Chapter 4
Glenda Simmons sighed and stood up from her desk, glancing nervously at the clock on the wall. She paced around the desk and went over to gaze drearily out the back window of the clinic reception room, then turned again to the desk, her eyes finding sudden focus on the inter-office telephone.
The pretty brunette did not know when she had ever felt so terrible. She could just kill herself for what she had done yesterday. Not that she held any illusions about what Jimmy Russell had had in mind when he kissed her it had been the most flagrant and obvious sort of advance, and Glenda had no doubt that if she had been willing Jimmy would have pushed it all the way through to its most perverted conclusion. He would have had sex with her if she would have let him.
But even that didn't excuse her own almost hysterical response. She was a mature woman. She'd had medical training, and she knew the facts of life. And, though she might never have completely come to terms with her own sexuality, she did have a reasonable amount of experience. And she certainly should have no problem handling herself with a boy Jimmy's age. Where a tactful but firm refusal would have engendered the youth's respect for her, she had reacted without tact or self-control. And, certainly that reaction would only serve to further alienate Jimmy from the adult world.
But what had really made it all seem so stupid to the school nurse now was that she knew, looking at the matter logically, that she should have expected nothing less than an advance from a boy like Jimmy. She was the school nurse and consequently a symbol of both sexuality and authority to the young male students whose hygiene she was responsible for. And she should have been mentally prepared for Jimmy's overture; she should have been ready to deal with it.
"Damn," Glenda muttered under her breath. The worst part of it was that now any real basis of communication she might try to establish with Jimmy would only be all the more strained. She could hardly even bear the thought of facing him after die way she had acted yesterday. But she knew, difficult as it would be, that she had to try. If she didn't she would never forgive herself.
The conscience-ridden young woman hesitated a moment longer. Then she stepped back to the desk and. with a trembling hand, lifted the telephone receiver.
Glenda stiffened as she heard the brisk knock at the door of the reception room.
"Yes. Who is it?"
"Jimmy," said the familiar voice at the door. A moment later it, opened and the handsome young boy stepped in.
Glenda caught her breath, unable to keep from recalling at the sight of him the little forbidden wisps of pleasure that had coursed spontaneously through her body when he had kissed her and felt her breasts yesterday afternoon. Now, as he walked toward her, swaggering, an arrogant grin on his lips, she was almost petrified. She couldn't control the nervous stuttering in her stomach and she had not the slightest idea of what she should say to him.
"I told them I had a sore throat," Jimmy said. "I got myself excused from General Science class."
"Oh," Glenda said, then added, "Close ... or perhaps you'd better lock, die door."
Jimmy's grin broadened, and the way he looked at her made a chill run down Glenda's spine. He turned and walked back to latch the door, and from his manner the nervous brunette realized almost immediately that again he had the wrong idea about why she had summoned him here.
"Jimmy, I want to apologize for what happened yesterday," Glenda began in a nervous voice. "And I want to try and make you understand ... why I want to spend this time with you."
For a moment Jimmy looked at her in silence. "I think I know why," he said, again starting back toward the desk.
Glenda rose slowly, almost trembling from the hungry way the young boy's eyes descended the length of her lushly formed body. As his eyes lingered greedily upon the fully molded mounds of her breasts, she almost melted beneath his gaze.
"Why are you staring at me that way, Jimmy?" she gasped, biting her lip.
"You liked it yesterday when I kissed you," the young boy said in a terse voice.
"No," Glenda answered, almost too quickly, her own cars noting the lack of conviction in her voice that was confirmed by the youngster's almost knowing expression. "All right," she admitted, looking downward. "Maybe ... I did."
As soon as she said it, Glenda knew it had been the wrong reply. It was an invitation to a repeat of yesterday's episode, and she knew now there would be no preventing a recurrence of that shocking event. Her only hope was to try and control her own reaction.
A moment later Jimmy met her at the corner of the desk, his hands once more reaching around her willowy body, his lips pressing hungrily to hers.
'All right,' Glenda told herself. 'What was the harm, anyway, in one little kiss?'
Exerting all her self-control, she forced herself not to resist. Her body went almost limp, and she closed her eyes, trying to force her mind elsewhere to bring a curtain of oblivion over the rampant want and titillation she derived from the warm embrace in spite of all her efforts to ignore it. But still she could not completely quell the little electric currents of delight that coursed through her body from the wanton contact, and she knew she was in a very vulnerable state.
At last Jimmy dropped his hands away from the school nurse's sensuously curved body and took a step back, gazing at her with an almost fierce determination and lust. She looked back at the confident teenager desperately, her whole body trembling so that for a moment she couldn't even find the words to speak.
"Jimmy, please," she said finally in a quivering voice. "I didn't call you here for this. You've got to believe me."
A now familiar smile, cynical and arrogant, etched itself slowly across the youngster's lips. "I don't believe you," he said. "You think I don't know why you stuck your nose into that business with Superintendent Rathley?"
"Jimmy!" Glenda gasped. "I didn't do that because I wanted something from you. I ... I...."
"Nobody ever does anything for anybody unless they want something in return. You think I don't know that?"
Again the older woman had to remind herself that this was exactly the attitude she should expect from a boy who'd been mistreated as often and had had as much bad luck as Jimmy. Then she almost gasped aloud at his next remark.
"And I know what you want from me too," Jimmy went on. "I've seen the way you've looked at me. It's been pretty obvious for a long time."
Could it be true? the embarrassed brunette wondered desperately. Was it possible she had done something to mislead Jimmy into thinking she had a sexual interest in him? Then her body stiffened as Jimmy stepped back toward her as she stood behind her desk.
Once more Glenda felt his lips brush hers, then drop wetly to the sensitive skin of her neck. His hands moved again to the ripely rounded mounds of her breasts, fingers massaging almost ruthlessly at the vibrant flesh that was hardly protected by the flimsy cups of her brassiere. As she retreated a stop backward, he moved with her, his legs against hers so that she could feel the lewdly shocking prod of the erect cock that tented the crotch of his trousers shoved right up against the softness of her inner thighs. And in spite of all her attempts to resist, the little surges of longing and need that darted out through her body from the titillating contact were undeniable, irresistible.
Then as even more distant-sounding whimpers rose in Glenda's throat as Jimmy began to deftly flick loose the buttons down the front of her uniform, parting the white material slowly away to brazenly reveal the proudly up-thrust mounds of her breasts. Moaning in half-hearted protest, Glenda gazed down in stunned dismay at the humiliating exposure of her voluptuously firm flesh. Somehow she had to get a grip on herself. But it had all happened too fast her secret and forbidden lust had been stimulated before she had had time to resist, and now even she herself was beginning to wonder if Jimmy's arrogant and daring accusation did not hold a grain of truth.
Again Glenda's body stiffened as Jimmy stood on his tiptoes to whisper softly into her ear, "Come on, Miss Simmons. You know you want it. You know you want it as bad as I do."
The pretty older woman shook her head in a desperate attempt to convey her unconvincing negation, but as Jimmy lowered his head again to kiss and lick along the smooth upper portions of her breast above the top of her tight-fitting brassiere cups, she felt her resolve further weakening. For an extended moment she hung in limbo, knowing now that what Jimmy had said was at least partially true and admitting finally to herself that in spite of everything she did want him. She even conceded mentally that this must have been at least an unconscious factor in her intervention on his behalf with the superintendent.
Then, another soft whimper rising in her throat, she brought her hands slowly upward, running them softly over Jimmy's back and up into his curly hair as she held his head against her bosom. For a few brief moments Glenda let herself go completely. She forgot where she was, who she was, who Jimmy was, and basked deliriously in her own perverted excitement as she felt the young boy kiss and suck at the sensitive upper portions of her breast. As he laved the trembling mound, he ran his hands eagerly down her back to the ripely rounded half-moons of her buttocks, hugging her loins even more tightly to his so she was even further aware of the lustful prodding of his rigidly erected cock against her quaking thigh.
Then gradually a feeble twinkling of sanity returned. She realized that if she did not stop now she would lose her control completely, and with a mewling whimper of frustration, she rallied her strength and pushed Jimmy away.
For a moment Glenda stared down, aghast, at the lewdly shocking sight of her own half-exposed breasts. Jimmy had unbuttoned her uniform all the way down below her waist, and between the lush brassiere-clad mounds she could see her panties hanging low on her hips so that just a few forbidden curls of soft pubic hair were visible above the tight elastic waistband.
Then, as she lifted her eyes, Glenda could hardly believe the smirk on Jimmy's face. "You know what you are, Miss Simmons," the youngster said in a derisive voice, "you're a prick tease, nothing but a prick tease."
Glenda knew she had really made a mess of things now. For during those brief moments when she had let herself go, she had really been leading Jimmy on. She had invited and welcomed his advances. She had encouraged him. And now everything he accused her of was, in one sense, true. Somehow she had to repair the damage. But how? How?
Then her legs almost went weak from the obscenely shocking idea that came to her. it was too perverted for words, yet even in that perversion it assumed a strangely positive character. And by the same token, this perversity tapped at a masochistic source in Glenda she hadn't till now even known existed. But what better way could there be, she asked herself, to prove her own good intentions than by giving Jimmy, the pleasure he wanted and, even more, at the same time denying her own forbidden lust?
"Yeah," Jimmy continued, "you're just a prick tease! You're not only as bad as the others, Mr. Rathley even, you're worse!"
Glenda narrowed her eyes, looking down again at her half revealed breasts rising and falling heavily with her strained breathing. She caught her breath trying to fight down the little wisps of masochistic pleasure swelling in her loins at the mere thought of what she was about to do. Then she looked back, narrow-eyed, at the leering youngster.
"All right, Jimmy," she said in a softly quivering voice. "I'm going to do something for you. I want to prove at least part of what you said isn't true. I'm not a ... prick tease, and I've had no intentions of deceiving you or leading you on. Just promise me you'll never tell anybody."
"Tell them what?"
Glenda hesitated before she spoke again, her eyes descending pleadingly to the telltale bulge in Jimmy's trousers. She could see he was really excited, and she knew that above and beyond all the other moral considerations, she had no right to leave him in this state of frustration. But still it took every bit of courage she could muster to make her next statement.
"Promise me you won't tell. I'm going to suck you off."
Glenda caught the flicker of shock on Jimmy's face, then quickly the young boy composed himself, managing to look almost serious.
"No," he said, "I wont tell anybody, Miss Simmons. I promise."
Still hardly able to believe the lewd idea she'd conceived, Glenda nodded her head. "All right," she said softly. "Come on into the back room where the bed is."
The school nurse brushed past her young patient and went down the little corridor that led to the examination room at the rear of the clinic. She couldn't even imagine how she had conceived Of this obscene manner of appeasement. Glenda had never in her life submitted willingly to oral sex. Several times during her nursing school days the young man who'd for a short while been her fianc‚, had pushed her face down to his loins during moments of frenzy and passion. On those occasions she had submitted, but always with reluctance and distaste.
Yet now in spite of everything she felt herself longing to perform the act she had always previously abhorred. She wanted to subjugate herself before Jimmy. She wanted to rid his mind of every question and suspicion about her sincerity, and humiliating herself in the debasing act of sucking his cock was the most perfect way she could think of to do so.
"Lie down on the bed," Glenda said as Jimmy came through the door into the little examination room after her.
Almost delirious with her own rising masochistic want, Glenda watched through watering eyes as Jimmy walked over and stretched out on his back on the narrow hospital bed, looking back at her with eagerness still mixed with challenging derision. He was daring her to go through with this obscene thing she'd proposed, and as she stepped slowly toward the bed Glenda was almost overwhelmed by the unexpected strength of her own depraved desire. What had begun moments ago as an outlandish but pragmatic plan to convince the young boy of her sincerity and try to re-establish the avenue of trust and communication between them had now become an overriding lust and all the more so in its very unspeakable perversion.
Then, sighing softly, she leaned against the edge of the bed and reached down with a trembling hand to undo the zipper of his Levi's and flick her fingers deftly inside the fly of his trousers.
Jimmy's hips jerked in sudden excitement as she closed her fingers around the throbbing shaft of his rock-hard young penis. It swelled perceptibly in her hand as she worked it out of the fly, freeing it to loom suddenly upward with a twitch to a shockingly dilated erection.
A soft moan rising in her throat, Glenda bent the throbbing cock shaft slowly backward, tugging gently at the foreskin and drawing it teasingly up and down from the nakedly pulsing head. She continued this for several moments, the rhythmic stroking prompting the young boy's already swollen penis to assume even more stunning proportions. Then as Jimmy groaned beneath her, Glenda slowly decreased the up-and-down skinning movements, holding the lust-inflamed hardness of the young boy's cock motionless in her hand, aimed straight up from his loins toward her face as she leaned lower toward him.
At last, her face poised just inches above the youngster's expectantly throbbing member, Glenda hesitated. In a momentary flash of sanity she realized how absolutely mad she must be to perform this obscene act. She was courting disaster, and she knew there was not a reason in the world for her to believe that once she had done it, once she had sucked Jimmy's penis, he would keep it secret. But by the same token, she knew that if now she questioned his trustworthiness, she could do him irreparable emotional and psychological damage. And she had promised. If she went back on her word now she wouldn't even have the right to expect him to believe anything else she ever said.
It was too late to back out! Even recognizing its sheer madness, she had to go through with this lewd act of perversion no matter what the consequences might be.
Slowly Glenda flipped her tongue from her mouth to moisten her voluptuously glistening lips breathing softly over the bulbous glans of Jimmy's exposed cock-head that shone with a tiny droplet of seminal fluid that had issued from it.
"Oooooh," Jimmy groaned, his hips jerking in a spontaneous motion at the sight of the school nurse pursing her lips just inches away from the lust-swollen head of his cock. "Yes, Miss Simmons," he gasped. "Suck it, Miss Simmons. Suck my cock."
Deriving an even wilder pleasure at those blunt words, the older woman resumed the gentle up-and-down skinning motion of her fingers along the resiliently throbbing cock-shaft. Gingerly she flicked her tongue from between her lips, the saliva-wet tip coming into suddenly shocking contact with the throbbing head of Jimmy's up-thrust penis. She circled her tongue deliberately around the rubbery protuberance, hearing the youngster's further excited moans and feelings his hips twitch even more wildly in response to the arousing sensation.
The tip of her tongue found the tiny opening of the glans and darted wetly in to lick up the little seminal droplet, its tangy taste serving only to further stimulate her own unnatural craving. Then her hand slipped softly to the base of the pulsing shaft as she continued to lick teasingly at the bulbous head yet still refused to actually take it into her mouth.
For a moment longer Jimmy lay passively beneath her. Then with a sudden deep groan he reached down into her long dark hair, holding her face firmly to his loins as he thrust his hips eagerly upward.
With a muffled cry of mixed delight and protest, Glenda submitted to the lewdly shocking invasion, accepting the warmly pulsing young cock that now violated her mouth. It almost choked her, but she derived a wanton masochistic pleasure from the boy's sudden display of aggression, surrendering her lips unprotestingly as she felt the urgently palpitating head of Jimmy's penis crushed into the moist tenderness of her mouth, penetrating almost to the back of her throat. Then, purring softly around the throbbing shaft, she began to suck.
Jimmy's hips quivered on the hard mattress of the narrow clinic bed as he felt Miss Simmons close her voluptuous lips tightly around his hard-fleshed cock-shaft, sucking almost the whole length Of the resiliently throbbing member up into her mouth. He groaned, shoving his hips upward to ram the pulsing hardness even deeper as the school nurse began to suck in earnest.
Glenda closed her eyes, a little whimper of submissive pleasure issuing from her throat around the palpitating hardness shoving into her yielding mouth. The obscenely throbbing head plunged again and again down the full length of her tongue to embed itself far in the back of her throat as the young boy squirmed eagerly upward. With another wanton groan she intensified her own response, beginning to work her head up and down in a bobbing motion over his loins to further increase the warm moist friction on his rampantly distended rigidity.
Now Glenda was really beginning to shed her inhibitions, thrusting herself body and soul without restraint into the lewd task of sucking Jimmy's cock. She concentrated all her efforts on it, making gurgling sounds deep in her throat and yielding up her. avidly working mouth totally for his pleasure, sucking ravenously and already beginning to hunger for the sweet-tasting semen she knew must even now be beginning to well up in the teenager's throbbing testicles.
"Ooooooh," Jimmy groaned from the even more intense sensation of the school nurse's tongue swishing up and down the pulsating rod of his aching cock. He ran his fingers eagerly through her hair, holding her face tightly against his loins as he lunged his slender buttocks furiously upward, deriving a brutal pleasure from his obscene subjugation Of the older woman.
"Emmmmmm," Glenda purred submissively, her body coming to life in response to her own masochistic surrender. She gurgled, sucking hungrily on the lust-inflamed hardness shoving deeper and deeper up into her mouth, her body starting to sway as she dropped one of her hands down to stroke eagerly over her own sensitive loins through her uniform skirt. She bobbed her head faster and faster, her teeth scratching lightly up and down the sensitive skin of Jimmy's penis, her tongue still swiping and twirling over the palpitating head with maddening effect.
For a brief instant, the school nurse gain realized the sheer madness of what she was doing. The idea she'd so generously conceived was an open invitation to humiliation and disaster, and she didn't know how she would ever live it down if anyone found out about what she had done. Yet now even that hardly seemed to matter. She didn't think she had ever been so excited in her life. Her whole body was starting to cry out with her lewdly unleashed passion and she hungered for the cum that she could sense was even now beginning to surge in Jimmy's testicles. Sucking with even greater fervor, she put all thought of consequences from her mind.
A moment later Jimmy moaned again, then she felt his body stiffen beneath her.
"Uh-oh," he gasped, his buttocks sinking down into the thin mattress as he tried to gain control over his spiraling want.
The older woman knew the cum was welling up in his balls now and there wasn't going to be a way in the world he could control it much longer. He was going to cum whether he was ready to or not, and from the tightening grip of his fingers in her hair, she realized he was determined to shoot off into her mouth.
'Yes, yes!' Glenda thought, silenced by the erectly throbbing cock that filled her mouth, able to communicate her own desire only by further intensification of the lewd sucking and the eager swishing of her tongue upon the resiliently sensitive smoothness. Yet even wanting it, she couldn't quite control her own hesitation as she felt Jimmy begin to hunch again, thrusting his loins upward in a staccato rhythm to drive the lewdly palpitating shaft even more swiftly in and out of her yielding mouth. But she couldn't have escaped even if she had really wanted to. Jimmy was taking no chances; he held too tightly to her hair, and there was no way she could draw her head away.
Then at last, with another muffled whimper, she buried her face even more snugly in the boy's churning loins, forgetting her own apprehension. Instants later she felt the first droplet of warm, fresh-tasting sperm come spewing into her mouth.
Glenda gulped, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed to keep from choking, determined not to lose a single droplet of the precious life-giving fluid that splattered in a hot torrent against the back of her throat.
Mewls of submission spewing from her violated lips, she bobbed her head eagerly, her own lustful fervor serving only to compound her obscene degradation.
For a few moments longer Jimmy grunted and groaned, tossing his body wildly on the narrow mattress and holding Miss Simmons' face tightly to his loins. Then with a gasp he sank down tiredly, his hands dropping slowly from the school nurse's hair. Glenda whimpered softly, continuing to suck as the last droplet of cum spurted into her mouth.
Then she let the deflating cock-shaft drop from her lips and raised her head slowly, staring in shame and humiliation at the young boy on the bed.
Jimmy grinned. "It won't take me but a minute, Miss Simmons, to get it up again. Then I'll really do it to you."
With narrowed eyes, Glenda gazed down at the youngster's still exposed, now limp cock glistening with the mixture of his spent semen and the saliva from her own mouth. She half turned away, reaching up with her hand to wipe her lust-soiled lips. Then she looked back, her body quivering with her own still unfulfilled arousal as she shook her head.
"No, Jimmy," she said softly. "you go on. It's almost time for your next class."
"But...."
"No," she said firmly. "I did this to prove something to you. I'm not a prick tease. But I'm not going to make love to you, even though I might want to now...."
The want and need that her masochistic excitement had generated smoldered in the curvaceous brunette now like a fiery ball that racked the voluptuous flesh of her shapely body as Glenda turned slowly and walked out the door and back down the corridor to the reception room. Tears filled her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as she resumed her scat behind the desk.
A few moments later when Jimmy grinning triumphantly, passed through, she, couldn't even meet his gaze.