Chapter 7
Lunchtime in the big dining room among the chattering girls made Adam nervous. His natural instincts wanted him to look at all the lovely young femininity so near and yet so far, but his proximity to Miss Henshaw and the other old maid teachers made anything except quick, surreptitious glances a dangerous undertaking.
There was Pepita, for example: bustling about in her short, white uniform, bending and stretching, sometimes even squatting, showing off her curvy brown legs often to the crotch, her wiggling rear end with the white cloth stretched tantalizing across it, and the front of it which seemed incapable of containing and restraining the bounce and jiggle of her youthful breasts.
Then there was Mitzi, the red-headed nympho who'd already fucked him and given him a blowjob under the nose (in a manner of speaking) of Miss Henshaw. She was diddling herself under the table again, and looking at him as though she was about to leap up and attack him sexually.
Fanny, whose backside, legs and crotch he'd fondled intimately, was making a point of not looking in his direction at all. She'd undoubtedly enjoyed it as much as he had, but was currently refusing to admit that anything had happened between them. That was okay with Adam; she could read a book if she wanted while sitting on his stiff penis and letting it glide up inside her.
Gabrielle, the French exchange student, gave him another of her smoldering glances. She seemed to enjoy eating stalks of celery, carrots and other phallic vegetables; whenever he glanced at her, she was shoving one in her mouth or licking it sensuously. Adam felt a warm glow in his genitals. Mitzi had been pretty good at sucking him off, but he was sure Gabrielle would be an expert. He was looking forward to it.
And of course there was tall, blonde Christine, who was regarding the whole thing with amusement, as though she knew exactly what was going on between the students and the new male teacher. Well, perhaps she did, at least part of the way, if she were the one with the binoculars.
Christine was in his first afternoon class, and as usual she gave him a free and easy view of her long, slim legs and everything in between. She wore panties, but the kind that were very skimpy and almost transparent. As a result, Adam could see wisps of blonde pubic hair sprouting around the edges of the cloth in her crotch and matted tangles of it under the cloth. It was a sight that inspired his libido but which made concentration on the English course difficult. What intrigued him most was that the girl was fully aware of the show she was putting on; it seemed for his benefit, in fact. From time to time she would look up and catch him staring at her crotch. Instead of frowning and snapping her legs together, she'd smile and leave her legs as they were; other times she would open them wider. Before the class was over, Adam found himself sweating profusely. Also, his batteries had without a doubt recharged, for his penis was up stiff in his pants and ready for more action.
On the way back to his office, he held some books in front of him so no one would notice the telltale bulge in his pants. He sat down behind his desk and waited. There were some scholastic chores to be done, but he was too nervous to do them. He'd had such phenomenally good luck in his brief stay at the school, he found himself anticipating it would continue at the same rapid pace.
When a knock sounded at the door and the door opened, he thought it might be Christine, ready to remove her panties and give him a better view of her blonde crotch. Or else Gabrielle of the bright lips, searching for something besides a carrot and a celery stalk to lick and nibble on.
To his surprise, it was Plain Jane. She was shy as usual, and apologetic about coming to see him. But he insisted she was not interrupting anything at all. When she entered quite timidly, he x-rayed her with his eyes. Not the best figure in the world, he decided, but not bad. She was certainly very fuckable. When she was older, he might not give her a second look, but as a teenager, her body was very definitely worthwhile.
"I-I want to talk to you about some of the courses I'm taking," she said.
Adam was sure she was lying about that. Mitzi had probably bragged about what a great lay he'd been, so the girls all knew here was an older, experienced, discreet man with whom they could experience any form of sexual thrill without the dangers usually involved in such experiences. In other words, they could fuck to their little hearts' content, and no one would ever know.
It surprised him that Plain Jane should be the first.
As she talked on, Adam slitted his eyes and tried to picture her naked. He imagined his hands roaming over her slim breasts, her wide hips, between her virginal legs. It was a nice feeling, and it gave him a warm glow. Adam wondered what his approach should be. It would have to be subtle with this one-do it slowly, gradually, so she wasn't aware of what was happening until it was actually happening.
"So what do you think, Mr. Fawkes?" she asked him.
The question surprised Adam. He recalled vaguely she'd been discussing the possibility of changing her major. He said, "I think it's a little too early to decide. After all, it's only the first day of the new semester. Give it another week at least, then well talk about it."
He walked casually around the desk, perched on the edge, leaned forward and patted her knee in an affectionate pseudo-fatherly fashion.
She leaped up and backed away toward the door. "Thanks, Mr. Fawkes. I will. I mean, I will talk to you real soon."
Then she was gone, leaving Adam to stare at the closed door. He wondered what she really had on her mind. He thought it had been seduction, but then his limited progress with her was disappointing. Still, even a hand on a knee was a start in the right direction.
His last class of the day was uneventful. There were a few glimpses of naked thigh, but nothing like he was getting used to. He sailed through the class lecture with ease and was surprised at how soon it was over.
He wandered into the kitchen, ostensibly to see what was for dinner, but actually to see young Pepita without the other teachers around. He expected to see the girl's mother, a necessary evil, but he was informed by the young girl that the older woman had taken a station wagon into town for some last minute supplies. Meanwhile, things were cooking right along on schedule; delightful food odors filled the room to prove it.
"You're a very pretty girl, Pepita," Adam said, meaning it as a sincere compliment.
Pepita blushed, but flashed him a smile that showed he'd scored a fast point with the remark. She had a nice smile. Nice long black hair, too, that Adam thought would feel nice between his fingers-or between his thighs, while her teeth flashed over his genitals and nibbled at his stiff cock. She reminded him very much of Maria, the young whore trainee he'd had in Mazatlan.
"You should be going to school, too, Pepita," he said.
Pepita shrugged. "I must help my mother."
"Perhaps I could teach you things," Adam offered, "in your spare time and my spare time. But of course we mustn't tell anyone about it."
Her face flashed enthusiasm for the idea. "Oh, Senor Fawkes, that would be wonderful. But how could I ever repay you?"
Adam managed to suppress a grin. "Don't worry about that, Pepita. We'll think if something."
The fat mother came barging into the kitchen just then with her arms full of groceries, so Adam beat a hasty retreat. He felt pretty good about the points he'd scored. He expected to be at Bradbury for a long time, so he might as well line up as many young conquests as he could.
Dinnertime was a repetition of the noontime meal, except the food was different. Gabrielle insisted on trying to drive him out of his mind with her making oral love to carrots and celery stalks and even whole pickles. Adam thought with amusement how he ought to sneak into the kitchen and play a practical joke on her by jerking off onto those vegetables, so she'd really taste something closer to her fantasy.
He spent the evening in his office, correcting papers and figuring out the assignments and class work for the next day. From time to time his thoughts drifted to the-various girls under his counseling wing. He could have Mitzi any time he wished, which was nice. Fanny was a distinct possibility, if he approached her correctly-probably from the rear. Unless Christine was a tease, the constant opening of her thighs promised an invitation to do more than just look if conditions were right. Perhaps it was wishful thinking but he was sure one of these days or nights, Gabrielle would be sucking him off.
The others were unknown quantities. Jane was a possibility, Barbara and Bonnie the twins would be delightful, and April-well, she was the epitome of all the young girls he'd ever fucked or ever wanted to have sex with. Elsa would be good for practice. As for Tracy, he wasn't sure he wanted to bother-except perhaps to teach her a lesson she would never forget.
By the time Adam had run down the list of girls, his loins ached and he was sorry he'd told Mitzi not to sneak down to his cottage this night.
It was around ten o'clock when he strolled across the campus to his cottage. He paused at his door to look back at the second story windows where the girls roomed. Only a few lights were still lit, and those windows were covered with drawn shades.
Adam started to undress in the dark when a thought came to him. He wondered if any of the girls were sitting by their windows looking out, either innocently or with an eye to seeing what their new male teacher was up to. Well, he decided, why not give them a treat. He switched on the light and without bothering to draw his own shades, undressed.
He had a good healthy body, one he was not ashamed of clothed or naked. Ordinarily, he wasn't an exhibitionist, but he knew from past experience that some young girls are turned on sexually by the sight of a naked man they think isn't aware of their watching. He was hoping this would be the effect now, that perhaps it would put sexual ideas into the pretty heads that hadn't thought of them, and augment the ideas that were in the heads of others. In the un-likely event someone reported it, he could apologize profusely and claim it was an accident.
Naked, he walked around the room for a few minutes as though searching for something. Finally, he put on his pajamas, turned out the light and climbed into bed. He looked up at the school building. All the lights were out in the rooms now. Perhaps, he thought hopefully, Mitzi had witnessed his nude scene. If she had, she'd waste no time in getting into his bed for a hot time.
He wanted to remain awake, but the long day's work and the sexual excitement and orgasms he'd had made him tired. He dozed.
It was early in the morning when he became vaguely aware that the front door had opened and someone was in the room with him. He was sure of it when someone slipped into bed under the covers, pressed naked breasts against him and reached down into his pajamas to play with his penis.
"Mitzi?" he said, trying to come awake.
"Yes," she said. "Shh!"
There was neither the need nor the desire for conversation. Besides, her lips blocked that. Her mouth covered his, and her tongue shot past his lips in tiny, swift darting motions. Her hands moved over his chest, undoing the buttons of his pajama tops so she could rake her breasts over his naked flesh. Before her fingers, the snaps on his bottoms came loose, and quickly he shucked them off.
The girl had no clothes on at all. As she pressed her thighs and crotch into his leg, he let his hands roam over her thrusting buttocks, down past the crevice, over her undulating hips into the pubic region, where he inserted a finger through the jungle of pubic hair into the hot, damp opening. His finger found her clitoris and rubbed it back and forth; she sighed and thrust even more spasmodically against him but made no outcry. His other hand busied itself on her breasts, fingering the nipples into stiffness.
Her own hands were busy on him. She cradled his testicles with one hand and gently squeezed them, while her other hand worked up and down the shaft, making it harder than ever. She clutched and grabbed at him as though it had been too long since she'd had a man; her breathing was ragged. He could feel her heart beating swiftly when she pressed close to him with her breasts.
Adam had been sexually excited all afternoon and evening, and the stimulation was getting to him fast. He tried to roll over on top of her, but she said "No!" and straddled him, holding his stiff penis ready as she lowered her crotch onto it. Adam gasped as it entered her all the way. He wished he could see her face, but her body was in silhouette. Still, he could feel it. He reached up and fondled her breasts as she rose and descended upon him, raising her body up so that his penis almost came free from her vaginal lips, then lowering herself with a kind of corkscrewing motion of her hips designed to give him an extra burst of pleasure. She moved up and down slowly at first, gradually increasing her tempo, and Adam thrust upward in synchronization with her descending body. He held back, savoring the pleasure, wanting it to last. There was another reason for it, and the remote part of his mind still calm realized it.
Up and down she went, faster and faster. She panted. Her entire body glistened with sweat. She was very excited. Her nipples grew harder to his touch as he massaged her trembling breasts. The walls of her genitals expanded and contracted as she advanced into the final stages toward orgasm.
Adam couldn't hardly hold back any longer. The pressure and the suction was just too much. His penis seemed like it was going to burst, yet he held back. It was important to make this one last a little while longer, perhaps only a few seconds would do. With a supreme effort, he managed it, and was rewarded by her soft outcry, by the violent shuddering of her body that meant she was coming.
It was his turn. He gripped her hips and rammed his penis deep into her and let go with a series of spasms that shook the bedsprings.
When he was through, she disengaged herself, rose, and moved away.
"Hey, wait," he said, She didn't wait. The door opened and closed. Adam pressed his face close to the window, but all he saw was a fleeting figure in the dim light, a young female drawing on a diaphanous robe as she ran toward the school building.
Adam fell back onto the bed, tired but happy, yet also puzzled. Early in the session he'd known the girl wasn't Mitzi; the redhead would've talked more, stayed longer, been noisier while she was coming. He'd hoped to detain her long enough to find out, but she'd fled too soon.
The new conquest had been fun, but the mystery puzzled him.
Which one of the girls was it?