Chapter 13
Art Bond did not return to Lori's apartment, despite her repeated calls to his office threatening to expose him. Ken Bowman drifted away from her company simply by never being in when Lori called. A call to Jim brought only a sarcastic laugh and the words telling her to go to hell.
Lori decided on another course of action. She picked up the phone one day and dialed Art Bond's home. "Hello?" Mrs. Bond said. "Who is this?" Lori asked.
"This is Alma Bond-Mrs. Arthur Bond. Can I help you?"
Lori smiled wickedly. "You don't know who I am Mrs. Bond, but that doesn't matter. I just thought you might be interested in knowing where your husband spent some of his evenings a few weeks ago."
"Oh?"
"He was with me, Mrs. Bond. He spent several night with me, drinking and having fun." "Yes, he is a lot of fun, isn't he?" "We went to bed together."
"Of course you did. Art's wonderful in bed, too, don't you think?" "Wha-at?"
"My dear, if you think you're going to come between Art and I by telling me these things, you have another
think coming. I am fully aware of my husband's shortcomings, but that doesn't mean that he and I can't enjoy each other, too."
"But ... but he's your husband. He's been in bed with me."
"That doesn't concern me in the least. I only hope he showed you as good a time as he does me. He's quite a man, Art is. There's nothing you can tell me about him that will upset the relationship we have. Now, is there anything else you'd like to discuss?"
"He paid me."
"Naturally. You didn't expect him not to, did you? I only hope you were worth what he gave you." "But Mrs. Bond ..."
"Thank you for calling, Miss. I only hope you found Art as enjoyable in bed as I always do. I appreciate hearing that he's still alive enough to give someone else the pleasure he and I have shared."
"But he said you'd leave him if you found out," Lori said in desperation.
"Nonsense. Art and I understand each other. If there's nothing else you have to tell me, then let me go. I have some things to do."
Lori lowered the phone slowly toward the cradle without bothering to say goodbye. Her last chance to hurt Art had fizzled out. There was no way she could get back at Jim now. There was no way to cause trouble for Ken Bowman, either.
"Well, Jim, you won after all," she said, sinking into her favorite chair.
There was still Cal Winston to think about, but what good would it do? She could only hurt herself if she continued to try to get even with Jim for divorcing her. School would be starting soon and she had to think about the future instead of what lay in the past. There
was no need to worry about the men she had known there would always be new ones, she thought.
She rose from her chair and crossed to the bar. A drink would help, she reasoned. She walked through the empty apartment once again, recalling the activities of that wild summer. She could almost see the men she had had, naked, organs dangling after the session, organs rigid as they probed her body. Her breasts tingled as she remembered how many men had sucked on her tart nipples. Instinctively, one hand went to one of the nipples and felt its rubber eraser-tip.
And she marveled over how much she had learned over the summer. She had experienced sexual fulfillment in many forms. For a time she thought she had changed, but then realized she hadn't changed at all She had finally released her most sensuous feelings, feelings she had kept buried simply because she thought she had to. She felt rather pleased with herself that she beer able to bring her inner self to the surface and be her own woman. Her inhibitions had finally been torn away.
It was pleasant, in a way. It was a new enjoyment now that she accepted it. It had an almost narcotic effect on her. It was gratifying to realize she had become a long last, a woman.
Riley Webster had blond hair cut in a mod cut and wore a dark, pullover sport shirt that accented his bronze face. He stood almost six feet and had the appearance of having worked out with weights or exercised diligently. He could be described as perfect-his nose, his lips, his eyes, his hair-so perfect that Lori had the feeling sometimes that he was unreal.
When Lori opened her high school English class that warm September morning, Riley Webster sat in the rear
of the room, smiling a sort of knowing smile that sent a slight shiver through Lori's body.
There was nothing halfway about Riley. He was a study of sharp, defined lines and colors. He stood out from the rest of the class as though he were surrounded with some kind of iridescent light. He had chosen the proper colors to offset his handsome, tanned face. When he smiled there was no mistaking that he took genuine pleasure in the act.
Right now Riley Webster was smiling as he looked into the face of the beautiful new English teacher who had come to teach senior English. It was Lori's first semester of this subject, having been assigned the teaching of literature prior to this. And it was Riley's first encounter with her, for he had been a transfer from an out-of-town school.
Looking at the handsome young man, virile and brown, Lori realized she could easily forget about the men she had tried to hurt during the summer. As she had reasoned, there would be other men and, even though this senior student was only eighteen, she knew his body was that of a man. The thought excited her.
But there were complications to a teacher-student relationship, she knew. Discovery was paramount, of course. If the principal or one of the teachers knew of such an arrangement, the teacher would be dismissed immediately. Then there was the approach; it had to be subtle. Young men like. Riley Webster would be inclined to shy away from any entanglements with a teacher.
Over the first weeks, Lori tried to maneuver herself into a position where she and Riley could be alone. But no opportunity had presented itself. When the class was over, Riley went on to his next while Lori was forced to stay in her classroom for the next class. It was frustrating.
She looked over the crop of young men in the other 137classes. There were some who attracted her, yet none had the virile, pure male look of young Riley. Crude young studs ogled her and rolled their eyes at her occasionally, but Lori knew their actions were strictly juvenile. Of course there was nothing wrong with selecting a young, innocent youth to entice into her bed. There was much she could teach them. Then, too, their youthful bodies intrigued her.
One factor developed that Lori had not counted on. Either it was because Riley was not trying or because he was not the brightest young man in the class, despite his intelligent appearance. The simple fact was that Riley Webster was not doing well in his studies. That, of course, was the opening Lori had been waiting for. He would need some special tutoring.
Lori picked up the stack of test papers the class had turned in. She paged through them quickly and found the one with Riley's name scrawled across the top. She studied the answers he had written down. She smiled. Riley had done poorly again.
A few minutes before the bell rang, Lori went to Riley's desk and stood looking down into his upturned face. "Riley, I'd like to talk to you a few minutes after class," she said.
"Yes, ma'am."
In the few minutes before he had to rush to his next -class, Riley was told that he needed to work harder on his English.
"It's not that you're stupid, I'm sure," Lori said. "I think the trouble lies with your not trying, Riley. If you like, I'll work with you for short periods after school. As it is, I'm afraid you're not going to pass."
Riley's face paled slightly. "I didn't know it was that bad," he said. "I try, but I don't seem to be able to get the hang to it."
"All right, if you're willing to put in a little extra time maybe we can get your grades up so you won't be in danger of flunking."
That was the beginning. Now Lori could sit next to her favorite pupil and go over his work with him. Now she could feel the muscles of his thigh as she brushed against him. Now she could smell the clean, healthy male smell of him as she bent over him as he sat at his desk; she could bend over him and let her titties touch his shoulders.
But the one thing that thrilled her the most was when she heard Riley gasp when she bent over him and laid her breasts fully on his back. She saw his fingers clutch nervously at his book, felt a tremor go through his body.
"You're getting on fine, Riley," she said, "but I think you need a lot more time than I can give you here at school."
"I know," he said. "About the time I start to see through the fog, it's time to go."
"And of course you don't study any more after you leave here, do you?"
He grinned sheepishly. "No," he said softly. "I-I've got this chick and ..."
Jealous anger clutched at Lori. She knew, of course, that a handsome youth like Riley would have many girls chasing after him, but inasmuch as she had never seen him with anyone, she had not faced the fact squarely. Competition was one thing she didn't need, she thought.
The anger was evident in her face as she said, "Riley, I'm trying my best to get you up to a passing grade but if you insist on playing around with girls instead of studying, then there's nothing I can do but give you a failing grade."
Riley looked down at his book, fiddled with the pages. 139His face reddened a little. "This girl... well, she's kind of freaked out about me and ..."
"She's more important than your studies? Don't be foolish, Riley. There's always time for that later, after you graduate." She came to the side of his desk where his elbow protruded over the side. She brushed her hip against it. "I'm going to do something for you that I've never done for a student before," she said. "I'm going to ask you to come to my place. You'll bring your books and we'll pound senior English into you until you know it from one end to the other." She leaned over the desk, making sure her cheek was almost touching his mouth, and wrote her address on a sheet of his notebook paper. "That's my address. I'll expect you there tonight at seven."
She did not straighten up, but turned her face and looked into his eyes. Their lips almost met in that brief moment. Coyly, she moved slowly away from him. Then she put her hand around the back of his head and patted him lightly.
Riley gulped. "I'll... I'll be there," he stammered.
"Good," Lori said. She walked back to her desk in a graceful, gliding motion that drew Riley's eyes to her hips.
"How late will we be working?" he asked. She smiled. "Until I'm satisfied you've learned something," she said.