Chapter 1
Sinking into the chair, Robin once again read the note. And once again a warm flush came over her face. Her eyes went over the words slowly: I like the way you sit at your desk. I can see your legs and sometimes your panties. I get a big hard-on then. It would be great if I could see your cunt. Maybe I would come in my pants.
The note was not signed. Robin had no idea who had written it. She had found it on her desk that morning before her class began, sealed inside an envelope. It had given her trouble all day, and she had difficulty keeping her mind on her classes.
Robin had been told while in teachers' college that students would become infatuated with her, but she had not been prepared for anything like this.
She felt embarrassed after she had first read it that morning, but she had been completely horrified by her body's responses. Her cunt had become very wet, throbbing, and it had remained that way throughout the day. Robin had always been a sexual person, and she had never denied this aspect of her personality. But to have a high school student write her a note such as this had shaken her.
Robin was twenty-six, of average height. She weighed one-hundred and eighteen pounds stripped. Her body was slender but with flawlessly shaped tits that were firm and slightly pointed. Her nipples were long and extremely sensitive, and while at home she never wore a bra. Her waist was small, her hips sweetly rounded. Her firm asscheeks swelled out in twin delights of inviting flesh. Her legs were long and slim, creamy smooth in texture. During the summers, wearing a skimpy bikini, Robin usually created a sensation around any pool or at the beach.
Robin was very much aware of her looks, but she was not vain. She enjoyed the attention of men, and would often tease them in her shy, subtle way.
Not that she was an easy piece; she was not. She was selective in her sexual partners, allowing only certain men to get into her steamy tight cunt. But she thought of sex constantly. She took pleasure in it and was often uninhibited with a man in her bed. However, Robin was still inexperienced in certain sexual matters.
Again she read the note, and found her cunt tingling with desire. A shy smile curved her full, moist lips as she considered which boy might have written the note. In her mind she saw each of her students' faces, but none of them seemed to fit someone who would write such a thing. In a way it made her feel good to know one of her students had a sexual interest in her.
She started to get up when the phone next to the chair rang. Picking it up, she said, "Hello?" "Miss Stone?" "Yes?"
There was a pause on the line, but she could hear the caller breathing, as if his mouth was very close to the transmitter. "Who is this, please?" she asked.
"You're beautiful, Miss Stone." "Thank you."
Again the pause. Then: "Did you get my note this morning, Miss Stone?"
Robin's heart skipped and her breath caught in her throat. "I . . . who ..."
"You got it," said the voice. "Did it make your cunt wet, Miss Stone?"
Robin gasped. "Who is this?" she demanded.
"I bet you have a pretty pussy, Miss Stone," the voice went on. "All that dark hair, nice and curly. I bet your cunt would love to have a hard cock in it, right? I've got a big hard-on right now and I would love to stick it up your cunt and fuck you, Miss Stone."
"Listen, whoever you are," Robin said, becoming angry, "I want this stopped immediately! Do you hear me? I will not tolerate such things!"
"Shut up, Miss Stone," the voice growled, obviously disguised. "Don't bullshit me! Someone with a body like yours has to be a hot piece of ass!"
"I . . . I'll hang up!"
"I'll just call you back."
Robin began to tremble. She was not afraid, but mad. If this was some student playing tricks, she would find out who it was and give him more trouble than he wanted.
"Listen to me, you little cocksucker!" she hissed into the phone. "You just stop this crap before I get pissed off! You're a little degenerate and when I tell your parents about this, they'll ..."
"Is that any way for a teacher to talk?" the voice broke in on her. "Cocksucker . . . pissed off! You don't teach that in class, Miss Stone."
"Damn you!" she shouted.
"I have this hard-on, Miss Stone," the low voice continued, "and I've got it in my hand right now. I'm jacking my cock, Miss Stone. It's so hard and feels so hot! Wouldn't you just love to have it going up your hairy, hot cunt, fucking you? I bet your pussy is boiling right now, Miss Stone. I bet you'd love a good fuck, wouldn't you?"
"I'm going to hang up," Robin said, but her voice did not carry any force behind it. "Do you hear me? I said I am going to hang up!" "Do it, Miss Stone. I'll keep calling back." Robin pulled the phone from her ear, but she did not hang it up. Her hand trembled, then she had it at her ear once again. There was a low, excited laugh at the other end.
"I thought so," the voice said. "You kinda like this, don't you? You like hearing about my cock, Miss Stone. You'd really like to have it inside your wet, hot cunt, fucking you."
Robin shivered, admitting to herself it was exciting to have this unknown person calling her this way, exciting her.
"I'm jacking my hard cock, Miss Stone," the voice said. "I can feel it throbbing, and I'm gonna jack off and come inside this booth while I talk to you. I bet your cunt is nice and wet now, isn't it? Why don't you touch it, Miss Stone? Why don't you play with your pussy while we talk? I'd really like to feel your cunt . . . feel your pussy hair . . . those nice cunt lips . . . your legs ..." As the voice went on, burning her ear, Robin found her hand sliding underneath her dress, caressing up the inside of her thigh, fingering the edges of her panties. Her nipples had become painfully swollen, and she was breathing hotly. Her fingers traced about the puffy mound of her cunt, feeling the moisture seeping through her thin panties. She spread her thighs, cupping her cunt and squeezing it. A soft mewl of pleasure bubbled from her throat.
"You like it," the voice chuckled thickly. "I bet you're touching your cunt now, aren't you, Miss Stone? Do you have your panties on? I bet you have nice, sexy panties. I'd love to suck on your tits . . . lick them. I'd love to feel your tight ass in my hands while I shove my cock up that tight, hairy, wet cunt."
Robin slipped her hand into her panties, running her fingers through the long, thick curls. She brushed at her distended clitoris and could not suppress the low mewl of delight. The voice kept up its chatter, explaining what the caller would like to do to her. Excitement rumbled through her body and mind, and she slipped a finger into her cunt, working it in and out, fingerfucking herself.
"Would you like to hold my cock, Miss Stone? It would feel so good, your hot hand on my cock, jacking it off for me. Your hot hand would make me come a lot, you know that? I bet you can make a guy really squirt a lot of come juice."
Suddenly, unexpectedly, the voice gave a grunt, and she heard loud, heavy breathing. "Ohhh, I'm coming!" the voice said in a thick tone. "I'm coming, Miss Stone! I'm coming all over this fucking telephone booth!"
The line went dead and she hung up. Her hand was still inside her panties, and she quickly jerked it out. She felt a sudden sense of shame. Allowing a telephone call to excite her! Robin felt disgusted with herself, and she went to the bathroom for a shower. By the time she finished, it was late. She did not brush her chestnut-colored hair for as long as she usually did. She ran her brush through the wavy hair a few times and then crawled into her bed. She went to sleep with words floating in her mind, her hand between her thighs, cupping her cunt.
The next morning, Robin paid particular attention to her appearance. She knew why she was doing it, and it bothered her a little. She was deliberately making herself as attractive as she could, which did not require very much effort. She pulled on a pleated skirt of emerald green. Thigh-high nylons with a garter belt set off her thighs, and under the garter belt she wore a pair of pale green, very sheer bikini panties. A pastel green blouse over her arching, bra-encased tits completed her dressing. A light coat of lipstick was the only makeup she needed. Her flesh was creamy and without blemish, and her unusually light blue eyes sparkled with the heat that bubbled inside her sensuous body.
As she entered her classroom, she went to her desk immediately, and just as she suspected, found another note on it. With trembling fingers, she ripped the envelope open and pulled out the sheet of paper. "Good morning, Miss Stone," the note began. "How did you sleep? Did you miss a hard cock up your cunt last night? Did my call make you nice and hot? Why don't you show me what you have on under your dress today? All you have to do is spread your knees just a little and I can see right up those smooth legs."
She stuffed the note into her purse, then moved to the rear of the classroom. She stared at her desk, and realized almost half of the students would be able to peek under her dress as she sat at the open-fronted desk. She would not be able to determine who the writer was. It could be any number of boys.
Did she really want to know who it was? Robin wasn't sure. Would she really report it? Again, she wasn't sure. Going to her desk, she sat down to wait for her first class of the day. She kept her knees primly together. As the students came in, she searched the young, fresh teenage faces, but found nothing. When she had to sit at her desk, she made an effort to keep her knees together, but searched the faces to see if any one boy paid particular attention to her.
None did.
As the day progressed, and the students changed from hour to hour, Robin found herself becoming frustrated in her desire to find out who the boy was. She became determined to find him, but she didn't know what she would do when she did.
By the time her next-to-last class of the day came in, she was burning with curiosity. Once the class had been settled down, she looked at the heads. The students were bent over their notebooks, taking a ten minute quiz. Robin sat at her desk, and with a slight feeling of embarrassment, opened her knees about ten inches.
Not a head looked up at her.
Robin kept her knees apart, hardly breathing, knowing any of the students could see her panty crotch if they peeked. When the period ended, she felt almost disappointed that she had not discovered the boy.
Her last class of the day entered, chattering and laughing. Robin searched those faces, too, and again found no one particularly interested in her. As the students bent over their test papers, Robin once again spread her knees. She lowered her head and looked over the students from lowered eyes. She kept her legs apart all during the test, and did not catch anyone, boy or girl, peeking at her.
Robin felt confused about her feelings after she arrived at her apartment. She paced about, wondering why she was doing this, going out of her way to expose herself to some horny teenage boy.
She loved to tease, of course, but one of her students? That would be a dangerous course for her. She had only been out of college a few years herself, and she was at the most only ten years older than her students.
She prepared herself a light dinner, and just as she finished it, the phone rang.
"Hello?" she said, hesitantly.
"Hi, Miss Stone," the voice replied. "I saw you today."
"You ..." she gasped. "How? I mean, I didn't see anyone ..."
The boy laughed lewdly. "So you did it on purpose, did you? I thought so."
"Did what on purpose?" Robin asked, knowing very well what it was.
"Opened your legs for me. I knew you'd do that if I asked you. I love your smooth thighs, Miss Stone. I'd love to kiss and lick them."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she retorted, shivering slightly.
"The fuck you don't!" came the voice. "You had on nylons with a garter belt and your panties were pale green. Don't bullshit me, Miss Stone. I saw your panties and you know it."
"But I didn't see any ... "
"Of course you didn't," the boy laughed. "I'm not crazy enough to let you know who I am. Not yet, anyway. I'll let you know in time, don't worry. I want some of your sweet pussy kinda bad, you know."
"Kiss my ass, you bastard!" she shouted. "Love to, Miss Stone, love to. Just tell me when and where."
"Fuck you!" Robin shouted and slammed the phone down.
Within moments it rang again. She let it ring, and finally it stopped. She was nervous the rest of the evening, waiting for the boy to call her back. But he did not, that is, until she had gone to bed. She had been in bed only a few minutes when it sounded next to her. Robin let it ring for a long time before she answered it.
"Don't wear panties tomorrow, Miss Stone," the boy said. "Let me have a look at your hairy cunt. Don't wear your panties in the morning." She heard the click as the boy hung up. Robin was awake most the night. The call had bothered her more than she admitted to herself. It had been a demanding voice. She had been told to go without panties - not asked.