Chapter 6
When Stevie heard David whistling in the bathroom that morning while he showered and shaved, a feeling of helplessness clawed at the cavity of the boy's belly. His father wasn't given to outward emotional displays, regardless of his inner feelings be they good or bad, and to his knowledge he had never heard the man whistle, except when he was trying to fix some broken mechanical thing ... It meant only one answer! His Dad was supremely happy over something, and the dreaded thought of what that something was, sliced through Stevie like the keen-edged blade of a knife! Mrs. Lindsey
... that goddamned woman had agreed to marry him...!
It wasn't long before he learned how accurate his guess had been. Generally, they grabbed a quick breakfast at home, but that morning his father took him downtown to a restaurant for pancakes and sausage, Stevie's favorite. Halfway through the meal, when his taste buds were blotting out all else, his Dad had said:
"Your going to have a new mother, Stevie! It's all settled. Barbara has agreed to marry me! So ... can I count on you to accept her as my wife ... your new mother?"
It seemed almost as if the food had turned rancid in Stevie's mouth, or that suddenly he was bloated full, because he couldn't have eaten another bite if his life had depended on it. He gaped at his grinning father across the table, all of the things he wanted to blurt at him stifled by the mouthful of food near-choking him ... and by the time he had swallowed it away, and his father had talked on, unleashing more of his exuberance, Stevie feared that he might vomit.
David was quite conscious of the effect his final announcement was having on his son, but he had no intention of trying to soften the blow or coddle the boy. In his estimation, Stevie was being totally selfish and unrealistic about it, and to indulge him, David felt, would be the equivalent of admitting to irreverence of Janet's memory, which couldn't be further from the truth.
Their coming marriage was a fact now; only the date had to be set, and there wasn't a happier man in the world! Now, it was up to his son to see and understand this, and above all, to accept it as inevitable.
In his normal manner, David carried on light conversation as he drove them to school, not dwelling on the marriage issue but covering the usual things such as the sport scene and the like that they always bantered back and forth. It was, in fact, a one-sided conversation, with little more than grunts emitting from the boy's handsome, tight-lipped face, but David absolutely refused to acknowledge his obvious embitterness. Might as well get it settled in his young mind once and for all ... he was going to have a beautiful new mother ... and he, himself, was going to have a magnificent new wife...! Damn, he couldn't rid his mind for more than a moment at a time of how lustfully breathtaking her lovemaking the night before had been!
It wasn't going to happen! ... Stevie kept repeating within to himself long after he'd left his father in the school parking lot and walked dazedly along in a numbed rage, either avoiding or ignoring his buddies as his brain functioned insidiously. A half-dozen times he had nearly spat out everything he knew about her to his dad, but somehow, he'd kept hold of himself, realizing that he never would have been believed, and in the end he probably would only have brought on his unwitting parent's indignation. No ... there was only one way to handle it now ... He would resort to his plan! The realization that he had no choice but to entrap her, just as she had done to a score of the guys, caused a galvanic sensation of apprehension mixed with stimulating and racy excitement to charge through him.
Man, was he capable of it...? Would he turn chicken when the time came...? Supposing she didn't come on like she had with Orvie, Milo and Rocky...? What then...?
Crap, she had to! It was the only way he could figure to stop her ... and he had to do that for his dead Mom's sake...!
It had been a long time since Barbara had looked upon a beautiful new day with a feeling of absolute normalcy permeating her whole being! She was in love again! Truly in love, and God, with such a wonderful man ... and dynamic lover!
There was no question in her mind now but what, with the strength of David's love, she could renew her sacred pledge and keep it! She would never again seduce, or attempt to seduce another boy ... or man, though the latter never had been her problem, had it? But it was over and done ... behind her; a new and magnificent world of enchantment had been opened to her, while the ugly-headed monster that had been her curse had fallen before the mighty lance of her St. George...!
Barbara smiled as she busied herself industriously around her small, school-office ... smiled in blushing excitement at the allegory she had just drawn. It was a mighty lance that her gallant, jovial St. George possessed, wasn't it? A tiny shiver of delight rippled upward along her spine. God, she had hardly been able to get to sleep the night before with the ravishing memorable feel of it buried so deeply in her needing loins. And to think of it right at that moment was enough to set her off in a sensuous tizzy. Again, a slight tremor of arousal danced up the smooth flesh of her back and she felt the moisture dampening her panties between her warm thighs.
Lord, this was no time for carnal meditation, she admonished herself happily, pleased that the mere thought of her lover and future husband could do such rapturous things to her. Oh, they were going to be so happy ... and she would make Stevie a good and proper mother. She would! She felt certain of it now ... now that her darling St. George had rescued her....
The tapping on her door interrupted her buoyant absorption.
"Come in," she said pleasantly, seating herself behind her desk, an unexpected flustering in her belly making its immediate presence known when she recognized Milo Wilson. Forcefully, she straightened, offering him a reserved smile. "What-what is it, Milo?"
The boy returned her smile with a hesitant one of his own. "My ankle, Mrs....Bar ... Mrs. Lindsey," he stammered, as if debating his right to use her first name the way she had instructed him only two nights before.
Barbara caught it, of course, the lurid stupidity of her weakest moments flashing little bulbs of self-anger in her brain. Her smile faded and she stood....Must keep complete control of this situation! Nothing has ever happened! Nothing...!
"Did you twist it again?" she questioned, moving around the desk.
"Yeah, I did ... this morning on the way to school," he said. "I stepped on a little stone...."
"Well, let's have a look at it," Barbara said, pleased with the professional manner she had quickly been able to assume. "Come over here and sit down." She pushed the chair forward, watching him hobble toward it, actually gratified to see that it was quite swollen once more. At least, he hadn't pretended just to find a reason to come see her. And God knows, they had too often done that the morning after, or as soon as they mustered the courage, hoping to arrange another little orgy, which many times they had....But not this day! "Here, let me see," Barbara said confidently, dropping to her haunches to remove his shoe and sock.
Milo stared down at her with excited, if pain-filled eyes, the sight of her tiny uniform-skirt drawing up high on her white, nylon-covered thighs that she was holding demurely together making his cock jerk inside his pants, the same thighs she had spread wide apart so that he could see her cunt! Crap, was it true? Had it happened...?
"You've really wrenched it this time, young man," she was saying as she examined the swollen, purplish area with her delicate fingers, while mean jolts of pain shot up his leg all the way to his brain. "Well ... I may have to send you home to your father for this. He'll want to take an X-ray, Milo, but in the meantime, we'll pack it in ice and see if we can get some of the swelling down...."
She went on to say more, but he hardly listened. He realized that he'd been a nut to twist his ankle on purpose like he had, but frig, he had to have a reason for coming to her office....He hadn't slept for two nights just thinking about her and the way she'd fucked and sucked him! His cock was sore and his groin ached continuously, he'd jerked off so many times since. Anyway, he had to tell her what Orvie intended to do! Crap, he loved her too much to let anything like that happen...!"Roll up your pant leg, Milo, and put your foot and ankle down in this tub of ice-water," Barbara ordered, setting the heavy container before him with a puffing little grunt, then smiling up at him. "That was heavy, dear."
Dear! She'd called him dear! Crap, it'd been worth it all right! He'd break his leg right off to get next to her again! He said:
"Maybe I better take 'em off ... my pants, I mean....It'll be easier, won't it...?"
Barbara read the look in his excited eyes, its presence firing an unwanted fermentation through her loins and belly to add fuel upon the licking flames that thoughts of David had already rekindled there. She swallowed to rid the dryness from her rapidly parching throat. The first test! ... she reasoned confusedly, her mind uncontrollably filling with lecherous mental visions of his handsome young body ... and cock!
"No! No, Milo...!" she said sharply. "That won't be necessary. Just roll up your pant-leg...!"
"Y-yes ma'am! Yes ma'am!"
At ten-thirty, David went to Barbara's office and insisted she join him for a coffee-break in the lounge.
"Oh, darl ... David, I have a young patient with a sprained ankle," Barbara replied, elated by just the sight of him.
"Milo...?" David said, entering the room and squatting before the boy. "Hey ... this is nasty...."
"Yes, I think his father will probably want to take X-rays," Barbara said. "I want to get some of the swelling down first"
"It doesn't look broken," David said, looking close. "I have a feeling for these things, Milo....I played so much basketball and football."
"Yes sir," Milo replied, watching the looks that passed between them with growing bitterness. Goddamn her! She was doing it with him too! She was doing it with everybody! He swallowed at the basketball-sized lump growing in his throat....
"Listen, I want to take your nurse for coffee, okay?" David said, springing to his feet.
"What...! Oh sure ... sure...."
"You'll be okay for twenty minutes, eh?" David grinned gauntly.
"Heck yes ... of course I will, Mr. Hamilton. You sonofabitch!
Milo felt like bawling when they walked out the door together. His ankle pained severely, and he'd done it all for her, gritting his teeth and just turning it over on purpose! Now, they were talking about X-rays and his old man! Shit! The bitch! The dirty bitch! She was a two-timer, all right! He hadn't ought to tell her one thing about Orvie's plans ... and he wouldn't unless she started to act the way she had the other night! He wouldn't! Maybe, Orvie and Rocky were right about her! She just wanted to suck boy-cocks and get the poor guys in the bag to her! Goddamn her! He'd show her! He would! She couldn't do that to him...!
"Are you happy, Angel?" David whispered as only he could, Barbara thought. She thought further of the passionate delights that had swept her up in a wave of unequaled beauty in her lifetime, giving all due respect to Carl, yet, knowing this lanky, wonderful man in his tattered tweeds offered any girl everything she ever dreamed of!
She reached over the table and took his hands. "I'm happy, David! You made me happy last night!"
"Damn! You were breathtaking!" he gasped.
"Easy, darling, teachers are watching...."
"Who cares? You're going to be my wife ... and dammit, let's not make that too far off!"
Barbara laughed. It was really a subterfuge and she knew it. Her mind was immersed in its evil, too-long, steeped perversions! She could not help but think of Milo sitting placidly waiting back in her office, or of the licentious acts she had committed with him. She thought of him wanting to take his trousers off, then felt the moisture between her legs against her panties again. David smiled, and perhaps that was all she needed! It wasn't going to happen ... ever, ever again!
"God ... why can't we go someplace right now!" she hissed, clutching at his big hands. "I want to make love to you!"
Barbara saw his cheeks flush and was surprised. He caught her hands inside of his. "Tonight ... after the faculty meeting," he said. "I'll come to your place...."
"No! No, not tonight!" she replied, having no reason for saying it, except that he had seemingly shied on her for a moment.
"Why not?"
"I have other plans...." she lied. "Maybe, tomorrow night."
"Wow! Okay. Does that mean you're angry?"
"Of course not," Barbara answered, smiling. "How could I get angry with you, darling?"
"I hope you can't! We need you ... Stevie and I...."
Stevie! God, at that very moment she could eat him alive with his blond hair and handsome face! Oh God! Where was St. George but sitting right across from her! Courage, Barbara, courage! You've whipped it! All that's left is in the proving! She said:
"I have to get back, darling. Milo is sitting there, remember?"
"Poor lad," David grinned. "Okay, I understand. But first, where do you want to honeymoon?"
"Oh God! I don't know! Surprise me, David!"
"All right, I will. I'll surprise you happily a thousand times, little girl!"
She stared at him for a long moment. "Yes," she answered finally. "I know you will ... you will!"
By mid-morning, Stevie had worked himself into such a virulent, if fear-filled state of rancor toward the school nurse, Barbara Lindsey, that he felt he could no longer bear it. Above all was his self-distrust in the carrying out of his scheme when that licentious moment finally came ... he would go jellyfish ... as sure as crap, he would...! He didn't have the guts! He didn't even have the poop to shove it in old Lottie, and every guy in the school had done that...!
It was during Phy-Ed that he realized he couldn't stand it any longer ... he had to talk to her ... beg her not to marry his Dad...! And at least, that would be making one last attempt before he resorted to the other, he satisfied himself after he had told Coach Willows that he'd pulled a hip muscle playing basketball and wanted to go up to the nurse.
Hesitantly, he stood before her closed door for a full minute screwing up enough courage to knock; then, heard her say: "Come in," in that sultry voice of hers.
"Stevie...!" she exclaimed in surprise, her lovely face brightening in a radiant smile. "Now what can I do for you?"
Stevie hardly knew what he expected, but for some reason her warm attitude took him aback. The shock though was seeing Milo sitting there with his naked foot in a pan of water.
"Hi," the dark-haired boy grunted, as if he weren't too happy at his friend's arrival. Then, with a half-grin: "I sprained it again, and man, does it hurt."
"It's a nasty wrench," Barbara informed, glancing down at it; then, looking back at Stevie: "Is there something wrong, Stevie?"
"What...? Oh, no ... that is, I can see that you're busy," the blond boy stammered, backing toward the door. "I-I just pulled a hip muscle was all ... but it'll be okay...!"
"No, I'm not busy, Stevie. Milo's just sitting there trying to get rid of some swelling. There's nothing more I can do for him," Barbara informed seriously. "You come into the other room and let me see what...."
"No ... it'll be okay," Stevie insisted, backing out the doorway while Milo sat grinning at him. "It'll be fine ... no kidding!"
"Wait, Stevie...!" Barbara tried, moving around her desk toward him, but like that, he was gone, and by the time she reached the doorway and looked down the corridor she could see him running, until he disappeared. In bewilderment, she drew back inside and slowly closed the door, unable to fathom his confusing actions. Then, she saw the grin on Milo's young face. "What strikes you as being so funny, Master Wilson?"
Milo snickered. "Him ... Stevie....Like he didn't expect to find me here, Mrs. Lindsey ... know what I mean? I think he had plans."
"Plans?" Barbara repeated, not certain that she at all liked the expression on her young patient's face, nor the obvious meaning of his remark. Yet, she couldn't help the little sensation of excitement it set off inside her either, but she had no intentions of letting this boy know that. "I don't believe I quite grasp your meaning, Milo."
"Awww ... come on, Mrs.-Barbara," Milo said, a feeling of what-did-he-have-to-lose courage starching his backbone. When it all boiled down, he had her as much over a barrel as she had him! Besides, how could she ever prove that he'd had that joint in his pocket, and even if he couldn't make anyone believe what she'd done to him, just the stink it would make in Santa Lenora would finish her! Though, that wasn't what he wanted; to do it all over again, that was what he wanted...!" ... Remember...? You said you'd be my girl friend ... and that we'd do more things like we did...!"
"Stop that talk, Milo! Stop this instant!" Barbara snapped in a hissing voice. "And don't ever call me Barbara again! My name is Mrs. Lindsey...!"
"But you said...."
"I never said anything, young man! I don't even know what you're talking about! But I am certain that I don't like what I just heard!" she spat at him, steeling herself, determined to overwhelm him by sheer adult brass. "And if I were you, Master Wilson, I wouldn't forget that the penalty for possessing marijuana could quickly land you in juvenile hall ... and my word would be all that was necessary!"
Milo sensed the sudden spurt of courage he had enjoyed draining from him. She seemed so friggin' confident! Maybe, she knew something he didn't; maybe, they'd just laugh at him if he told the truth! That's the way adults were ... like a great big pack of wolves doing whatever they wanted, and protecting each other, while at the same time they told their kids all the "rights" and "wrongs!" He stared at her as she turned away ... stared at the way her mini-uniform conformed to the rounded moons of her buttocks ... the same ass-cheeks he had seen naked ... like her legs and tits and cunt! She was all finished with him! He'd tortured his ankle for nothing! Crap, he could bawl!
He watched her sit down at her desk, back to him, and begin to fumble with papers. Goddamn her! All right! He'd do what Orvie wanted him to do! He would ... and she deserved it! He'd teach her to lie to him! She wasn't his girl friend at all...!
Barbara stared at her log-book, finally beginning to write in a fine hand as the events of the last few minutes raced through her mind. Above all, was the fact that she was confidently aware of her ability to suppress the lecherous agitations Milo's presence had raised in her. God, she could have done whatever she wanted to him! He'd expected her to! And the dampness against her panties was still a profound reminder of her salacious drive ... but she had truly beaten it! This time, she would keep her vow ... could keep it, because she had David!
God, she was proud!