Chapter 11
The remainder of the week was not nearly as exciting, mainly because Miss Henshaw seemed to sense that something was going on under her nose that wasn't right but she couldn't put her finger on it.
She called a staff meeting and told of a conversation she'd overheard between Mitzi and some other girl. The redhead had intimated she'd been engaging in some sexual hanky-panky. Fortunately for Adam, who was beginning to feel somewhat uncomfortable, the young girl hadn't been very specific about it, and Miss Henshaw suspected boys from a neighboring college had been sneaking in-or else Mitzi had been sneaking out.
"Have you noticed anything suspicious, Mr. Fawkes?" she asked him.
Adam shook his head emphatically. "Nothing. But I'll be extra alert, Miss Henshaw." It was a promise he was going to keep.
Miss Henshaw suggested that each of the counselors have a heart to heart talk to the students in her (and his) group to make sure there was no repetition of any immoral behavior. It was especially important for Adam to do this, she said, because the girl Mitzi was one of his charges.
"I know the girl," Adam admitted. "Outwardly, she tries to act sexy and grownup, but underneath it all she's just a little girl. She was probably just making up the whole thing to impress her girlfriend."
The hot little bitch! he thought, annoyed. She had to go and blab about getting fucked!
Adam did not relish the idea, but there was nothing he could do but call the ten girls into his office and give them a somewhat delicate lecture about preserving their various virginities and virtues for their own sakes and the sake of good old Bradbury School for Girls..
It was even more embarrassing for him because he'd already been intimate with two of them-no, make that three of them, assuming the mystery girl was one of the group. Mitzi's sniggering didn't help, nor Fanny's embarrassed avoidance of him, and Gabrielle insisted in drawing her hot little tongue over her lips in a suggestive way all the while he was talking. Needless to say, Christine was sitting on the couch directly opposite his desk, with her lovely legs spread to give him a gorgeous view up along her thighs to the crotch!
As the girls filed out, Adam said, "Mitzi, would you stay behind for a moment?"
When the girls left, Adam closed the door securely. He turned to find Mitzi standing in front of him. She threw her arms around his neck, kissed him passionately, then moved one of her hands down to the front of his pants, where she massaged the bulge with enthusiasm.
At another time, Adam might have welcomed the caress, but now he was too annoyed. He peeled her arms from him.
"This is just what I was telling you about a moment ago," he said. "Do you know what all that was about? It started when Miss Henshaw overheard you telling another girl you'd gotten fucked."
Mitzi's. eyes grew wide. "I didn't mention your name, Mr. Fucks."
"Fawkes," Adam corrected.
"I didn't even say it was a teacher at school here," she went on defensively. "But you were so good, I was about busting out with the desire to tell someone I'd had a wonderful male cock up my cunt. I wanted to get the other girls jealous, I suppose."
"Girls?" Adam repeated. "How many did you tell?"
"I don't remember. Just a few. Don't be mad at me. I'll never do it again."
"You can bet your sweet ass you'll never tell anyone again, Mitzi. Because there's not going to be a next time."
Between Pepita and Fanny, Adam realized he could make do. It was better forsaking the redheaded nympho than losing his job.
Mitzi began to cry. In an effort to shut her up, Adam put a consoling arm around her and held her close to him. Before he was even aware of it, his penis was rising up hard in response to Mitzi's subtle caress.
"All right," he said with a sigh. "I can't give you up, Mitzi. You're just too much of a good thing."
Mitzi brightened. "How about tonight. I'll sneak out, and.... "
"Definitely not. Miss Henshaw will be on the prowl for awhile, so it's no fucking at least for the rest of the week."
Reluctantly, the redhead agreed, then kissed him full on the mouth and rubbed her hand all over the bulging front of his trousers. He reciprocated by massaging her breasts through her blouse.
A sound at the door stopped him. It was a tiny sound, as of someone going off balance for an instant and reaching up to steady herself. Someone had been listening at the door!
Adam rose, walked swiftly and silently across the room and threw open the door. No one was there, but he knew he hadn't been mistaken. The girl or girls who'd been there had fled after they'd made the noise.
Well, he thought, with some comfort, at least it wasn't Miss Henshaw.
Thus it was that the nymphomaniac Mitzi was scratched as a sexual partner for awhile. Adam thought that Fanny would give him a visit so he could ram his cock up against her sweet little behind and under it into her cunt, but apparently she was taking the lecture to heart and staying away from him for awhile.
At least, he thought, there's Pepita.
He was wrong about that, too. The Mexican girl's mother had gotten wind that something was up and had ordered her little girl not to fool around. For awhile, Pepita apologized, she'd better obey Mama.
It's either feast or famine, Adam realized.
A bright spot appeared on Friday, when a letter was delivered to Adam at the school. The letter was a surprise, and so was its message:
"Dear Mr. Fawkes:
"Apparently you've made quite an impression on my daughter April. In this, the first week of school, she's telephoned me twice to rave about you as a teacher, a counselor, and a person. "As you probably know, April comes home on weekends. If you're free this Sunday, we'd like you to come have dinner with us. Please send word with April.
Eileen Jackson." Adam smiled. He'd wondered how he could get closer to April, and this seemed like a perfect way. Seeing the girl's mother would also form a smoke screen around his real motivations. In a way it reminded him of his dates with Marge back at the last college, so he could get to her babysitter Melissa. That had worked out pretty well. This might also.
When he saw April after her morning class with him, he told her about her mother's message and said he'd be delighted to accept.
She was genuinely glad. "Gee, that's wonderful, Mr. Fawkes. I know mother is going to like you as much as I do."
For one wild moment Adam thought the teenage girl was going to throw her arms around him and kiss him. But the moment passed, then was gone. Mitzi would have hugged him, but Mitzi was a slut, a walking cunt always available to any man. Sweet, sweet April was another matter. She'd be worth waiting for.
I've never been so damned horny before in my life, Adam thought, frustratedly. Here I am, surrounded by all these luscious young cunts, and there's nothing I can do about it!
There was always masturbation. Adam found this enjoyable while his hand was pulling off his stiff penis, but afterward he inevitably felt cheated that he hadn't had a partner; it seemed like a waste of a good hard-on, so he resisted the impulse.
April left Friday night for her hometown, just a few miles away, and Adam assured her again that he'd see her and her mother on Sunday. If only, Adam thought that night, Miss Henshaw lived in town, he might give in to his temptation to sneak Mitzi out to his cottage for a hot session in the sack. No such luck, however. He fell asleep with an erection thinking about it, and awakened the next morning with it still up stiff and hard.
After a cold shower, he got in his car and drove out to nearby Bradbury Lake to look around. It was Saturday, and already many boats were on its calm waters, and many picnickers were readying tables and blankets on the beaches. It was a small but pleasant lake surrounded by many camps, rolling hills, and woodlands.
It was an ideal setting for the picnic planned by the Bradbury School for Girls, for the students and all the faculty, a month away. Adam had pleasant visions of the girls wearing bathing suits which could easily come off for a scuffle with him in a rowboat or someplace deep in the woods. The prospect pleased him. It would be nice if a few of them showed up now-except they'd be in the company of a mother hen, one of the female instructors at the school, who was committed to watch over them very carefully.
Still, Adam thought, the woman would probably trust him to take a girl out for a boat ride or for a walk in the woods, wouldn't she? After all, he was one of the teachers, too, and above reproach.
Of course, Adam smiled, the notion that I'm going to shove my stiff cock into the girl's hot little cunt would never occur to the older woman.
The thought made him feel better. There was still a way out, even if Miss Henshaw kept up her vigil for longer than Adam was willing to endure without young female flesh.
He drove around the lake, noting that some of the cottages were for rent on a weekly and weekend basis. That was another possibility. If he could convince Miss Henshaw that some of the girls might benefit by a weekend at the lake, he could sneak out there and have some of them.
He was in much better spirits as he drove into the small town of Bradbury. He wasn't anxious to return to the school, so he had dinner at one of the restaurants, then took in a movie. Afterward, on a sudden thought, he drove through the darkened town, following directions April had given him.
April and her mother Eileen lived in a small house on a tree-lined street just off the main drag. Adam parked the car across the street from the house, turned out his lights and kept the motor running. He wasn't sure why he did it. Curiosity perhaps. Possibly a wish to see April in the window. He still recalled how delightful she'd looked in that brief glimpse he'd gotten of her when she'd removed her blouse before the window at school, before Plain Jane-damn her!-had pulled down the shades. Apparently April was so innocent she never thought someone might want to peep in on her undressing.
His attention was drawn by a movement in the living room window. He stared at a pretty brunette in her late thirties who was walking around the well-lighted room. That must be Eileen, April's mother, Adam decided. She was slim and from this distance looked fairly attractive; she'd have to be to mother a doll like April. It promised to be painless courting the older woman while trying to make out with the daughter.
Adam's breath caught as April appeared, dressed in a diaphanous nightgown. Adam strained his eyes to see more, but from where he was it was impossible. The girl pecked her mother on the cheek, then turned and disappeared, obviously heading for bed. Then, the mother walked out of his line of vision.
Adam hesitated a moment, then switched on the car headlights and drove off. It was incredible, but just that distant sight of the young girl had excited him.
Man, he thought wildly, how I'd love to ram my stiff cock up her juicy little cunt!
Adam had used all manner of persuasive tactics with young girls-including blackmail-but he'd never actually raped one. April was innocent, but she wasn't stupid.
Once again he thought: Well, if rape is the only way, then that's what I'll have to do.
And get away with it, of course, he added mentally.
There was no point in going to jail for even a sweet piece of ass like April.
He drove slowly back past the turnoff to the lake and on to Bradbury School, his hand idly massaging his swollen groin while he fantasized thoughts of April. Since it was late, he went right to his cottage, turned on a light and undressed. Naked, he fondled his own genitals, pleased to find his hard-on hadn't gone down a bit.
Only when he turned off the light and crawled into bed did he realize he hadn't drawn the shades as he stood there naked. If any of the girls had looked out of their windows, they couldn't have missed the sight of him standing there in full view.
Adam chuckled. Why the hell not? It might give some of them ideas.
The chuckle died in his throat. As long as one of the girls wasn't Miss Henshaw!