Chapter 3
Lucy was sitting in her room, without the light, even though it was getting dark. She was still pretty low and the weather had not cleared up. She did not look forward to dinner in the dining room, almost alone, and then an evening of some records and television.
On weekends, they were allowed to wear their own clothes, but even these were regulated. Slacks were only allowed during a corresponding activity, such as sports.
Otherwise, the dress was a skirt and blouse. The blouse had to be loose, but they weren't that strict on how loose. Lucy was a bit shocked when she saw the bosoms on some of the older girls, and the way they displayed them.
Lucy was still too knew to know how to get around rules. She had come here thinking that this was a strict school, and that was the reason she was here. Her parents wanted her to "straighten out." To Lucy, it was more a prison than anything else.
Lucy thought about what Roseann said about there being other men in such a school, even though there were no boys. She knew the male teachers, but they seemed so prim and proper. Only one, Mr. Gallows, the English teacher, looked at the girls openly.
Why, one day, Lucy was shocked to see him talking to one of the girls quite openly and he seemed to be saying suggestive things. The girl laughed and winked and Lucy thought that she must be mistaken about what they were saying.
Nevertheless, she did catch him looking her way. She was in school only a few weeks when she was working on an English composition in the day room. Mr. Gallows came in. He looked around and when he saw Lucy, he looked very long and hard.
He was looking at her breasts, and her legs, and she found herself getting a bit embarrassed. She was blushing and he saw that she was. He smiled, but there was something she could not read in his eyes. He was watching her legs and traveling up her legs to her thighs and panties with his eyes. She felt almost naked in front of him.
Then something else happened to Lucy. She became excited by what she was experiencing. She found her panties getting wet from the desires running through her. It had been months since any boy had touched her and after her first experience with sex she wanted more.
Much as she thought about this, it did not help her now. She was alone in her room and dinner was about an hour away. There was nothing that she wanted to do. Well, there was one thing she wanted to do, but it was impossible without help. She sat in the chair and crossed her legs, Indian fashion, put her chin in her hand and sulked.
Downstairs, Ed Gallows was parking his car. He had been careful about checking on Lucy. He had gotten hold of the list of those on leave from the school for the weekend, and saw that Lucy's name was missing. Good, she was here.
Ed was not very old. He was along in his early fifties, but he managed to keep himself very well. He liked clothes and chose them well for himself. He was very careful about his dress and his grooming.
He did not approach all the girls. He had learned just which ones were vulnerable to him. He liked the younger ones, too. He taught Freshman English, fortunately, and he got to know all the young girls.
He thought that he recognized the signs in Lucy Granger that first day in his class, but he couldn't be sure. So he bided his time. Let her get used to the routine here and if she was right for him, she would be even riper for his plucking.
She looked discontent, and he had heard the faculty discussing her. Something about her parents not being able to cope with her sudden wildness. She had been such a good girl all this time, and not ever any trouble from her.
But, as she got involved with this new girl on the block, this wild thing, Lucy just followed right along. Her parents did not say just what the wildness included, but merely that they could not control her anymore.
Lucy had taken to coming in at terrible hours. No doubt, this other girl was responsible for it, but there was no other way to deal with it. This other girl's parents were obviously very permissive with her and they were no recourse for the Grangers.
They could not talk to their daughter and finally, they made application for Lucy at the school. It was the middle of the year, but her parents pjeaded with the school, and they decided to allow her to come along.
This sounded interesting to Ed. He smoothed his hair, and walked up the front stairs of the residence. Faculty was allowed in the school-dormitory building whenever it was necessary. The teacher's lounge was on the ground floor and the classrooms were scattered throughout the first to the third floors.
There was another dormitory building. That one, however, was new and considered a privilege for older girls. The juniors and seniors lived there.
Ed Gallows would just say that he was in the building to do some work on the tests coming up. Even though he had an alibi for many years, no one had ever challenged him yet. Perhaps it was the precise way in which he chose the girls. Not one of them had ever made a complaint.
Most people, looking at this man would think he was a dedicated teacher, coming in on Saturday to do extra work, perhaps for the students who had a hard time with the regular work. His tweed jacket, with the leather patches, gave him a very respectable appearance.
No one was in the main hall as he entered, and he strode up to the second floor to his room. He did some work for a few moments, but he could not keep his mind off what he wanted to do. He could feel the pressure against his trousers and knew that he had better be getting upstairs.
Ed was a thorough man. He had noted that Lucy's roommate was out for the weekend. There would be no one to contend with. Once he was in the room there would be no problems.
As he neared the blank, but sturdy door, Ed listened for sounds. He heard nothing, and cursed, thinking that she might be involved with one of the activities available for rainy days.
He knocked and heard no response. He was cursing his luck, but then decided to open the door slowly and look in. There was Lucy, in the chair, with her hands in her lap.
Instantly, he figured that he had interrupted her masturbating. There was such a look of melancholy on her face, however, that he quickly put that thought aside.
"Hello, Lucy. Did I disturb you?"
"Hello, Mr. Gallows. No."
The gloom was in her voice and Ed felt more secure than ever. He came over and sat by her.
"Is anything wrong?"
"Nothing, I suppose. And, everything."
"Would it help to talk?"
"I don't know. I guess."
Ed settled himself more comfortably on the bed and opened his jacket. He watched her, trying to hold his erection down.
"I just realized that this is Saturday and you're here. I didn't know that teachers came to school on Saturday."
"Not all. But, then, many of us find it necessary to complete all the course work that is required of us. You see, Lucy, teaching is not as easy as you think."
Lucy was taken by his words. She just listened to what he was saying about tests and how he thought that she was doing well for someone who was uprooted in midterm.
"Incidentally, that was one thing that I wanted to talk to you about."
"What is that?"
"We don't usually have someone transfer into the school at this time of the year. Have you been in trouble?"
Lucky looked up at him and he thought she seemed frightened. He didn't want to play the heavy, as that would not suit the role he was attempting.
"Come now. I am not here to interrogate you. It is just that I think that you could do better in your grades, and when I find a student like you who is producing work that is not her best, I try to find out why."
"I guess I'm not concentrating."
"Perhaps there's something that we could take care of, and dispatch with. You know, get it out of the way."
"I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Gallows."
"For one thing, why are you here? You don't seem to like the school."
"I don't! I am beginning to hate it!"
Lucy got out of the chair and walked to the window. The rain was still falling only it was less forceful. She was talking more to herself than to Ed Gallows.
"I thought it would be all right, otherwise I never would have come. But, then, what choice did I have? My parents would have forced me."
"Sure, I guess that I could have stayed at home, but they would have forced me to stay in school and I would never get out. They thought that I did some terrible things. And it wasn't true!"
"What things?"
"Just things. No, I'll tell you. They thought that I was going with boys and doing all sorts of things."
"You mean like touching and kissing?"
"And worse. They looked at me as though I was screwing every one of the boys in the neighborhood."
Lucy was embarrassed after she had said that and she turned around to Mr. Gallows. Her face was red and she smiled weakly.
"I guess that I shouldn't have said that word. I'm sorry."
"Was it true?"
"No! It wasn't!"
"Then why did they think that?"
"Because I got friendly with this new girl. She's a couple of years older than me and she knew all the great places to go. We would talk about sex, I admit that, and she would tell me all about it, but I just didn't want to do it."
"You mean that you never once wanted to, well, do anything with these boys?"
"I don't mean that. I wanted to, sometimes, but none of the boys that she knew turned me on. Not until Timmy."
This was getting more interesting and Ed could feel his blood rise. He loved to hear about young kids making love.
"Who is Timmy?"
"This girl's brother. He's seventeen and I liked him from the first time we met. But, with me being so much younger, I didn't think that he would look at me. I mean, he can go out with the older girls."
"Sometimes, boys and men prefer younger girls."
"I found that out on the day my parents told me about this school."
"What happened to make you realize this?"
"It was just that he showed that he liked me. That's all."
"Did he do that with his body? Your body?"
Lucy began to blush and she looked away. It just didn't seem right to be talking about this to a male teacher in her room. Suddenly, the words that Roseann had spoken came back to her. There would be plenty of chances for sex besides going with boys.
Lucy felt a flush go through her, but this time, it wasn't because of any embarrassment. She was getting excited. She thought about how long it had been since she had been with Timmy. That had been the only time.
She decided to explore the possibilities. Why was he talking to her? There was no one around now either.
"Yes. Timmy did things to me that made me know he cared."
"What kind of things? Can you tell me?"
Ed was getting hot now. He was anticipating any details that he could get from Lucy. He was beginning to think that everything was falling into place.
The words, however, the dialogue, was something that he was very familiar with. Of course, there were other scenes, and different situations, but the ad lib part was small. He could get right in and get the answers and the reactions that narrowed the field for him.
"Well, he touched me in some private places. And he made me lie down."
Lucy walked over to the bed. She stayed out of reach from Ed, but she was looking at him. She could feel her panties growing wet and she wanted to get to whatever there was.
"Did he touch you there?"
Ed pointed to her crotch. Lucy looked straight at him and smiled at him.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"If I were Timmy, I would want to touch you there."
"Would you?"
"Yes."
Ed reached out for Lucy and she let him touch her skirt. Without taking his eyes from her face, Ed then went under her skirt and slipped his fingers inside the panty leg. He was rewarded by the gush of cream on his fingers.
"You must be very eager to do something. You're wet."
"I know what I want to do."
Ed took the cue and ran his fingers along her slit to her vagina. He thrust his two fingers into the opening and Lucy almost swooned with the feeling.
"It's been so long since anyone did that. Except myself."
"It's just not the same that way, is it, Lucy?"
"No. I want something in there. You know what, too."
Ed patted his hard crotch for emphasis as he replied to her remark.
"Lucy, I know all about it. I want it in there for you."
What happened next was quick. Lucy came to the bed as Ed pulled her down onto it. She let him pull her panties off and then, he took his large cock out of his trousers.
Lucy immediately seized the long prick, squeezing it, perhaps a bit too tightly. Ed moaned, but did not ask her to stop. He recognized the sheer spontaneity and he liked that. He could not bring himself to curb that fantastic characteristic of his newest girl.
Lucy was alive with all the passion that she had been using on herself. She wanted the fulfillment that she needed. She had been given an opportunity to have it months ago, and that was it. She was in desperate need of this release and she was not about to give it up.
Ed realized that he would have to act pretty fast to keep her interested. He wondered if she had ever experienced much oral sex. He doubted it, since young boys ten to go for the main event without any real foreplay.
Ed pulled Lucy's skirt up, and then he got down and began to lick her wet pussy. Lucy nearly shrieked from pleasure. It was something that she had never experienced before.
"Mr. Gallows!"
"Ed, please."
"Oh, Ed! Wow! I never felt anything like this!"
"Relax. There's more to come!"
Lucy tried to relax on the bed as Ed ground his face into her wetness. He was licking her clitoris and then, along the insides of the lips. Once he got very close to her vagina, he stuck his tongue way up.
"No! I can't take it!"
"You can take that and more. You'll see," Ed went back to his work. He was enjoying the taste of her pussy. He loved being the first one to teach them things. Not too many of the young ones, even, were virgins, however. He considered himself extremely fortunate to come across a cherry every so often.
Ed was thinking about giving it to her. He would have preferred it to be the first time, but he wasn't stupid. Lucy was by no means an ugly girl. Several guys had been after her and she said that one had been special.
"Did this Timmy put it into you?"
Lucy nodded her answer and pushed her head back against the mattress. She didn't want him to stop. Although Ed continued what he was doing, he was a bit disheartened. He would have liked to have had another cherry. They were getting more difficult to find.
Nevertheless, Ed was pleased by the reactions that he was getting from Lucy and he bent to his mouthing with some relish. He licked her clean, only to have her secrete more cream and his task would be cut out for him once more.
Lucy was holding onto his cock while he did this and he longed to feel it inside her. It had been so good with Timmy, that this would have to be at least as good. Maybe better. That could be, since she figured that Ed knew more than Timmy did.
"I love what you're doing, but I would love this in me even more."
Ed was a bit startled at her frankness, but he was delighted with her desires. He loved to screw and this would be a boon. That is, to have a young girl who loved it this much!
Ed was too much of a gentleman not to comply. He quickly stripped!
His cock was sticking out in front of him and he noted that he had not had as fine a cock-stand in some time. This might be the beginning of a lot of fun. When Lucy got older, she could graduate to-some of the other male teachers who preferred the older girls.
Lucy was a fetching sight. She was lying on the bed, her skirt pulled up on her chest, and her pussy exposed. The hair was matted from the licking and the wetness she had been coaxed to give up.
Lucy was wearing knee socks, and she pulled her legs up on the bed. She was the picture of the young temptress. She spread her knees wide and Ed got a good look at her pussy. He probed it with his fingers for a moment before he made his plunge.
He spread her lips and pushed his fingers in her opening. He was thrilled with the tightness. It would fit nicely around his cock.
Lucy waited impatiently for Ed to begin with his movements. She was anticipating the initial thrust, when the head would spread her wide and throw her into a paradise.
"Hey, don't make me wait! Get to it!"
Ed hastened to relieve her misery. He had been indulging in his own wishes up to that point, but now, he had sought to fill hers. He came down on top of her and used his hand to guide it into the tender channel. He was fitting it into the crevice when he felt Lucy's own hands, helping to get him further into her body.
She pulled her lips open and Ed went deeper, almost immediately. She was not about to wait for any fooling, and Ed was tickled by her eagerness. That was one reason why he preferred younger girls. Their enthusiasm!
Now that the entry was ready, Ed put his weight behind a thrust and as Lucy gasped at the penetration, forced his cock almost all the way. That had been some feat, considering how tight she was.
Lucy grabbed hold of Ed's shoulders and moaned her delight!
"You don't know how good this feels!"
"I'm delighted that you like it."
Ed was not in the mood for conversation, but he wanted to make her feel that he was there for her pleasure. He wanted to make sure that she was satisfied with his lovemaking. This could well be the start of a fantastic relationship for the next few years.
The thrill of having him inside her was more than she could have wished .for. She was lying on her bed, feeling him plunge into her, satisfying her needs in the only way they could be satisfied.
As the sensations grew stronger and stronger, Lucy began to moan. She was trying to concentrate on how it felt. She wasn't sure how long it would be before she got it the next time. She was beginning to understand that this was something very important to her, and she needed it. as surely as she needed air.
Ed was buried in her and he kept grinding his cock into her body. This gave her a great deal more stimulation than the stroking. This way, he would reach every nerve fiber in her body. He stroked and ground into her and he could feel the secretions building up on his cock.
Ed was really getting off at this point.
Lucy was thrusting her hips up at Ed, but she couldn't quite satisfy the feeling in her vagina. It was some kind of itch. Yes, it was like the first time with Timmy, but it was more intense this time. She had to fight against it, just to work with it.
Lucy fought against his body to get the most from it. She thrust herself as high on his cock as she could get herself. In this one act lay her salvation from the loneliness of this new life. She had been isolated, and she needed an outlet for her sadness and needed it more than anything.
The magic was working and Lucy began to feel the wild sensation of her orgasm. The mounting feelings in her increased till she thought that she would burst. Instead, she bit down on Ed's neck and came in a flood of expressions.
"Oh, no! It's better than the first time. It's too much!"
It was true. What had been merely fantastic was magnificent now. She was reeling from the intensity of her feelings, grabbing onto Ed's arms, and his back. In a fury, she grabbed hold of his ass cheeks and squeezed until Ed yelled a bit.
On his part, the feelings were building to a no-return point. He felt the wild crush of her tight vagina over his cock and knew that it was all over for him. He felt the painful grab on his ass and then he was shooting into her. He was thrusting mightily into her and pounding against the girl.
Together, they rocked the small bed, forcing the springs into actions, such as they had never before experienced. They bounded, and the bed bounced, and as they were about to finish off, they bounced onto the floor.
Even as they tumbled and thumped, Lucy did not once lose her grip and he stroked right up until the last of his sperm was spent. The lamp was knocked over in the fall, but nothing else seemed damaged.
There was no time to linger, however, this time. The noise had been louder than either of them had believed. They were lost in the passion that was still theirs and were not perceiving other sounds accurately.
As Ed lay there, with his shirttails up and his backside exposed, falling out of Lucy, he looked most indiscrete. He looked close to silly. He heard the steps down the hall coming closer. There was someone knocking on all the doors, and he heard the doors being opened. Someone had heard the crash and was looking for the damage.
"Oh, damn!"
"Is someone coming?"
"Yes. Let me get up. Never mind. Wait a minute. There's no way that I am going to get out of here before whoever it is comes in."
"I know. I will tell them that I was sleeping and that I fell on the floor in my sleep. I can say that I knocked the lamp off the table."
Lucy was fixing her skirt, and she hastened to right herself. She stuffed her panties under the pillow and sat on the bed. She pointed to the closet for Ed to hide in.
Just as he closed himself in, his pants in hand, Lucy heard a knock on the door.
"Yes, come in."
"We heard a crash. Was it in here?"
"I'm afraid so. I was sleeping, and in my sleep, I rolled off the bed. It never happened before."
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? That was quite a loud thump. It sounded as though there was a fight going in here."
"Oh, no, I was just clumsy, I guess."
"Well, I think that I ought to take a look at you, at least."
The matron came over to Lucy, and to her horror, Lucy noticed some stains on the bed. She was frantic, and she just slumped on the bed, to cover the spots. The matron became alarmed.
"Are you all right? What's the matter?"
"Oh, it's just that I feel a bit sick. You know, to my stomach."
At that, the matron, Miss Withers, became very flustered. She started talking, but more to herself than to Lucy.
"Oh, dear. A clear sign of a head injury. Oh, dear, if only I could remember my First Aid training. What should I do? Head up or down? Oh, dear."
Lucy stayed in her position. She could feel the semen beginning to run down her legs and she could not dare move. She figured that her skirt was wet and the bed underneath. There was no choice.
The matron kept refiguring solutions to the problem, and finally decided that the doctor must come.
"You stay right here. I will call and then I will be right back. I will be with you all the time, my dear. There's no need to worry."
As she went out of the room, Miss Withers called back some reassurances to Lucy.
"Now, don't you worry, my dear. The doctor will be here in just a moment."
As they heard the footsteps going down the hall, Ed crept out of the closet. He was white as a sheet. There was no explanation for being caught with his pants down in a girl's room. No acceptable one, that is.
"You better get out of here. But, I don't know what I'm going to do when the doctor gets here. The bed is wet!"
Lucy was using a stage whisper, and she was getting a bit frightened herself.
"Just lie there if they come in. The spots should dry in a little while."
"But, I've got to get back into my panties."
"You go ahead into the bathroom. She won't be back for a while, I would bet. She's very flustered."
Lucy raced into the bathroom and ran the water. She grabbed a washcloth and frantically washed herself. She had to wash away the telltale scent. The doctor would know that she had been fucking and there would be a lot of trouble. Still damp, Lucy ran back into the room, and jumped back on the bed. Just then, she remembered her panties under the pillow. She cursed under her breath and grabbed for them.
"Oh, no, I can't pull it on. I'm too damp! Oh, shit!"
The panties were resisting her dampness, and suddenly, Lucy caught her own telltale scent on her panties. She had to get a new pair. She threw hers off and into the bottom drawer. She searched frantically for a new pair.
She never kept her drawers very neat, and now she cursed herself for being so sloppy.
"Oh, everyone is right. My mother, too. I never keep a very neat place. Now it's going to get me in trouble!"
Lucy was close to tears as she heard some voices down the hall. They were rather far away, but she looked at Ed, and suddenly realized that he was still there.
"What are you doing here? You'll get me into trouble!"
"Nonsense. I will handle the whole matter."
Lucy was too frightened to care about him. She dug frantically into the drawer where her underpants should have been. In the last moment, she felt some elastic and pulled the things out. She grabbed them and hastily put her legs into the holes.
Lucy managed to get them up just in time, and as she jumped back onto the bed, she realized that they were on backward. Oh, hell. She would have to take it. The door opened and Miss Withers was with the weekend supervisor, Mrs. Arthur.
They both seemed very surprised to see Mr. Gallows.
"Oh, there you are. Miss Granger told me that you were down there calling the doctor. I heard the noise all the way down in my classroom. Came to see what the matter was."
The ladies began to melt to his charm, and Lucy began to breathe once more as they turned away from her to Mr. Gallows. She moved off the wet spots a bit, to give them a chance to dry, and prayed that they would before the doctor got there. Her rainy Saturday afternoon had gotten very exciting.