Chapter 1
"Cindy, this time you've gone too far!"
"Have I?" Cindy asked.
"Yes! Indeed you have!" Glen Green was unable to suppress the irritation in his voice. "This time you've cut one too many classes, young lady!"
Cindy shrugged, laughing softly. Her laughter was silvery, musical. It rasped on Glen's nerves like sandpaper. Color rose in his face.
Over thirty, he was the assistant to the vice-principal of Hamilton High School. Thick-shouldered, heavy, prematurely balding, he wore a suit and tie.
He sat behind his desk. Cindy sat in one of a row of chairs lined up against the wall opposite Glen's desk. She lounged indolently, seemingly undisturbed.
Cindy was a problem student. She had the face of a sweet and lovely young girl, a lushly nubile body, and a go-to-hell attitude.
She was a green-eyed blonde with a flawless peaches-and-cream complexion. Her nose was thin, straight. Her lips were soft, full, pink.
Her lips now curved upward in a smugly superior smile which said that she thought Glen Green was a damned fool, only she was too polite to say so out loud.
He wanted to make a dent in her confident attitude. Cindy knew how to get under his skin - but then, she had that same effect on just about every male.
She was aware of the attraction of her perfect face and body - the little bitch!
She wore a sleeveless red blouse, a short light blue skirt, red knee socks, loafers.
Glen said, "Let's take a look at your record, Cindy."
He shuffled papers and folders on his desk until he found what he was looking for - Cindy's file. He shook his head as he scanned it.
"Cindy, you have one of the poorest attendance records of any girl in the junior class - in the entire school, as a matter of fact!"
He looked at her to see her reaction. Cindy said nothing. She continued to smile smugly. She crossed her legs by way of replay.
The short blue skirt rode up high on her lean, lithe thighs. Cindy wore no pantyhose, so her long legs were bare. Glen had to take a look.
Cindy wore pink satin panties. They flashed brightly for an instant as she crossed her legs. She sat up straight, primly tugging her skirt down.
Heat flushed Glen's face, and he looked away. He felt like an idiot. If that little blonde vixen wanted to flash her panties, why should he be embarrassed?
He shouldn't be - but he was. His heart beat faster. To cover his confusion, he leafed through the file. A sheet of paper slipped from the folder.
The paper drifted to the floor. Glen's face burned bright red now. He pushed back his chair, muttering, as he bent to pick it up.
He couldn't keep from stealing a peek at Cindy. This time her legs were closed, with the knees pressed tightly together.
She knew where he was looking, too. Glen straightened up and put the paper back in her file. He harumphed, clearing his throat.
"Not only have you missed as many sick days as any girl in the school, you've been sent down to this office time and time again for cutting classes!"
It was hard for him to concentrate on his official duties.
He stared at her chest. Her breasts were high, firm, full. She was not wearing a bra - her breasts jiggled and shifted under her blouse.
He could see her nipples - her nipples! They were flat buttons at the tips of her breasts, outlined against the clinging fabric of her red blouse.
The blouse had a plunging V-neckline which slashed down almost to the center of her bust. It displayed her cleavage and the swelling curves of her breasts.
Her face, neck, arms, and upper chest were tanned, but her breasts - what he could see of them - were a smooth, soft, milky-white color.
It was a shame and a scandal that a teenage girl, a high school student, should be permitted to wear that kind of revealing blouse to class.
That was another issue, one which Glen Green did not intend to get into. These kids today! The girls dressed like little whores!
His hands trembled as he held the files. He rested them on the blotter of his desk so that their shaking would be minimized.
What's wrong with me? he asked himself. He was the disciplinarian and attendance officer, and she was a truant, a delinquent!
She was the one who should be uncomfortable and upset, not him!
"You seem to think that the rules are made for others, and not for you."
"Oh no - I don't think that at all," Cindy said, all wide-eyed with mock innocence. "I don't think anybody should obey those stupid rules!"
"That's very cute," Glen said grimly. "Well, you're not going to get off as easily as you have the last few times! This time, I'm going to take disciplinary action!" That should shake her up, Glen thought.
Cindy rose and walked to the window.
Ah, Glen thought, I finally got to her!
His office was on the first floor, in the administrative section of the school, His window looked out on the flagpole and a long green lawn.
Morning sunlight streamed through the window, gilding Cindy's hair, turning it from blonde to platinum. She was silent, thoughtful.
She took hold of the drawstrings and pulled down the Venetian blinds. The metal slats clattered as they came crashing. Glen was taken aback.
His office was heavily shadowed, intimate. "Now listen here, Cindy-"
When he saw what she was doing, his words died in his throat. His mouth went dry. His eyes bulged until they looked like they might fall out of his head.
Cindy took hold of the hem of her blouse and pulled it up, peeling it off her body. She pulled it so that it was high over her breasts.
Her breasts! Her naked breasts! The sight of her lovely flesh hit Glen Green like a thunderbolt. He jerked back in his chair.
Cindy's breasts were full and firm, with pert pink nipples and neat round roseates. The breasts jiggled softly from her movements.
Glen was struck speechless. His face was beet-red. He tried to speak, but only strangled, choking noises emerged from his throat.
Cindy didn't stop with her blouse. Her hand was at the side of her skirt, opening the catch. The skirt dropped down her long legs.
It fell in a heap of fabric at her feet. Glen was so shocked that he wouldn't have been surprised to keel over and fall on the floor himself.
Yes, Cindy wore pink satin bikini panties. The shimmering satin was stretched taut across her hips. Her hips and belly and legs were golden.
There was the white outline of the bathing suit she must have worn while tanning under the sun's rays. It must have been a bikini, because her breasts were white, too.
Glen Green finally found his voice. "My God, Cindy, what are you doing?!"
Cindy padded to the door of his office, pulling off her blouse as she moved. She took it off and cast it aside on a nearby chair.
The red knee socks and the pink panties made her look more lewdly arousing to Glen Green than if she had been stark naked.
Her back was to him. Her bottom was deliciously rounded, a pair of swelling globes deeply cleft, and barely concealed by her skimpy panties.
Her buttocks rolled tantalizingly under her panties. Just watching her move caused sweat to stream out of Glen Green's body.
Nothing in teacher's college had prepared him for something like this.
He breathed a silent prayer of thanks that his door was closed. Mrs. Murphy, his hatchet-faced, tight-lipped receptionist, sat in the outer office.
Glen Green suddenly realized the danger he was in - the extremely compromising position which Cindy had put him in when she undressed.
Here she was, a sixteen year old student with a thirty year old married man - if anyone discovered them now, Glen Green's career in education was finished.
He groaned as he realized that this was probably Cindy's plan.
Cindy locked the door, tugging at the knob to make sure that it was locked. Her pert pink-nippled breasts swirled when she turned to face him.
Cindy put her hands behind her back and leaned on them. Her superior, smug smile was wider and more confident than ever.
"I'm sure that you wouldn't want us to be interrupted, Mr. Green." Her voice was soft and breathless, a shy little girl's voice.
There was a lump in his throat. He gulped, swallowing hard, but it didn't go away. "Cindy, this is insane!" he hissed.
"Shhhh!" Cindy put her index finger across her lips. "Not so loud! You don't want old Prune-face outside to hear you!"
Her ripe pink lips pulled back over a mouthful of white, even teeth. "You'd sure have a tough time explaining this to Mrs. Murphy!"
Cindy padded gracefully to his desk, her hips swaying. His eyes were caught by her sleekly balanced motions, mesmerized by the flexing of her hips and thighs.
He could see her gently arched pubic mound outlined against the taut fabric of her pink satin panties. The folds of her pussy lips were revealed.
"What - what kind of crazy game are you playing, Cindy?!" He tried to sound calmly authoritative, as though this sort of thing happened to him every day. But his voice cracked in mid-sentence, making him feel ridiculous.
"Cindy, if you don't put some clothes on right this second, I'll - I'll - "
"What will you do, Mr. Green?" She wrinkled her nose, mocking him. "Will you call for help? That would be funny! Yes - why don't you do that?"
"I will!" He reached for the buttons of his inter-office intercom.
Cindy said, "If you do that, I'll start shouting for help." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "I'll say that you tried to make me do bad things."
"So that's your little game, is it?!"
"One of them, Cindy admitted. "I have lots of other games - most of them are a lot more fun than this. Do you want to play?"
"You're a seriously disturbed young lady - but you'd have to be completely crazy to think that I'll stand for this sort of blackmail!"
"Blackmail?" Her green eyes glittered. "Who said anything about blackmail? That's your word, Mr. Green, not mine."
"And speaking of your word, and mine," Cindy continued, "who do you think would be believed if anybody came in right now, and I said that you tried to rape me?"
"Rape! Why, you little-" Fury made his face red and swollen.
"Ah, ah!" Cindy tauntingly waved her finger in his face. "No name calling, now! You should be nice to me, Mr. Green. You really should."
Cindy picked up a framed photograph on his desk. It showed a plain, matronly woman with thick thighs standing with two small children.
"That's your wife, isn't it?" Cindy said. "You wouldn't want to get her all upset with the kind of fuss I could make, Mr. Green."
She smiled thinly. "I'm a very convincing actress. I had one of the leads in the school play. When I turn on the tears, it's very convincing!"
Glen Green seethed with impotent rage. His hands were balled into fists. He exhaled through clenched teeth. "What is it you want, Cindy?"
"I just want us to be friends," she said. "I'm a very friendly girl ... when people are nice to me. Don't you want to be my friend?"
Glen was dazzled, stunned, by the overwhelming sensory impact of her body.
Although his astonishment was strained close to the breaking point, it could only increase when Cindy suddenly sat on his lap.
He sat in an executive style swivel chair. Cindy spun it to the side, turning him along with it. He started to sputter.
Cindy wrapped her arms around his neck and parked her behind on his lap.
Her hair brushed his hot red face. It smelled faintly of natural perfume, intoxicating him. She was all warm and smooth and silky.
Her satin panties were thin and low-cut. In the back, they barely covered the bottoms of her buttocks. She nestled her behind against his groin.
She was lightweight, but the warm buttocks pressed stimulatingly against his groin. Up to now, he had been too shocked to be physically aroused.
Now, the inevitable reaction occurred. His penis, sheltered in the folds of the baggy boxer shorts he wore, felt tingling and heavy.
His balls tightened in the sac. His penis quivered, jerked. It doubled its length, growing spasmodically, stiffening into a firm, hard erection.
"Oh my God!" Glen whispered.
Cindy squirmed on his lap, rubbing her panty-covered buttocks against his stiff penis. "Ah - you do want to be friendly after all!"
Glen looked down. Her luscious breasts were only inches below his red, sweating face. The nipples were a bright, shocking pink.
Cindy tugged at his tie. She wrapped the end of it around her finger, then let it unwind. His breath came in quick, panting gasps.
"I knew we'd get along just fine," Cindy said. "Just fine and dandy."
Cindy leaned into him. "Since we're going to be such good friends, I think that it's time that you stopped all this foolishness about my being truant."
She ran her fingertips down his face, which dripped with sweat. "A busy girl like me just doesn't have the time to go to classes. You understand, don't you?"
"Y-yes." His voice was thick with lust.
"I knew that you would," Cindy cooed. "Since I wouldn't want anything to get in the way of our new friendship, I think that you better not bother to keep track of whether I cut classes or take sick days. That's what I think."
"That would be the friendly thing to do," Cindy said. Coyly, she asked, "Do you think that I have a beautiful body, Mr. Green?"
"My God, yes!"
Cindy giggled. "That's what all the men say. Since we're getting along so well, I suppose that it wouldn't do any harm for us to have some fun."
Cindy cupped her breast. The mound of jiggling white flesh lay in her palm like a live thing. The soft bosom flesh oozed over the edges of her hand.
"Since you're being so nice, Mr. Green, you may kiss me - here."
She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head down to her bosom. He groaned with desire. His stiff penis throbbed.
He nuzzled her breasts. Cindy squealed with pleasure. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face against her smooth warm mounds of flesh.
"My God, my God," he muttered. His mouth was open and shaped like an O.
Cindy lifted her breast to his mouth. He tried to kiss it. Laughing childishly, she pulled back, yanking her nipple from his puckered lips.
"Yes, I did say that you could kiss me," Cindy said, a firm note in her voice, "but I expect you to act like a gentleman, Mr. Green!"
She snorted with exasperation. "Really! You men are worse than some of the boys I go out with! I thought they were grabby, but you guys are worse!"
"I'm - I'm sorry, Cindy."
She patted his head. "That's much better. Now, you may kiss each of my tits, just once, on the nipple ... do it real soft and gentle."
Glen puckered his lips. Cindy guided her nipple to them. He kissed the nipple.
The pink button of flesh puckered, stiffened, became erect. "Now the other one." Cindy offered her other nipple for similar treatment.
When he finished planting his kiss, both nipples were stiffly erect.
"I want to show you something." Cindy slid off his lap and stood facing him. His hard cock made a tentlike bulge in the crotch of his trousers.
Cindy spread her feet wider apart. She hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, and slowly, teasingly peeled them off her flesh.
She pulled the panties down to the tops of her thighs, where they formed a rolled line of pink satin. He could see her bush and labia.
Her bush was fluffy and light brown in color - a shade somewhat darker than the golden hair on her head. Her pussy was a perfect flower of pink flesh.
Glen Green extended his shaking hand and reached between her legs. For one instant, his groping fingers touched her warm, smooth pussy lips.
"Ooops! Not so fast!" Giggling, Cindy danced back, just out of his reach. "We're not quite that good friends yet, Mr. Green."
Sweat stung his eyes. His necktie felt like it was choking him. He yanked and tugged at it, popping the top button of his shirt.
Cindy pretended to just discover his aroused condition. She dropped her gaze and stared between his legs at the bulge of his erection.
"Oooh, what's that?" she said, putting her hand on his cock.
She squeezed his erect member through his trousers. Glen Green groaned.
"It's really quite naughty of me to tease you like this, I know," Cindy said, "but I just can't help it - that's the kind of girl I am."
Her fingers traced the outline of his swollen cock, kneading and squeezing it. "Before I do anything else, Mr. Green, I want to be sure we understand each other."
"You won't bother me about my absences again, or keep track of me. You can fix it so that nobody, no teachers, hassle me about being late or cutting class."
"Anything you want," he said hoarsely, "anything!"
"That's just what I wanted to hear, Mr. Green. Now, I'll give you a little sample of just how very nice I can be to my friends."
Cindy got down on her knees in front of him. Her angelic face was on a level with his groin. She put her hands in his lap and reached for his zipper.
There was a metallic sound as she pulled his zipper down. She reached into the flyhole. He squirmed and moaned as her fingers found his rod of flesh.
"Let's bring this into the open, and see what comes out." Cindy fumbled his erection through the flyhole of his boxer shorts, then out his open pants.
His penis was a thick red spear of flesh jutting vertically from his hips. The head was fleshy, swollen. Blue veins circled the throbbing shaft.
"Ummmm, you've got a nice big one!" Cindy wrapped her hand around his shaft, so the swollen bullet head of it jutted from the top of her fist.
A single drop of clear seminal fluid oozed from his red cock head.
Cindy parted her ripe pink lips and extended her long pointed tongue. She dipped her head forward, licked up the drop of come, swallowed it.
"Yes, we're going to get along just fine!" Cindy smacked her lips.
She tilted his erection forward. "Some girls like candy and lollipops, and other girls like ice cream cones, but I know better things to suck!"
She flickered her tongue tip across his cock head, licking the tiny slit in his penis. Glen squirmed fitfully in his chair.
He gripped the chair arms so tightly that his knuckles whitened.
Cindy ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them so that they glimmered. Her golden hair spilled on his thighs as she moved her head forward.
She took his cock head inside her mouth. It tingled like it had been plugged into an electric socket. She rubbed it against the roof of her mouth.
She worked her limber tongue against the sensitive underside of his penis flesh. She bobbed her head, taking the penis deeper into her mouth.
Her downy cheeks hollowed as she slurped and sucked wetly. Saliva oozed out of the corners of her mouth, wetting her chin.
Glen Green gripped his chair like he was holding on for dear life. He was aware of the picture of his wife on his desk - she looked grim in the photo.
He put the photo face down on the desk. Then he turned his total concentration on the wanton teen who was taking his cock by mouth - something which his lawful wedded wife had yet to do in the years of their married life.
Cindy's head bobbed up and down, her pink puckered lips were curled over her teeth. The lips glided arousingly on his cock.
When she pulled her head back, his hot red shaft would emerge into view from her mouth, dripping with saliva, hot, blazing.
She swirled his cock head in her mouth, whipping it teasingly with her tongue, making him moan and gasp before she took it back in.
She made liquid sucking sounds as she worked on his member. His buttocks were tightly clenched. He rocked them in response to her head movements.
His buttocks squeaked against the seat of his chair as he pushed his cock deep into her mouth. His face was as red as his aroused erection.
Never had he known wild sex thrills like this. But he was really driven wild when Cindy began delicately fingering his swollen balls.
She fondled them as she sucked. She took his erection as deep in her mouth as she could. Her fingers danced on his throbbing balls.
His stomach felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand. He realized that he was coming just as semen spurted from his cock.
He lifted his buttocks clear off the chair, forcing his cock even deeper into her throat. Luckily, she was ready for him, and took him deeper.
Semen was pumped from his balls up the rigid red column of his cock. It jetted from his cock head in spurting gushes.
Cindy did not pull back. She clamped her mouth on his cock and gulped down the semen as it erupted, swallowing it greedily.
The convulsive force of his orgasm shook Glen Green like a rat being shaken by the gripping jaws of a terrier. Gasping, groaning, he slumped in his chair. He seemed as boneless as a jellyfish - but a thousand times more satisfied.