of doing it."
"Is that good?" the teacher smirked.
"I think so," Jerry nodded, and then she went into the classroom, and picked up her papers from the previous classes. She noticed the janitor had been near her desk, and she saw a strange smile on his face. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd looked at any of the papers.