Chapter 3
An hour earlier that morning, Jeff Carson was watching his students as they sat hard at work on an algebra test he had just given them. To be more specific, Jeff was watching young Kim Reed as she worked and reworked one of the more difficult problems. The girl may not have a head for algebra, he thought to himself, but her body was definitely designed with multiplication in mind. He chuckled briefly at his little joke, then stopped quickly as several students stared up from their papers to find out what he was laughing at.
After meeting their eyes with a stern gaze, he turned around and strolled back up the aisle of desks to his own desk at the front of the room. The teasing little bitch had been driving him crazy since the first day of school and she knew it. It was as though she were deliberately trying to seduce him, a man almost ten years older than she. He shook his head in disbelief at the crazy idea, then looked over to where she was seated in the back corner of the classroom.
Almost as though she knew he was watching, the young red-haired student began to wriggle down in her chair, her eyes still glued innocently to the test before her. Jeff felt his throat tighten as he saw her skirt slowly rising up her creamy thighs as she maneuvered to a more comfortable position. The damn thing didn't have too far to go, he observed, spellbound as the scrap of fawn-colored suede slid higher and higher on her smooth muscular limb. Then, when the exciting curve of her ripe young buttocks was poised on the very edge of her chair, she stopped and began to slowly stretch her long, shapely legs as if to exhibit them to his burning gaze. He could see her sensuously wriggling her toes under the dark suede boots she wore.
The little cunt is teasing me, he thought angrily, and with a willful effort, tore his eyes away from the sight of her fully exposed legs. A minute later, his eyes jerked back, however, as she languidly crossed her legs, driving her miniskirt up another two inches. Jeff swallowed with difficulty. From where he sat at his desk, he could see the tight round curve of one cheek of her ass, covered only by a narrow strip of flowered silk panties.
Good Christ, he thought to himself, are those little things her panties? They look like a damn G-string!
A sickening guilty feeling hit him in the pit of his stomach and his gaze rose to her face. As he had feared, she had caught him staring at her again. Her big-eyed, little girl face wore a smile of impish invitation that couldn't be misread and, as he watched, she puckered her pink, heart shaped lips and coyly inserted the forefinger of her left hand between them. Staring back at him in insolent delight, she began teasing the finger in and out of her mouth, sucking on it as though it were a stick of peppermint candy.
He could barely hold back the groan that rose to his throat as he saw exactly what she wanted him to see, his cock, instead of her finger, going in and out between those pink, puckered lips. He tried forcing the picture from his mind, but it was no use. It was impossible to deny that he would love to see those rose-bud lips stretched thin around his thick, hard prick, to feel the head of his cock sliding into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. And, man, she would love it too, he thought bitterly, unlike another woman in my life.
Unhappily, his thoughts drifted back to Saturday night, when he had tried again to prove to his young wife that there was nothing dirty about sucking her husband's cock. He had been so confident that he'd even tried to force her for a moment, thinking that, as soon as she tried it, she would find that it was not horrible, even fun. Fat chance, he fumed. She had gone into her virgin act, raving as though he had just tried to rape her mother or something.
Well, fuck her, he thought angrily. This time, he was going to wait her out, no talk, no kisses, nothing until she decided to see things his way. And she would, he was sure of it. She enjoyed her gooey idea of romance too much to let it all go down the drain for the sake of her stupid Victorian morality.
And, until she came around, he just had to concentrate on keeping his hands off this hot little red-head. He did love Ally, whether she believed it or not after this weekend, and inviting as Kim Reed looked, it would be nothing but trouble to let himself get mixed up with a fifteen-year-old kid.
Almost as soon as his thought had crystallized, however, he felt his determination begin to weaken. His luscious student had taken her finger from her mouth and was slowly rubbing it over the pointed tip of one of her breasts. He realized with a start that she had worn no bra under the tight white jersey as soon as the nipple under her finger began to come to erection under her manipulations. He could see the tiny bud-like protuberance, clearly delineated under the thin knit shirt. Despite his noble resolves, he was aware of his cock insistently lurching under his trousers.
Damn her, he fumed, this has got to stop! "Kim, will you please stay after class," he managed to croak through the lump in his throat. Checking the clock, he added, "All right, students, pass up your papers. Time's up...."
Two minutes later, the class was empty except for Jeff and the lush-bodied teenager, who was languidly strolling up to his desk, obviously aware of the effect her swaying hips were having on his still rampant prick. Trying desperately to control his mounting desire, Jeff stared fixedly at the grade book that lay open on his desk, staying silent until she arrived at the front of the room.
"Kim, I've been meaning to have a talk with you for some time," he began in a voice that he hoped sounded stern and authoritative, crossing his legs in a vain effort to hide the obvious bulge in the crotch of his trousers.
"I'm certainly glad," the teenager breathed, moving up so close that one of her full, high breasts was brushing across his upper arm. "I've been wanting to talk to you alone for the longest time, Mr. Carson, but I didn't exactly know how to go about it."
"Oh, really? Well, what did you want to talk about," he asked coolly, hoping that she hadn't noticed the lurch of his cock as her musky feminine scent assailed his nostrils.
He smiled slightly in triumphant satisfaction as his question made her pause. I should have taken this approach a week ago, he congratulated himself. The direct approach is the only way to deal properly with some youngsters.
"Well, you see, Mr. Carson," she finally said, speaking slowly as if trying to find the right words. "I think you're really groovy. I mean, well ... I'm not in love with you or anything ... It's just that I think it would be really far out if we could get together and, well, fuck. You know?"
"Kim, you don't know what you're saying," he gasped once he had recovered from his shock at hearing her say exactly what she meant. He had never even met a grown woman this bold-and he certainly hadn't expected it from a teenage girl.
"Oh, is that what you think?" she grinned, hopping up to sit on his desk and crossing her legs so he could see right up her skirt to where tiny curling tendrils of youthful pubic hair had escaped from the sides of her tiny flowered panties. Smiling mischievously, she added, "Well, teacher, I might even be able to show you a thing or two, if you gave me the chance."
Jeff started in surprise as he felt the pointed toe of one of her boots rubbing gently against the swollen lump of his trousers. "Now, stop that," he gasped as he felt himself involuntarily hardening from the teasing motion of her foot. Then, his thoughts were interrupted by the bell signaling the beginning of second period. Thank God, he thought with relief. "Kim, shouldn't you be in your next class now?" he asked, smiling a little too brightly for belief. "We can talk some other time ... I mean...."
He flushed as he saw her smile and shake her head. "I have study hall this period," she purred. "And I can take it anywhere I want...." She winked to emphasize the double meaning of her remark, and gave a little flick of her toe that sent his cock jerking again.
"You like it, don't you?" she inquired with a low, throaty laugh. "Don't worry about your trousers. I'll brush the dust off them before I leave."
Before he could answer, she uncrossed her legs and slid off the desk to stand beside him. No matter how good it had felt, Jeff was glad she had stopped. He was in such a state of shock, he still was not certain whether she was kidding or not. But she just had to be. Things like this just don't happen-not with beautiful, fifteen-year-old girls!
He sat still for a moment, trying to think of something to say to dissuade the young girl from her expressed desire for him. But, before he could collect his thoughts, she moved closer to him, rotating her pelvis against his arm, her small white hand dropping down to softly massage the painful bulge under his trousers. Her eyes sparkling brightly, a small confident smile playing over her lips, the student leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth, forcing his lips open with her tongue, then drawing his tongue into the sweet, warm cavern of her mouth. Without considering what he was doing, Jeff instinctively responded and reached up to wrap his arms around her small body, pulling her down against him.
"See, it's not so hard," she whispered into his ear, a moment later as she broke away from the long, passionate embrace.
The sound of her sweet, childish voice brought Jeff back to his senses. Abruptly, he thrust her away from him, his eyes flashing with anger.
"God damn it, Kim!" he barked anxiously straightening his clothes to make sure they would carry no tales of his momentary infidelity. "I could lose my job for what you just did? Now, listen! I don't want anything to do with you, except as a teacher. The answer is no and that's the end of it!"
The beautiful teenager stood erect beside him and Jeff could see the warmth in her big blue eyes frosting over. Her expression had changed to a smile that was neither friendly nor reassuring. Jeff could see by the slight trembling of her lower lip that he had badly injured her feelings.
"Is that all you're going to say, Mr. Carson?" she inquired tremulously.
He nodded assent.
"Well, then," she said, angrily flinging her red curls back about her face. "I'm going to make you very sorry you made that decision...."
Jeff felt his heart begin to beat a little harder as her ominous tone and threatening words registered in his mind.
"Now, Kim, there's no need to become vindictive about this," he began, trying to make his voice sound more confident than he felt. "It was all just a mistake. Believe me, there was nothing personal about it. I do like you very much, and I think you're a lovely, desirable girl ... but I love my wife ... I don't want or need another woman...."
"I hope your wife will be as kind to you, Mr. Carson, when you are arrested for statutory rape," the student interrupted, her voice flat and expressionless.
"Kim!" he gasped as he stared beseechingly into her impassive face. "You ... you can't do that to me! I ... I've only been married for six months!"
"That's too bad," she shrugged. "I guess you'll miss her then, when they lock you up."
Jeff s brain whirled as he heard her matter-of-fact tone of voice. There was no doubt that she meant every word she was saying. He was trying to imagine Ally's reaction if he were arrested for supposedly fucking one of his fifteen-year-old students, when another even more shattering thought exploded through his consciousness. Ally could be convinced somehow, but a scandal like that could ruin his entire career as a teacher! What school would chance hiring a teacher who had been accused of molesting a student-whether he had been proven guilty or not!
"In case you're wondering," Kim coolly interjected, "this is not an idle threat. The man who taught math here last year was very attractive too. I think he's somewhere in Arizona now, trying to write a textbook, because he can't get a job teaching anymore. Of course, the girl eventually dropped the charges...."
"You didn't ... It wasn't you, was it?" Jeff sputtered.
She smiled and shook her head. "Nobody knows for sure. The police didn't want to embarrass her by telling the newspapers who had charged him." Her smile broadened as she added, "It could almost be any girl in the school...."
Jeff's mind raced as he tried to consider all the possible solutions to the dilemma. There weren't many. In fact, there was only really one, and he had to admit that it was not altogether unpleasant to accept. After all the shit Ally had put him through this weekend, he mused, it might be good to have a little change of scenery.
And the view wasn't bad, he chuckled to himself, lecherously running his eyes over Kim Reed's voluptuous body.
As soon as he had made the decision, Jeff found himself becoming rapidly excited at the idea of fucking the sexy teenager who had been distracting him from his work since the first day of classes. He pictured her as she had been in class today, sucking suggestively on her middle finger. Well, he had no doubt that he could give her something she would enjoy sucking on a hell of a lot more than that skinny, little finger!
"I don't see that you've left me with much choice, Kim," he said slowly, trying to sound reluctant in spite of the hard-on that was reasserting itself in his trousers. "You've got me over a barrel, so I guess we'll do things your way."
The girl leapt into Jeff's lap with a joyous whoop and began dotting his face and neck with tiny kisses. In spite of the ever-present danger of discovery, he found himself responding to her obvious enthusiasm. Slipping one arm around her shoulders, he insinuated his other hand under her tight jersey and kneaded at one of her soft, full-blown breasts, bending her head back with the brutal force of a fiery tongue-thrusting kiss. Only the sudden sound of quickly departing footsteps out in the hallway startled him back to reality, several minutes later.
"Wow, we've got to watch that stuff," he gasped as he gently pushed the wriggling girl off his lap. "If that had been the principal, I would have been out of a job. Now, kiddo," he grinned, "just tell me where and when, and I guarantee I'll be there, even if I have to bring my wife along."
"After school. I'll meet you here and we'll go find a nice, quiet place. Oh, you'd better not bring her with you," she added coyly. "She might be jealous when she sees how much I'm going to wear you out."
With a final caress that sent his throbbing member lurching skyward once again, she winked and strolled to the classroom door, the smooth tight mounds of her young teenage buttocks rolling sinuously beneath her suede skirt. Just before exiting, she turned and added, "You won't be sorry, Mr. Carson. This is going to be far out!"
Smiling smugly, the teenager closed the door behind her, leaving a confused but happy teacher sitting alone at his desk.
Well, he chuckled to the empty room, you can't win every time, but, then again, sometimes it's more fun losing....