Chapter 2
She darted across the lawn and around the main building. She could hear sounds of footsteps behind her as she ran but they weren't close. She felt her heart thudding in her chest and she could hear her own gasps for breath and knew that it wasn't just because she was running. Even though the fear and the exertion of the flight she could feel the sexual excitement still in her. She could feel her own vagina lips rub wetly together as she ran. The dorm buildings rose up in the darkness before her and she forced herself to walk as she approached the pool of light by the door. Her heart still banged in her chest as she reached the building and entered. Her room wasn't far and she could control herself enough to reach it and go into the room. She maintained her rigid control as she locked the door and fastened the safety chain. Once she was certain that she was safe and that the following footsteps couldn't follow her into the room she collapsed on the chair by the door.
Her mind was screaming at her, her moral sense was outraged. She had watched an adult female consort with a group of boys and it was most apparent that she intended to be intimate with all of them in turn! The vulgar scene that she had watched was in direct opposition to every thing that she had ever held to be right and moral. She should feel embarrassed and indignant she should be planning to go to Dr. Silvers this moment to denounce the woman!!
The only thing wrong was that she had no intention of doing that. She had been aroused by the scene, not repelled! As she sat hunched over on the chair images and pictures flashed across her mind and she relived the moment when the boy entered the woman; she saw Alma's thighs bouncing as the boy crashed into her. She shuddered as she remembered the boy who stood over the woman and so casually pressed his organ into her eager mouth!!
She had heard of oral sex, she had even been out with one young man who had suggested it to her when she had primly refused to sleep with him. She remembered with a bitter smile how she had berated him and chased him out of her life. She knew about it but never had she seen it or even imagined it until tonight! She was so ashamed but she couldn't stop imagining herself with that same tube of flesh in her own mouth. It had some evil attraction for her and she moaned aloud when she couldn't stop the images in her mind.
In an attempt to distract herself, she got to her feet and walked to her bedroom, but the bed by the wall rekindled her obscene thoughts and she felt a hot wave of desire go over her. She was no virgin but this was the first time in her life that she ever felt a real desire! It shook her and she wanted to scream as the images of naked boys flitted across her mind, each with a large, erect dripping organ bouncing between his thighs. Crying soundlessly she fell back across the bed.
The ache between her thighs became stronger and she pressed her hands down on her pulsing mound from the outside of her skirt in a forlorn hope of calming the need. The pressure of her hands only fed the fire and she felt her muscles tense in her vagina. They clamped down, seeking the round shaft of the male. She felt another stab of shame but couldn't stop herself as one hand pulled up her own skirt and she pressed a finger against her crevice, pushing the thin panties up into the crack. The sudden jolt of pleasure frightened her and she withdrew her hand.
"Oh God! Do I have to do that at my age? Is masturbation the only answer, why do I have this feeling, why can't I just ignore sex?"
Regardless of her own feeling she put her hand back against her body and gently rubbed her fingertip up between the lips. She felt the crotch band of the panties and realized that it was sopping wet! The desire became hotter and more insistent and she knew that she couldn't deny the need that she felt. Quickly she stood and stripped off her clothing. She caught sight of her naked body in the mirror and felt a sudden regret. Her breasts were firm and still upthrust, her belly had a gentle roundness, her hips were nice and she noted the dark triangle at her thigh's juncture. She was a woman! She needed someone, someone who had values and honor, not just a beast who only wanted to screw and baby her into a early grave! Her hand rested on her belly and she watched as the fingers slowly slipped down to the dark growth of pubic hair. When the fingers touched the opening of her wet lips her belly quaked and she couldn't resist the impulse to push her finger in deeper.
Her head swam with the sweet torture, her flesh vibrated as her fingertip teased and tormented the opening between her thighs. Her face was contorted and strained as she slipped the finger up and down her slippery flesh. Her mouth fell open and she gasped for breath as the thrills came closer and closer, but just as she approached the brink of her pleasure she was jolted by a heavy knocking on the door!
"Miss Henderson?" It was one of the boys! She hurried to her feet and slipped into the robe at the foot of the bed. Her pulse was still racing and she caught sight of herself in the mirror as she passed; her face was red and her hair was tangled. Trying to smooth her hair she moved to the door. The knocking continued.
"Please, I can hear you. I'm coming!" Her body was still aroused and her flesh was protesting the 1etdown-she wanted to go back to her bed and gain that release that her finger had so nearly brought to her but she knew that she had to answer the door, to appear as natural as she could. She would die if they knew that she had been watching them at the window. Her hand shook as she reached for the safety chain and then opened the door.
There in the doorway stood Ted, the older boy. he saw him as he stood there but her mind saw him naked with his penis in the greedy mouth of the blond! She had to swallow twice before she could make her own throat work.
"What is it? I was just taking a shower." The boy looked at her and saw that she wasn't even damp and gave her a slow smile.
"Gee, I hope I didn't really disturb you Miss Henderson, I didn't realize you were busy." The double meaning of his words made her flinch as if he had slapped her. She wanted to cry as she wished she had come up with a better lie. The boy went on. "We have a little problem upstairs and I think you should look into it." He stepped aside and pointed up the stairs. She didn't want to go, she was still unsettled and wanted to be alone, to try to gain control of herself but his instant look gave her no room to evade him. "I'm the upstairs monitor, Miss Henderson. One of the boys hurt himself and it's my duty to report it." He left unsaid that it was her duty to look into it but she knew her duty and reluctantly left the doorway and went up the steps.
As she walked she was painfully aware that she had nothing on under her robe and she wondered if the boy behind her knew it, or even cared.
At the top of the stairs she saw a cluster of boys around the door to the rear and she hurried towards them. When she reached them she pushed them to one side and entered the room. On the floor sat a young boy. His face was swollen and he had a cut over one eye. She could see that the other eye was swelling and turning purple. She knelt beside him and pulled his protective hand away from the cut; it wasn't bad, it was deep but not long and she could tell he didn't need any stitches.
"What happened, dear?"
"Aw ... I was running down the hall from the shower and I tripped. I'm OK now, honest!" Despite what he said she could see that the boy was frightened and she knew better than to ask him any more questions until she had him alone.
"It's alright boys, just a little cut and some bumps. Now it's lights out so you all go back to your rooms. I'll take care of him." For a second they hesitated but then they broke up and she heard them talking quietly as they went back to their rooms. Once they were gone she helped him to his feet and led him to the bed.
"Now what's your name?"
"Jerry Perrine, ma'am."
"Alright Jerry, what really happened? I'm not asking you to name anybody-just tell me the truth about what happened to you." The boy looked frightened and didn't speak. "Now Jerry, it's alright to tell me, whatever you say won't go out of this room and I promise that it won't go to Dr. Silvers unless it's worse than I think." Jerry squirmed and tried not to meet her eyes. She could tell he wanted to tell her, to tell someone but he wasn't certain that he could trust her. "How old are you, Jerry?"
"I'm fifteen ma'am."
"Oh, call me Miss Henderson but not "ma'am". That makes me feel so old!" The boy tried to smile a little, but it hurt his face, she could tell that it hurt badly.
"Alright Miss Henderson, I guess I didn't actually trip-well some of the guys were out earlier and someone followed them and was spying on them. They thought it was me and roughed me up some. But I swear to you, it wasn't me! I haven't been in the school very long and I don't get along too good with these guys yet. I wouldn't follow them anyplace!!"
Gloria felt a flush of guilt. The boy had taken a beating because she had done the peeking and had escaped them. She noticed the eye was swelling almost shut. She turned and found the boy's towel and hurried down the hall to the shower. She ran the cold water on the cloth and folded it to make a compress. As she hurried back down the hall she encountered Ted. He stood by the door and she wondered if he had been standing there all the time the boy talked to her. He gave no sign of having heard and simply smiled at her.
"Anything that I can do Miss Henderson?" His smiled was too ready and she knew that he was one of the ones who had hurt the younger boy.
"No!" she said too sharply. "No, it's alright now, you can go to your room, I won't be needing any help." She passed by the boy and very firmly closed the door.
Jerry was laying flat on the bed now and she realized for the first time that all he had on was a large towel tied around his waist. As he lay back, she could see his groin, the dark hair and the root of his organ-the rest was covered by the towel. She tried not to look as she pressed the cold towel to his eye. It helped some but it was still painful. As she held the towel to his face she saw livid red welts on his ribs and knew that the boy had taken quite a beating. She lifted the towel from the boy's face and pressed it down on the welts trying to sooth the hurt. The boy lay quietly and watched her with his one good eye. His gaze was steady and quiet.
"Ma'am-I mean Miss Henderson-you won't tell anybody what I just told you, will you? It won't help me feel any better and it would just about wreck me around here. Nobody likes a squealer, not even me!" She wanted to urge him to reconsider but then she thought of her own involvement and decided that it would be wisest if she simply let it be.
"If that's what you want, Jerry, of course we'll keep it between ourselves. How does this feel?" She moved the towel down the welts on his ribs and belly. Without realizing it, she had the cold towel very low on the boy's torso and she could see the lump of his penis under his towel. She felt a sense of shame in herself but she couldn't control her hand as it pressed down on the boy. Her hand was hidden under the towel as it strayed and she pressed down on the root of the boy's penis. He had a startled look in his eye but he didn't say a word. She continued to press down with the heel of her palm. Finally he answered her question.
"It feels fine Miss Henderson-a lot better." There were worlds of meaning in his words and she felt herself flush. Still she didn't remove her hand. She felt him grow and twitch under the pressure and was amazed to find that she wanted to rip open the towel and see the swelling shaft. She refused to allow herself to do that but she did move her hand until it almost touched the boy's naked hip. She moved her palm in circles and that pulled the draped towel back, leaving his bare flesh open to her palm.
There was a tense silence in the room as she continued to work her hand back and forth under the towel. She glanced up at him and saw that his eye was fastened on her robe. She looked down and saw that it was falling open. One breast peeked out and the nipple was swollen and extended. She looked back up and saw he was staring at her. She made no move to close the robe and felt a jerk under her hand as his penis came to full erection.
"He knows!!" she thought desperately. "He knows that I'm letting him see me, oh my god, what am I doing??" She moved and felt the robe slip and knew that her thigh was bared before the boy's gaze and felt her own excitement rising. She didn't try to cover it either she hoped that he liked it!
By this time the towel around the boy's waist was pulled all the way back and she could feel the length of his hard organ under her palm. It wanted to rise up, she could feel it fight to stand but she didn't dare let it out from under her palm. If she did, she would have to admit that it as there, she couldn't pretend to be innocent of what she was doing then. She was perched on the side of the bed and felt herself slipping and for a second she was afraid that she would fall to the floor. She tried to brace herself but her foot slipped and just as she was about to slide off the bed, she felt the boy's strong hand grasp her thigh and hold her.
With the help of his strong arm and hand she repositioned herself on the bed and sat closer to him. His hand didn't leave her thigh. She looked at him and saw the question in his expression. She didn't say a word, she couldn't, but she gave him a faint smile and made no move to shake off the hand. He understood and soon she felt the fingers gently grip, then relax, the fingertips slipping along the smooth tender skin, and she shuddered in spite of herself.
Under the towel she had allowed her whole hand to lay flat on his organ and her fingers felt its shape as she rubbed and pressed. His own hand crept up her thigh to the place where it disappeared under her robe. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as it hesitated a moment, then sensing no refusal, it went up under the robe into the darkness. She bit her lips as she felt the hand find her pubic hairs, the fingers coiling locks of it around themselves, and little by little the fingers searching out her most private place. She found herself holding her breath, waiting for him. Under her hand the organ was rolling and twitching and she allowed her fingers to curl around the staff. The heat of his flesh seemed to burn her fingers and a shock ran up her arm to her heart. His blind fingers found her opening and with a silent groan she opened her thighs to invite them in. One of the fingers slipped between the lips and bathed in the oily lubrication. It bumped up against her clitoris and she almost screamed. She had to say something!
"Well Jerry, I think that it would be wise if you were to stay in tomorrow, you have been hurt rather badly. A day's rest seems to be in order." She heard herself making insane, meaningless chatter as his finger explored and thrilled her. She refused to allow herself to think of what they were doing, she blocked out all belief in right and wrong and centered herself on the finger that was rolling and whipping her into a state of near frenzy. She was blatantly masturbating the boy now, trying to imitate the motions that she had seen Alma use earlier.
Only the towel over her hand kept it from being an established fact She watched the bulge of her hand as it moved up and down under the cloth. She could feel that the head was hot and was seeping moisture; it got on her fingers and it felt like oil. He didn't answer her chatter, his eyes were shut tight and he was having trouble breathing. Her own voice dwindled and then ceased. There was silence in the room again, broken only by the sounds of their breathing. Each of them was in a private world, pretending that the other wasn't doing what they were. Each enjoying the sensations but trying to deny the source.
Under the towel, she felt his penis stiffen and jerk and she felt the hot seed boiling out of the head and covering her fingers. He gasped and moaned and rolled his hips. She saw his muscles tense and knew that he was trying to keep still. His finger inside her increased the pace and her orgasm was upon her with almost no warning. She enjoyed the thrills in silence, she bit her lip again to keep from making a sound, she was still trying to pretend!
Slowly, ever so slowly, she felt her reason returning. The boy's finger slowed and then ceased to torture her as her own hand stole under the towel and lay limp, covered with his ejaculation. They sat quietly for a long moment, each savoring the enjoyment and the release that they felt Each trying not to think of the consequences of what they had done with each other.
At last Gloria knew that she couldn't stay any longer. The warm dull glow of sexual release had left her tired and sleepy. Slowly she released his now-limp organ and wiped her hand as best she could in the towel. His hand dropped away and she stood up. He was confused and didn't know what to say or to do. He waited for her to give him some hint of how she wanted him to behave towards her.
"Jerry, I do think it's time for sleep now. I think it would be best for you to stay back from classes tomorrow. I'll send over a note in the morning." She tried her best to sound like an adult talking to a student, tried to be as professional and as remote as she could He took the lead and didn't look at her as he answered.
"Thank you, Miss Henderson, I'll just sleep in then. I guess I do need some rest. ... Thank you." She didn't trust herself to speak and turned and walked away. At the door she refused to allow herself to turn and look at him as she shut the door firmly and walk d quietly down the hall.
Just as she got to the steps she met Ted! He stood by the bannister and was smiling at her. "Jerry OK? I guess those falls really take a long time to take care of, eh?" She heard the implication and was miserable that he had guessed that something had happened in the room. She felt herself blush but she tried not to panic.
"Uh ... yes ... yes, he's fine now. I think I'll go to my room. I suggest that you go too, it is very late." The boy nodded, then he caught her arm as she started down the stairs.
"The bannister is sort of loose. Here, I'll help you down. It would be a bad deal if you were to fall and hurt yourself the first day here, wouldn't it?" She felt a tingle of fear. Was he making some kind of threat? They made it to the bottom of the stairs quickly. He held her arm firmly and she could feel his thigh as it brushed against hers every other step. She remembered how he had looked as he had stood over Alma, and how large his organ looked. She was ashamed of herself but she couldn't help wonder how it would have felt under the towel.
He stopped at her door and opened it for her. Just as she was going inside he spoke again.
"I'd make certain that my curtains were drawn tight, Miss Henderson. There are some people around here who seem to think that any open window is made for peeking into. That's a dirty habit, don't you think?" Before she could think of anything to say, he was gone.
Slowly she locked the door, fixed the safety chain and walked back to her bedroom. Her mind was a whirl of recriminations and self-hatred. "Oh, you animal," she whispered to herself. "How could you? How could you do that with a boy, with a child? A boy that you have been hired to take care of and to set an example for!!" But even as she tried to chastise herself, her mind was ignoring it and images of the boys and Alma in the shed, images of her hand moving under the towel kept teasing her, distracting her. She caught herself thinking of Jerry and that he would be here with her alone the very next day! Finally she was much too sleepy to continue and she lay down on the bed. She stopped only to slip off the robe and she slid under the sheets, naked. Regardless of her feelings of guilt, her hand crept down and cupped itself over her vulva as if to capture the feel of the boy's fingers, to hold that pleasure inside herself.