Chapter 1
As the first light of dawn streaked the morning sky, Melinda tossed fitfully in her bed. She could hear her mother and the man she brought home with her the night before carrying on. The thin walls that separated the bedrooms couldn't muffle the tell-tale sounds of bodies threshing in the throes of sexual ecstasy.
Even though Melinda was only fifteen, she was a well-developed girl with intense sexual feeling. Hearing these erotic sounds made her reach down and feel of her moist mound. She diddled herself, all the time imagining that a man was thrusting inside her. She achieved her own climax, and then her body relaxed and she rested until she heard the steps of the milkman coming down the hall.
She got out of bed in her nightie and went to the door.
Opening the door and reaching for the milk, the milkman had a chance to eye her supple, young body beneath the sheer negligee.
"My, but you're growing up, Melinda," the milkman smiled.
"I drink my milk, Mr. Crawford," Melinda replied softly.
"You sure do," he nodded, licking his lips appreciatively. As Melinda walked back into her apartment, she wished she could have seduced the milkman. Her intense sexual desire hadn't been satisfied with her early morning masturbation. She found her mother's purse and took out a cigarette.
Melinda took a few appreciative puffs on the cigarette and quickly snuffed it out so that her mother could not detect the smell of smoke and punish her for smoking. Going to the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of milk and ate a sweet roll. Then, she glanced at the clock and hurried off to the bathroom where she took a long shower. As she dried off, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
Turning from side to side, she gave herself an approving glance and then an idea hit her. If she wore no bra or panties, she might turn-on her teacher, Mr. Kent. Her grades in his class were so low she was afraid of failing. The idea of seducing him excited her imagination. After all, Mr. Kent is a single man and he's young and virile. He has to get his rocks off somewhere, she reasoned-why not with me?
She slipped into a green cashmere sweater and put on her white leather mini. If this combination, combined with a good view of her pussy didn't excite him, nothing could.
As she brushed her hair, she began humming to herself. A small smile played about her lips and a new determination seized her as she walked out of her bedroom. She almost walked out the door and then she remembered she needed some money. Going over to her mother's purse, she slipped out a dollar. Then her Mother's voice startled her.
"Melinda-are you in my purse?" she called out angrily.
"No, Mother-I'm rushing to school-I'll be late."
"Alright, honey-be a good girl," she called after her.
"Yes, Mom ... real good," Melinda called back, as she shut the door to her apartment, and rushed down the hall.
She made a mad dash for the bus which was just about to pull away from the curb. The bus-driver saw her running and waited.
"Thanks-thanks," she said breathelessly, as she boarded the bus. All the way to school she was oblivious to anything but the one thought she had in mind. The seduction of her teacher would be a personal victory of great proportions. Not only could he satisfy her craving for sex, he could give her a good grade which would keep her mother off her back. These thoughts and others like them occupied her mind so completely, she almost forgot to get off at the school until the girl sitting beside her nudged her, "Hey, you're getting off here, aren't you?" the girl asked.
"Yes-yea', I am," she laughed nervously, feeling a little embarrassed to think her obsession to make her teacher had caused her to forget everything-including getting off the bus as it pulled up to the school.
The usual throngs of students were milling about in front of the school, hoping the bell would delay its insistent ringing for a few more moments. But, not Melinda. She could hardly wait for it to ring, so she could proceed with her plan.
At last it did ring, and the schoolday had begun. But she had to wait until the last class of the day to seduce Mr. Kent and the suspense was killing.
During lunch, her girlfriend Kathy observed her pre-occupation. "What's bugging you?" she asked her bluntly.
"Nothing-nothing at all," she answered calmly.
But when the last class of the day came, Melinda was able to try her tricks at last. She went to the classroom early and deliberately picked a seat that would be even with the teacher's glance. Knowing she didn't have any panties on, and angling for his eye, she decided she would have to imagine they were having intercourse. This might add to the bait, she concluded.
In a few moments, the classroom filled up and the teacher walked in carrying his brief case. Putting his things on the desk, he sat down and thumbed through some papers. After the shrill sound of the bell had silenced, he began speaking. He hadn't uttered but a few words, when his eyes fell on Melinda, who was sitting in her chair, her legs spread wide apart. Her mini-skirt was well up over her thigh. He put on his glasses and turned away from her.
"Class," he began, "we will continue our discussion of ancient history where we left off last week." Then, his eyes returned to Melinda. Aided by the glasses he could see that he hadn't been mistaken about what he'd seen without them. Sure enough, the dark thatch of pubic hair was exposed to view. It stood out against the white of her thighs. He cleared his throat, wiping the perspiration from his forehead with his handerchief. He tried to go on with the lecture, but thirty faces were staring at him, all curious to know what was upsetting him so. Melinda allowed a small smile to come to the corners of her mouth, observing with delight his obvious response.
With his tongue clacking against the dry roof of his mouth, he managed to go on, " ... the Egyptian pyramids remain a marvel to man. The perfect workmanship displayed by the craftsman has never been equalled...."
Again, he stopped, mesmerized by the spectacle in front of him, as Melinda slumped further down in her seat, spreading her legs still wider. By clenching and unclenching her muscles in her upper thighs, she let the wisps of pubic hair move aside to display a pair of pink lips, beginning to bead with moisture. The teacher turned away. "
"The Egyptians thought that after death everyone had to take a journey down the River Styx. It was for this purpose the pyramids were built. They would need things for this river journey, so they included boats, and all sorts of possessions, including their wives-"
"You mean they all got sealed up in there alive?" Melinda asked innocently.
"Yes," Mr. Kent replied nervously evading looking her direction. "Is there any other question?"
"Yes," Melinda went on, "Did any of the wives ever escape?"
"No," the teacher answered, glancing her direction. Melinda moved again, allowing him a better view of her body. She was very wet now, and love juice was forming along the slit of her sex. Staring directly at the teacher, her eyes open wide, clouding with lust.
The teacher swallowed hard, removing his glasses, hoping to remove some of the temptation along with them. His penis had swelled to massive proportions and he found himself pressing against the hard wood of his desk. He was afraid he was going to climax before the class, and the embarrassment at the thought of such a thing made his face redden.
"Class," he continued, "We must remember the thrust of Egyptian society was total concern for life after death. And in this concern, they lost sight of much of life-"
Melinda was exultant with triumph. Her little plot was paying off, but the teacher was fumbling for words.
"It as-I mean it is as if the Egyptians had built a series of tombs as their most signifigant monuments...." Suddenly, the teacher couldn't go on. If he couldn't control himself better when a young girl was putting the make on him in his classroom, he'd lose his job for sure. What if his colleagues could see him now? His penis, hard and pushing against the wooden desk, his eyes riveted on a girl who wore no panties, hypnotized because she was exposing her private parts to his view.
He heard the rustle of bodies moving in the classroom as the students recognized-something was definitely wrong, but they couldn't figure out what it was. Her triangle was still completely exposed to his view and his eyes were boring into Melinda's eyes. When she brought her hands up under her breasts, pushing them up and down, he could detect the nipples pushing through the light seater, telling him she was wearing no bra.
With her breasts bobbing up and down, the moisture on her thighs, and her tongue sliding across her lips, he was lost.
"Teacher," one student called out, "you were discussing the tombs of Egypt-what happened?"
"Yes, are you alright?" another student demanded.
"Of course I'm all right!" he boomed, "I-I've got a splitting headache. I think I should dismiss the class to do research on Egypt in the library
"When?" one eager boy asked immediately.
"Now-" he replied shakily.
The students poured out of the classroom and down the hall noisily. Rushing to the hall, he quieted them, "You can go on one condition-that you're quiet and don't disturb other classes." The noisy students quieted.
Stepping back into the classrom, he noticed Melinda was still sitting at her desk. He tried to ignore her and began correcting papers. After a long moment, she walked over to his desk, and said softly, "What's wrong, teacher?"
"I've got a horrible headache," he replied, not looking up from the papers he was going over.
"That's not true, teacher," she said huskily. She moved closer, letting her leg press against his. She whispered, glancing down at his crotch, "you've got a hard-on!"
Speechless, the teacher looked up at her, "Get out of here ... get out," he exclaimed angrily.
"Relax," she smiled, turning away and waling to the door. But when she got there, she turned back.
Without saying another workd, she went over to where he was, reached down, and stroked his rock-hard penis through his pants.
Instinctively, the teacher reached up and felt her braless breasts through the thin material of the sweater. Melinda looked down at him in triumph, her hand suddenly pressing harder on his penis.
An intrusive sound in the hall brought the teacher back to his senses.
Dropping his hand, he exclaimed, "Get out of here!" But, Melinda smiled, continuing to massage his penis through his pants.
"Didn't you hear me?" he exploded, "What'll happen if somebody opens that door? "
"What'll happen to you?" she smiled, "you put the make on me...."
"I did not," Mr. Kent gasped, "You came into my classroom to tease me. You purposely sat where I could see your vagina when you spread your legs-you-"
Still massaging his penis, and reaching down to feel for his balls with her other hand, Melinda mused, "Tell that story to the Principal after I tell him you tried to finger me-"
"What do you want?"
"To see you after school...."
"Why?"
"I want to talk about my grade," Melinda smiled.
"We can do that here-"
"No, we can't. Why don't I meet you after school at your car-I know where you park ... it's a white convertible with license plates number MNT-785."
"How do you know all that?" the teacher asked nervously.
"I like you," Melinda smiled, moving her hand from his penis. "And after school we'll meet at your car, okay?"
"I guess it'll have to be," he said softly.
Then, Melinda moved away from him. She'd gotten him right where she wanted him and nothing was going to stop her now. Without looking back, she walked out the door, leaving the teacher behind in a daze.
Mr. Kent got up, walked over to the blackboard and began erasing it. But, his huge male member kept bothering him. It wouldn't go down. It upset him the more because he wanted to have wild sex with his student, yet he knew the dire consequences if he did.
Somehow the thought of actually having Melinda alone in his own bedroom became more important than anything to him. He knew what he'd do with her. How well he knew. They could take a shower together at his apartment. Then they could go to bed and he could suck on her breasts, licking down to her navel and finally letting his tongue slide along the appealing vagina. He could almost feel her hands on his head, pushing him down, down, down to her beautiful slit. All these thoughts tugged at him until the shrill sound of the bell informed him the school day was over.
There was something about the sharp sound of the bell that jarred him out of his sexual reverie. Now, he knew he had to avoid anyone seeing him as he went to his car.
He was grateful he'd parked such a distance from the school for it would help him avoid detection. As he picked up the papers on his desk, he glanced down at his huge penis bulging in his pants. All at once Cindy Finch walked in the classroom. Instantly, he thought her eyes focused on his penis which was betraying him. He covered it with his briefacase, as Cindy smiled, "What happened to you last, period, teach? You over your headache?"
"No," Mr. Kent said quickly, "and now, if you don't mind I'm going to lock up the room."
Cindy moved away, but it was obvious she didn't like the idea of being disposed of so quickly.
"Well, you don't need to be rude-"
"I didn't know I was," the teacher snapped indignantly.
"Excuse me," Cindy nodded sarcastically as she went down the noisy hall, and Mr. Kent locked his classroom door. He was almost down to the end of the hall when the Principal called out to him. "I want to see you in my office," he said tersely.
"Can it wait until tomorrow?"
"No," the Principal informed him.
As the teacher hurried down the steps, he wondered if some student had seen him with Melinda. The exciting moment when her hand was on his hardened penis, and he was feeling of her breasts might have made him oblivious to an earthquake. It was this that made him worry as he walked into the Principal's office to wait. But he couldn't sit still. The thought of Melinda waiting, impatiently no doubt, beside his car made him quiver.
At last the Principal stepped in the office.
"I want to talk to you about something," he began, picking up a couple report blanks on his desk.
"Why, yes...."the teacher responded with a trace of nervousness in the timbre of his voice.
"It's about that last class...."
"Yes," the teacher nodded, as he moved to the edge of his seat.
"Relax-" the Principal insisted, but it was next to impossible for the fidgety teacher to relax as visions of Melinda's hand on his penis, and his hands fondling her breasts flashed into his mind.
"Yes," he gulped.
"It seems you dismissed your last class and sqnt them to the Library without advance arrangements. Miss Peabody, our librarian was quite upset because she already had a couple classes using our limited library facilities. So, she called for me and I went up to the library. I could see it was really an impossible situation. There weren't enough chairs at the library tables for all the students to sit down."
"Was that what you wanted to see me about?"
"Why, yes-what did you think I wanted to see you about?" the Principal asked slyly.
"Nothing," the teacher replied, shaking his head, and laughing without humor. "Can I go now?"
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I'm not in a hurry-"
"I'd say you were," the Principal insisted, studying his reactions closely at this point.
"No, no ... I just want to understand what I'm doing wrong, and I'll cooperate completely-anything you say."
"Well, I like your attitude," the Principal smiled. "I guess that's all and you won't let it happen again."
"No-no," the teacher shook his head abruptly, "I'll always check in advance. Thank you ... thank you."
"Take care-" the Principal said, as he watched Mr. Kent get up quickly and leave. A sudden flash went through the Principal's mind that he ought to follow him and see if he was going to be able to drive home safely. He looked so worried, upset and nervouse he thought perhaps the pressures of his profession had gotten to him.