Chapter 4
Between the memory of his last love tryst with Miss Woodruff before he went to Europe and his anticipation of seeing her again and more love-making in the immediate future, he hoped, Jeff acquired and embarrassing hard-on as he crossed the busy street after school between his present school and the school building of last year. Oh God, he could hardly wait to see his former teacher again after the whole summer away and even a month more that he had to miss school, not that he minded missing school, but...oh God, it was simply too much...he was finally here! But he couldn't go up to her like this!
He would have been ashamed to admit it but the hard-on was only part of his problems. For some reason, his knees began to uncontrollably soften and buckle on him as he approached the old building where he expected to find her. Oh God, he hoped he wouldn't miss her if he went into the bathroom first, but he had to calm down. The shaking of his legs was getting so bad, he was sure it was noticeable. He hated to not at least look into her room to be sure that she was here! But what if she saw him? No, he would have to pull himself into shape first.
There were all kinds of fears following Jeff Connor into the boys' John near his old fourth grade room. It would have been the most logical thing in the world to have asked someone casually, on his first day back at school, if Miss Woodruff were back teaching at Cull this year, but he was afraid that the question was a sort of self-exposure and so had kept his teeth clamped on it all day, and it certainly hovered on his mind all day. What if she had not come back? What if that had been the significance of his going away gift? Maybe she had been only temporary, taking over for Mrs. Black only while the former teacher had her baby. He was sure Miss Woodruff had told him that Mrs. Black was not planning to return, but what if she had changed her mind?
He stumbled into one of the stalls to subdue his shaking legs in private in case some of the guys came in. If Miss Woodruff were gone, he continued with his thoughts, how would he find her, a kid his age? Man, it was sure dumb being only ten years old sometimes!
There was another possibility he thought darkly, and that was she might have another boyfriend, a grown up one this time maybe! He shuddered and tried to banish the thought. Yet he could not help but remember that Mr. Landsdowne was obviously trying to take her out on a date last year. All the kids noticed and talked about it. The guys even laid bets on whether the principal and the new teacher were seeing each other secretly or not. He could have told them! Some of the guys asked him, as a matter-of-fact, because they knew that she was supposed to be tutoring him on us math.
Tutoring him! Huh! God if they only knew how she was tutoring him! They wouldn't have believed it anyway, of course, not that he intended to let them know what he and their curvaceous teacher were really doing. As for Landowne, he knew she wasn't seeing him but he played ignorant about her personal life. Jeff Connor had entertained a very special pride last spring and still did to think that he had beat out Landsdowne, the principal!
Then, hearing some guys come into the John, Jeff stayed in the stall. He wasn't quite ready to be seen yet, and he'd rather wait for them to leave. The boy patted hip pocket for the one hundredth time that day. He had brought her a tiny thing from each country he had visited this summer, and all the presents were wrapped together in a package small enough to fit in his pants pocket. God, he wished he were old enough so everything didn't have to be done in secret! He was just considering leaving the stall because of how long those guys were taking out there when he began to pay attention to their conversation. One guy's voice was rising to an emotional pitch that made it completely audible anyway.
"I tell you she did," Phil Kiley was sputtering angrily "She had my cock up inside her cunt and fucked it, and then she sucked me off. I swear to God!"
Big Paul countered, jabbing his buddy Dan with a knowing laugh, "You're full of bullshit, man, what proof you got, huh? Just because she's sucked off practically every other kid in the fourth grade doesn't mean she did it to you. Besides, nobody's ever got his cock up into her yet, from what I know."
"I just tried to touch her up in there and she wouldn't let me," confirmed the smallest one, Okie. "I don't think she lets anyone near her cunt, like maybe there's something wrong with it or something."
"Awwww, I touched her cunt," Dan came into the argument. "The night I was over at her apartment, you remember I told you, Paul? Hell, I touched it all right. I practically shoved my whole fist up it!"
The guys gathered in the boy's room laughed uproariously at this. Jeff leaned back in the stall, his insides churning with the awful feelings their talk was causing in him. Fourth grade teacher! It meant only one of two horrible things, either Miss Woodruff had been replaced with someone else, some wildcat, to hear the guys talk, or...or...No, he told himself stoutly. He would not believe that they were talking about his own true love, Miss Woodruff!
"Well, what do I care if you believe me or not," Phil Kiley was saying, turning away from them as though insulted, to give himself time to swallow the boyish tear that threatened to stream down his slightly freckled face. "It all happened just like I said, and you can all go to hell! Who cares!"
"Awwww, come on, Phil, we believe you." In the pecking order of fourth grade boys, Dan was at the top in spite of Paul's greater size. Paul worshiped Dan because Dan was smarter than he was. Dan continued, "It's just that it's the first time anybody's got that far, you see?" Actually, we're all just jealous." Paul giggled at Dan's cleverness. "But tell 'me, pal, how did she get you into her clutches?"
Phil said simply, "She wanted to help me with me geography!"
The boys went into uproarious laughter. Dan said, "Bet you couldn't figure out how you'd flunked that test!" They laughed again.
Jeff in his stall found himself beginning to enjoy the story they were telling and quietly giggled along with them. Phil even managed a little chuckle now, "As a matter-of-fact," he said, shaking his head with disbelief, "no, I couldn't figure it!"
Okie spoke up then, "With me it was spelling. She picked me up in her car one day . . . "
"Yeah," Dan broke in with gusto. "She captured old Okie here and sucked him off right in the front seat of her car after she said she'd take him home so's she could talk to him about his spelling!"
"Hey, Okie, you a good speller now?" Paul asked laughingly.
"Nothing over four words, huh, Okie!" Dan said. "Spell fuck for me, Okie!" The boys howled until Paul thought he would split his sides. You could sure count on Dan to come up with the jokes! Even Jeff had to laugh out loud by now although the din the other boys were making prevented their hearing him, not that they would have cared.
Jeff couldn't believe his ears! He was beginning to believe, although he quickly banished the idea, that fidelity to one woman was not all it was cracked up to be. At least, there was something to having a little fun with the loose broads. God, he'd had such a beautiful experience with Miss Woodruff that he could hardly tell any guys about it. It was different when you were in love. Maybe he had fallen in love just a little too soon! Suddenly there was another voice out there, a deeper, more somber one.
"Awwww, you guys are full of crap! You're making all this up!"
"Oh yeah? You mean she missed someone?" Dan asked in mock consternation. "Hear that, guys? Ray's in the dark!"
"You mean she ain't never whacked you off?" Paul asked Ray with honest surprise.
"Oh, come off it! A teacher's not going to do anything like that," the young naive Ray Perkins maintained. "Why would she want to do that stuff to a bunch of kids?"
"Why?" Dan asked beginning to laugh loudly again. "Why us? Why not us kids? Ain't you got no pride, man?"
"He ain't been sucked off yet," Okie said. "Let's get Ray sucked off!"
"Yeah," Paul said. "You want to get sucked off, Ray?"
"Of course he wants to get sucked off," Dan stated flatly. "What guy doesn't want to get sucked off? You off your rocker or something?"
"Hey, just a minute, you guys. Who the hell wants to get mixed up with girls? Maybe you do, but I sure don't!" Ray said stoutly.
"Oh," Dan said. "You mean the reason she ain't sucked you off is you won't let her, is that it?"
The boy blushed. He could not think of an answer quickly enough. The curvaceous fourth grade teacher had not yet gotten around to him. Maybe she wasn't going to! Well, why should he care? He hated girls anyway!
"She hasn't got to him yet," Paul said reasonably. "Maybe we ought to help him along. Let's take him with us . . . "
Dan held up his hand for silence. "Ray should have his own chance by himself if he wants it first then we carry out my plan, okay?"
The boys mumbled their agreement, and Ray looked around at them shyly, not at all sure what he wanted to do. He'd never done anything at all with a girl. His big sister had tried to get him to take his pants down once for her to show her his prick, but he had refused and she didn't insist, just begged him not to tell Ma.
"M...Maybe she doesn't want to do it to me," the little boy stumbled over his words, expressing the fear that was haunting him underneath all the protective rationalizations he had used.
The boys rushed in with compassion to bandage their friend's ego. Of course she does, was the gist of what they told him. She'll get to you sooner or later.
"You see," Dan offered. "We'd like to hurry it up a bit because we have this plan of ganging up on her, but you ought to get sort of initiated first so you know what it's all about. She's knocking the guys off one by one, it seems, so we want to get you next in line to sort of hurry things up."
"Oh, sure," Ray said then proudly, sensing that all their plans depended on his important contribution. "How do we do that?"
"Ahhhhhhh," Dan thought carefully, raking his mind for a good idea and finding it blank. It was Paul who finally thought of something.
"Hey, what about the UNICEF drive. He could go to her apartment collecting for UNICEF, couldn't he?"
"Yeah," said Dan, stunned to think that Paul had out thought him. "that would get him to her place, but he ought to be a little moony about her first. Hey, when we go back in there for detention, Ray, think you could look love-sick at her?"
The boys laughed again but Ray spoke boldly, "Sure! Just leave it to me!"
"Speaking of detention, you guys," Dan said suddenly, "We'll be around this joint all night if we don't get back!"
Jeff heard the noise of their leaving and as the door shut for the last time an eerie quiet descended on the John that was so thick you could hear a guy breathe. The boy's brain was now completely taken up with the exciting aspects of the boys' plan and the new teacher they had in the fourth grade this year. Sorrow over the departure of Miss Woodruff, for he was sure it was not his love they were speaking of, was for the moment abated in lurid images of this new teacher doing all the things the guys had said she did, sucking their cocks, letting them put their hands and fingers right up-her cunt, and Phil actually fucking her! Well, he had been sucked off, too, and he had fucked Miss Woodruff, but this was a different kind of experience the boys spoke of. It was just fun and lust.
God! His own cock was rock-hard again just from thinking about it and he had come in here to forget and make the thing go down! He unbuckled his belt and loosened it then unbuttoned the top button of his fly to ease the straining crotch of his pants, then pressured his hand against his swollen member. Now how was he going to get out of here? God, he couldn't very well be seen like this! What in hell could he do? He toyed with the idea of jerking himself off, but God, he hated to do that! Why? he reconsidered. If Miss Woodruff had gone somewhere else, it was going to take him some time to find her probably. Maybe she had left word for him. How would she do that? It would sure look suspicious if she wrote to him. If they had thought about it ahead of time, she could have kept something of his and sent it to him in an emergency. That would have been a way to get her new address to him. Well, what would he do about it if he had it?
A sensation of emptiness echoed through his belly. God, he'd be glad when he was old enough to do the things he wanted! Christ, would he ever be able to find her again? The possibility that she could have moved to another grade in the school occurred to him only briefly because he recalled her saying that she never taught anything but the fourth grade. He hadn't known teachers were specialists in grades before, and he recalled asking her why. She had only smiled very mysteriously and said, "That's all I know how to teach."
Hell, he couldn't believe that! God, how he missed her! After looking forward all summer long to seeing her again and to come back to find her gone left him confused. He could not remember suffering this much disappointment in his entire life. Now a tear started down his cheek. Man, he could just see her pretty mouth sucking his hard cock while he fingered her precious satiny pink cunt. He remembered how she would get up over him with her ass above his face and he'd pull her panties down sometimes. Once she had asked him to stick his tongue in her wet little hole but he couldn't. How he wished he could do it all over again! He sure would do anything she wanted this time! Now he was really grateful that he'd forced himself to stick his finger in her asshole the last time they made love!
Oh God, he thought miserably, not only because of the loss of his love but because of the growing ache in his bulging cock, I've got to jerk myself off. There's no way I'll even get home at this rate. God, they'd be locking him in the building if he took much longer! His throbbing cock was so hard it was beginning to really hurt, and pretty soon his balls would start to ache like fire if he didn't. He took his handkerchief from his pocket before unzipping his fly and releasing his rigid shaft of hot cockflesh. Guiltily he stroked it vigorously, thinking all the while of his lost love and some of the lewd things they used to do together. Most of all, he imagined her sparsely fringed pussy and the wetly glistening hole and his own pink tongue going toward it closer and closer and...oh God!
"Uuuuggghhhhhhhhh!" he said, trying to suppress as much of his scream as he could as his tiny cock at last spurted its sticky white cum into his handkerchief.
Minutes later, Jeff was about to leave the building when he remembered the things the boys were saying about the new fourth grade teacher. They had said something about having a detention with her so she must be still here. Maybe he would just mosey by the room and peek in the window in the door. He would like to look at a broad who was as loose as those guys said. God! He couldn't see anyone in the hall who might question his being there.
Jeff suddenly turned his steps down the corridor instead of out the door. He tried to look as though he were going somewhere else, just in case Landsdowne came along. Landsdowne got the kids out of the building as soon as school was over and often went around himself checking to see if everyone was gone who should be. Of course, Jeff reasoned, he could always say he stopped by to see his old teacher. The guys sometimes did that though mostly it was the girls who did that sort of thing. Jeff could act surprised when Landsdowne said that Miss Woodruff had gone. As a matter-of-fact, decided. He hoped Landsdowne did come. Maybe if he asked innocently, well, where has she gone, Landsdowne would slip up and tell him.
Thinking of Miss Woodruff again, he felt guilty going to look this new teacher over, and just on principle, he almost didn't look into the room. But his prurient interests got the better of his loyalty to his love and he looked. He not only looked, but without realizing it, he stared. The boy had so convinced himself that Miss Woodruff had gone, that for a minute he thought he was seeing a ghost sitting at the teacher's desk. It couldn't be! It just couldn't be Miss Woodruff! He stood frozen at the window in the door, unable to move a single muscle.
Finally she looked up and saw him staring at her with a shocked look on his face. She looked around the room. She had her detention pupils doing a multiplication table over and over again. Since they couldn't leave before it was finished, they were all working assiduously, heads bowed over their papers. Well, there wasn't much cheating they could do since they were already copying something. They could only cheat themselves by talking, so Kay carefully and quietly sidled over to the door. She opened it and stuck her pretty head into the corridor.
"Did you have a nice vacation?" she whispered.
Jeff could not speak. His heart was so shattered that he could only continue to stare at her. He couldn't believe how innocently she greeted him! The thought of the package he had so lovingly wrapped crossed his mind, but he could not have given it to her if he still wanted to now! His hands were frozen at his sides and for a long time his feet were locked in place just as his big gray eyes could not leave her face.
"What's the matter, Jeff?" she asked concerned.
Oh, what could he say? If he tried to utter a single word, he would only burst into tears and he knew it. In fact, if he didn't get out of there real fast, he might cry anyway! The threat of a tear at the lid of his eye finally tore him from his shock and he ran toward the door that opened into the street. Without a word or a backward glance he ran. By the time he reached the heavy door, his chin was shaking and his eyes burned like hot coals. God, don't let me meet anyone, he prayed because he knew he couldn't make it down the walk without crying. Finally God was on his side for no one was outside the school for blocks.