Chapter 6
The term began and Melody found herself so busy she was completely exhausted at night. She was grateful for the heavy workload that eased her personal tension, and she dedicated herself to her tasks with a certain amount of enthusiasm. She even accepted a certain amount of supervisory responsibility which was not a part of her position. Ralph complained that she would work herself into a nervous breakdown, but Melody assured him she felt much better when every minute of her day was occupied.
Other members of the staff at Heavenly Hills were not as content with their workloads, and the first staff meeting, one week after the beginning of the fall term, was a stormy confrontation for Harold Stone. He argued only half-heartedly, for he knew that the school was overcrowded and that the supervision problems were too much for the present staff. The girls were talking long into the night, smoking, playing pranks on the younger girls, failing to keep their rooms neat and clean, and becoming rebellious. Several of the girls, Harold suspected, were smoking marijuana. The cook told him they had tried to get her to add some "special herbs" to some brownies she was making.
He agreed with Mrs. Waller that they needed at least two people for strictly supervisory work with the girls. And it was obvious that some of the girls needed to be split up, but Harold wanted a hand in that. He'd already spotted several likely candidates for his own special brand of sex education. As the conference came to an end, Harold announced that he would accept the staff's recommendation and hire at least one, and perhaps two, assistants to help with supervision.
Thirteen local women answered his ad, and he carefully interviewed them all, finally selecting a forty-seven-year-old divorcee who looked like a strict disciplinarian, yet whose personal morals were questionable in Harold's judgment. The woman had left the door open wide for an affair with Harold, which told him he might be able to control her. He certainly didn't want to lay her, but he wanted to be certain she would give him no trouble if she happened to learn of his little sport with the students.
"Well let Mrs. Jones take care of the problem girls," he told Mrs. Waller as they sat going over the list the next evening. "By giving her the west wing and transferring the ones who make trouble over there, we should be able to establish some order. Lord knows, we have a few bad apples this year!"
"It's those ads you ran. I knew this would happen," Cary Waller retorted.
"But you'll agree that if we can handle it, we'll have solved the problem of the school making money. Now, you've been closer to the girls than I have. Where are our real trouble spots?"
"Well, let's see," Cary replied, taking her pencil and starting down the list. "This Adams girl wets the bed...."
"How old is she?"
"Nine...."
"Let's skip over the younger ones. I think Miss Mellon and Miss Carter can handle them. The problems I'm referring to Eire rebellious in nature."
"Well, what about the Andrews girl? She's the one who took the marijuana to the kitchen."
"We're not sure it was marijuana, Mrs. Waller, but I agree. Put the Andrews girl in Mrs. Jones' wing."
"And Dora Wilkenson, she's the one who put the saran wrap on the toilets. The girls wet all over themselves. And the Conner girl. The Conner sisters are pretty bad, too. And Jane Burnett...."
"Transfer them all. I agree."
"What about Sylvia Southwood? And Catherine Abbott?"
Harold stood up and walked to the desk for his pipe. "Not Sylvia. She's a little wild, I'll admit, but I have an idea she might just be a playmate for me, Mrs. Waller. And Cathy, well ... You should study Cathy, Mrs. Waller. She's a terribly quiet girl, and, unless I miss my guess, Cathy might be a perfect companion for you."
They finished the list in a tacit peace, but Cary Waller was disturbed as she returned to her room. She had tried to hide from what Harold Stone had said during the summer, pushing it strongly out of her mind each time she felt it creeping in. And now here it was again. She and Reda Stone had enjoyed a marvelous relationship, and every time Cary thought about the exciting things they had done to each other she shivered with desire and delight. Yet she knew she was too old to seek a new lover. Who would have her? Who indeed?
"Mr. Stone wants these girls changed tonight," Mrs. Waller told Miss Mellon. "I'd appreciate it if you would give me a hand in getting them settled."
"Glad to," Miss Mellon replied with her usual enthusiasm. "Who will be den mother to these monsters?"
"A Mrs. Jones. Mr. Stone hired her this afternoon and she's down fixing up her room in the west wing."
"I wish her luck!"
"She'll need it with a couple of these," Mrs. Waller agreed, "but a little strict discipline might straighten them up in no time. Let's get started with the girls. Girls being transferred from the west wing over here will be arriving any minute."
For a while everything was complete confusion as girls moved in and out of rooms. Friends helped them carry their clothes and personal belongings, and the two women kept a mild form of order in the halls. Assignments got mixed up and Mrs. Waller had to make a room by room tour to make sure the girls who had come over from the west wing were in the correct rooms. She dismissed Miss Mellon as she moved to the last three rooms on the hall.
Mrs. Waller heard the sounds of sobbing as she approached the last door on the hall. She listened for a moment and then knocked softly. The sobbing stopped and she heard someone blowing their nose.
"Come in," said a soft voice.
Cary opened the door and walked in. "Why, Catherine, I didn't know this was your room."
"It wasn't. They moved me here tonight, Mrs. Waller," the girl said with a dejected look. "Two girls who moved over from the west wing wanted to room together, and Miss Mellon asked me if I minded moving down here to let them have my room." Tears welled in her eyes and began to leak onto her cheeks.
"Well, there's no reason to be so sad, Catherine," Cary said, taking a fresh Kleenex out of her pocket and crossing over to sit beside the young girl on the bed. She was deeply touched by the girl's sadness. And Catherine was such a pretty child with gleaming auburn hair that hung below her waist, pale green eyes that usually gave her the appearance of enjoying a private joke, and pearl-white skin, soft and delicate to the touch. "Are you afraid to be alone?"
"No, ma'am. At least I don't think so."
"Who was your roommate, Catherine?"
"Susan Andrews."
"And you liked her?"
"Oh yes! She was so nice, and so much fun. She made me feel alive. And everybody liked her. We always had a crowd in our room. Why did they move her, Mrs. Waller?"
"Well, you dab your eyes with this and I'll try to explain." She handed the girl the Kleenex and watched her rub the tears from her cheeks and eyes. Catherine's face promised great beauty when she matured. She had high cheekbones which accentuated the soft oval shape of her face, and her lips were full and perfectly curved without being sensuous. Catherine reminded Cary of Maureen O'Hara. Even in her body. She was only twelve, but her breasts were already larger than many women's ever become. Yet there wasn't an ounce of fat on the girl. She had a tiny waist that flared out to full hips which were well-rounded without being heavy. Her legs were long and tapered, and she had tiny feet.
"You see, Catherine...."
"Call me Cathy, please, Mrs. Waller. All the kids do."
"All right, Cathy. Susan has been somewhat of a problem the past few days, and we felt that perhaps if we moved her where she could have more direct supervision, she could avoid getting into serious trouble."
"But the things she has done have been harmless. She didn't mean harm."
"We know, Cathy, and we know that Susan is basically a good girl. We just want to give her a chance to make good. We all like Susan just the way you do, and maybe if she's good we can bring her back over to this wing again soon."
"And would she be my roommate again?"
"We'll see. I think that might be arranged. Now do you feel better?"
"Yes, thank you. Mrs. Waller ... I ... "
"What is it, Cathy?"
"I ... I guess I am afraid of sleeping alone. I've never slept alone in my life. At home, I slept with my sister and we kept the light on all night...."
"Would you like me to sleep with you?" Cary asked, her breath catching in her throat and her hands trembling in her lap.
"Would you? Oh, I mean if it isn't any inconvenience for you."
Something deep inside Cary told her to jump up and run, but she couldn't move her body. Her eyes were fixed on the lovely child's full body heaving beneath her flannel pajamas, and Cary knew the sensation coursing through her body was lust.
"But there's only one bed," Cary said, making a last bid to free herself from something she dreaded.
"I don't take up much room," Cathy said, jumping up and placing herself on the very edge of the bed to emphasize her point. "Please, Mrs. Waller. I have strange dreams that scare me sometimes."
"Well, all right, Cathy. Just this once, though. You take off those pajamas and make ready for bed while I make a last check in the hall."
"What?"
"You don't sleep in those pajamas, do you?"
Cary threw over her shoulder in what she hoped was a casual voice. "No wonder you have bad dreams. The heat of the garment isn't good for your sleeping body, dear. Always sleep naked. That's the key to good health." She opened the door and stepped quickly into the hall, breathing a sigh of relief that Cathy hadn't wanted to argue.
Cary Waller could hardly control the trembling of her hands as she opened the door to her room and stepped quickly inside. She stripped quickly and pulled on her bathrobe and slippers. She knew she should stop and think, but Cary was now ruled by something far more powerful than her mind. It had been so long, so terribly long. She closed her door firmly and walked silently down the hall to let herself in at Cathy's door.
Cathy was in the bathroom and heard Mrs. Waller let herself into the room. She was so glad she had Mrs. Waller, such a fine woman! Cathy thought of her as a mother. Not her mean stepmother-her real mother. The one who had loved her so much that she had died so that Cathy could be born. That's what her father told her, and Cathy had a picture of her beautiful mother she carried near her heart in a locket her father had given her for her tenth birthday. Cathy knew she was silly to be afraid to be alone, but she couldn't help it. She'd been alone too much in her life.
What she'd told Mrs. Waller about sleeping with her sister at home was a lie. Cathy had no sister, and she'd always slept alone. But since she'd been here at school she'd had Susan in her room. Those eight wonderful days. No more loneliness. Kids in the room all the time, and Susan to talk to at night.
Cathy finished brushing her teeth and put her toothbrush away. Then she pulled off her flannel pajamas. She was embarrassed about letting Mrs. Waller see her naked, but Cathy knew the older woman knew what was best. Besides, like Susan said, it was time Cathy grew up. She turned out the light in the bathroom and walked into the room.
Cary was under the covers and pretended to be reading a magazine as Cathy walked in from the bathroom. But her eyes fixed on Cathy's beautiful body and wouldn't move. She followed Cathy's movements and saw the young girl blush, but she couldn't take her eyes off the gorgeous body parading before her. Those boobs, like large, ripe pears. So full and firm, and crested with fresh strawberries for nipples. And the girl's skin, like pure cream without a blemish. Just a silken tuft of bright red hair curled teasingly over her mound, and the lips of her vulva were covered with a small growth of red fuzz.
Cary was on the outside of the bed and Cathy had to climb over her. As she did, her breasts swung free and the lips of her pussy opened slightly, and Cary felt her pulse double. Then, when Cathy climbed under the covers and her soft skin rubbed against Cary's naked body, Cary had to grit her teeth to keep from trembling with excitement.
They talked for a few moments and Cary was careful not to move. She knew if she touched the child she would rape her immediately. Her entire system was filled with lust, and it was all she could do to talk in an even voice.
"We'd better go to sleep now, Cathy. It's late and you have classes in the morning."
"Yes ma'am. Do you want me to turn the light out?"
"You said you like a light, and it doesn't bother me. So we'll leave it on." Cary didn't want the light out. She wanted to see every inch of this child's body.
"Good night, then," Cary said softly, kissing Mrs. Waller on the cheek.
"Good night, Cathy dear."
The next thirty minutes were a living hell for Cary Waller. She listened to the twelve-year-old child's breathing carefully. And when she knew Cathy was asleep, she waited an additional fifteen minutes to be certain the child was in a deep slumber. During that time Cary Waller did not move.
When she was at last certain of Cathy's deep trance, Cary reached out and gently began caressing the child's shoulder. It was to reassure her, prepare her for the contact to come. Cathy sighed and moved closer to the older woman's body. Smiling, Cary dropped her hand to the child's breast. At first, she cupped and caressed it very lightly, the blood in her own body raging and pounding against her skin. Then she rolled the firm little nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began rubbing and teasing it. She was gentle and took great patience and time, in an effort not to awaken the young girl, and satisfaction poured through her as Cathy began to squirm and her nipple became erect and hard beneath Cary's fingers. Cathy murmured, sighing in contentment as Cary kept up her adroit manipulation of her breast and sensitive nipple.
Using great care, Cary pulled the covers back from the child's sleeping body. As she looked at the innocent naked form before her, Cary had to rub her own mound to satisfy momentarily the growing itch in her loins. She leaned over and let her tongue lightly cover the surface of Cathy's young breast, allowing it to linger over the luscious nipple for a long moment. Then she covered Cathy's nipple with her mouth and began sucking and licking gently.
Cary couldn't believe how hot and demanding her body had become. It had been too long, much too long, and her desires were every bit as strong now as they ever had been. Perhaps even stronger. Or was it this gorgeous, young, nubile girl?
Cathy was moaning and sighing steadily now, and Cathy smiled as she saw the young girl's hand reach down between her legs. So she knew about playing with herself, did she? Well, if Cary's plan worked, she wouldn't have to play with herself any more at all! Cary increased the tempo of her sucking and let her hand drop to Cathy's crotch. Gently, very gently, she began pushing the child's thighs apart.
When she had Cathy's legs spread, Cary moved down and placed herself between the twelve-year-old's thighs. Her hands trembling with anticipation, she leaned forward and brought the tips of her fingers to the thin lips of Cathy's pussy. As she spread them, Cary noted with satisfaction that they were covered with drops of moisture. She was excited, Cary sighed to herself as she brought her head to the child's crotch. Her hungry lips fastened on Cathy's labia, and her starving tongue slipped between the folds of tender flesh and sought the tiny button hidden above the child's vaginal opening. The taste of Cathy's virginal, young sex sent Cary's mind reeling. It was like eating honey from a comb!
Cathy thought she was having one of her strange dreams. Her entire body seemed to be tingling and hot, and something strange was happening to her secret place. It felt so good! She could hear her heart beat and it scared her. It sounded like it was a racing locomotive. She pictured herself warm and comfortable on a soft white cloud, floating through space with her lovely mother at her side.
But the pounding of her heart became louder and louder and the thing that was happening to her secret place was driving her crazy.
Suddenly her eyes flew open and the light rushed in. It scared her, and she had to force herself to remember where she was. She was about to sit up when she saw Mrs. Waller on her knees between her legs. Cathy wanted to scream. Mrs. Waller had her face buried in Cathy's most intimate place, and she could feel her kissing her there.
The child didn't know what to do. What was Mrs. Waller doing to her? What would she say if she knew Cathy was awake? And it felt so good. Cathy knew it was naughty, but it was so exciting. She decided to close her eyes and pretend to be asleep. It wasn't right, but Cathy didn't want her to stop.
Cary Waller glanced up and saw the child's eyes open. Good, she's awake and enjoying it. Cary let her tongue flutter against Cathy's erect clitoris like the wings of a hummingbird. Cathy's body squirmed and she moaned softly. When Cary looked up, the child's eyes were closed and she was pretending to be asleep. Cary used her hummingbird treatment until Cathy's innocent body was writhing, then she suddenly stopped and pulled her head away from the child's crotch.
Cathy wanted to die! Why did Mrs. Waller stop? Her eyes opened and she blushed when she found Mrs. Waller staring straight into her eyes.
"Do you like that, Cathy dear?"
"Oh ... oh, yes. What were you doing?"
"Kissing you down there, Cathy. Because I love you."
"But isn't that wrong ... I mean...."
"Of course not, silly," Cary said lightly. "We're both girls. It isn't wrong when girls do that to each other. Only when a boy does it to a girl if they're not married. But if you don't like it, I'll stop."
"Oh no! I mean, if you love me and want to, I guess it's all right. After all, we're both girls, like you say."
Cary smiled in triumph. It had been easier than she thought. The child was so pure and innocent, almost totally naive. Now she would take this divine creature to a land she never dreamed of. Dropping her face again to the child's crotch, she licked the length of Cathy's young slit. Her tongue coursed the thin lips of the child's vulva and then darted in between the soft folds of tender flesh and drove beyond the entrance to her vagina. Curling her tongue to make it rigid, she probed an inch inside Cathy's vagina, rubbing the walls in the exciting way Reda Stone had taught her.
Cathy knew she should close her eyes, but she couldn't take her gaze away from the lovely head moving between her thighs. No matter what Mrs. Waller said, Cathy knew this must be naughty. Nothing in life that felt this good could be. right. Her young body was burning up, and she wondered if Mrs. Waller would become angry if she reached up and fondled her boobs. They were so warm and the nipples almost ached. She didn't care, she had to do something to her breasts.
"Here, Cathy, let me do that for you," Mrs. Waller said, firmly removing Cathy's hands from her breasts and taking one in each of hej own hands to roll the nipples between her fingers while her mouth continued its hungry ravaging of the twelve-year-old cunt.
"Oh! Oh! OH! Gosh! GEEEEE! AAaaahhhh!"
Cathy moaned as her body writhed out of control across the width of the bed. Her youthful orgasm gripped her so that her entire body trembled and quaked. She bit her lip and flailed her head back and forth across the pillow as Mrs. Waller's demanding mouth gave her no mercy. She wanted it to last forever, and she clasped her hands over the older woman's hands gripping her breasts and held tight.
Mrs. Waller was beyond herself in excitement. She locked her hungry lips tightly against Cathy's virginal cunt and sucked for all she was worth. When Cathy climaxed, Mrs. Waller drove her tongue deep up the virginal vagina and nuzzled the young girl's clitoris as hard as she could with her nose. Her fingers were rolling and pulling on the tender young nipples, and the touch of Cathy's hands on top of hers made Cary's head pound with desire.
She felt it coming. The child's body quivered and spasmed, then a discharge flowed from the virginal cunt into Mrs. Waller's greedy mouth. It was small, but Cary was glad Cathy was one of the rare females who discharged. Her tongue lapped and lapped to catch every last exciting drop as the girl writhed and squirmed on the bed.
Then Cary moved up and held the girl tenderly in her arms. They remained that way for long minutes, and Cary felt the itch in her body grow as she became more and more aware of the nubile body pressing so tightly against her. She wiggled so that their breasts touched, and the nipples rubbed against each other.
"Oh, Mrs. Waller, I love you so," Cathy said softly, cuddling as close as she could to the older woman.
Cary pulled Cathy's young face up and planted her lips against those of the twelve-year-old virgin.
She darted her tongue out and began running it along the edges of Cathy's full lips, then pressed until Cathy's young mouth opened. When their tongues met, Cary had to fight to control her excitement. She cupped a youthful tit in her hand and rubbed and caressed it until she felt the virginal nipple quiver and come to life. Cathy pulled closer and rubbed her nubile body against the older woman as her passion grew.
"Do you want me to kiss you again, Cathy?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Do you love me, too, Cathy?"
"Oh yes! I love you very much."
"Then, don't you want to kiss me that way, too?"
Cathy hesitated for a moment. She was frightened because she didn't know what to do. It was all so new to her.
"I don't ... know ... how," she stuttered.
"Just do what I do, Cathy dear," Mrs. Waller said softly, pulling their bodies apart and turning Cathy over on her back. As soon as she had Cathy stretched out with her legs spread wide apart, Mrs. Waller climbed over her and straddled the gorgeous young body, with her knees pressed tightly against Cathy's sides. She pulled the petals of the young girl's virginal cunt apart with her fingers and quickly darted her tongue inside. She flicked it against the tiny clitoris and smiled when she felt Cathy quiver. Then she began lowering her body to bring her crotch down to Cathy's young face.
Cathy swam in the electric delights which flooded through her young, innocent body. How could anything be so wonderful? Was this what Susan meant about growing up and being more mature? Would Susan do this with her? Her entire body was tingling when she opened her eyes and saw Mrs. Waller's pussy descending on her face.
It was so hairy! A mass of black curly hair tinged here and there with streaks of light gray. And the thick lips. They reminded Cathy of an open valise.
She panicked for a moment, and the ugliness of the pubic jungle approaching her mouth gave the young girl goose pimples. But she wanted to give Mrs. Waller the same wonderful feeling the older woman was giving her. She wanted to make her skin catch fire and have the rockets go off behind her eyes.
The odor of Mrs. Waller's sex excited Cathy. It smelled ... well, naughty! She closed her eyes just as the thick, matted pubic area touched her face. Fighting back her panic, Cathy slowly opened her mouth and forced her tongue out between her lips. Tentatively, she began to explore the damp jungle which completely covered her young face. Cathy realized that all she could do was imitate what Mrs. Waller was doing to her, so she slid her young tongue inside the thick cuntal lips of the older woman and began searching for that secret little button which gave a woman so much joy.
Mrs. Waller's heart beat so rapidly as she felt the child's tongue enter her cunt, that she was afraid she might have a heart attack. In her entire life she had never experienced anything so exciting! Even in their wildest moments, she had never reached anything like this with Reda Stone.
Cary set the pace, finding that Cathy immediately copied everything she did. It was, in a way, like being able to eat yourself! She let her tongue roam the sweet, virginal young cunt with abandon, and she buried her nose in the entrance to Cathy's womb as she nibbled and chewed lightly on the delicious meat of her young clitoris.
They both climaxed three times before they fell into an exhausted sleep, and Cary woke the young girl at three in the morning to again eat her to a fantastic orgasm. By dawn, it was all they could do to pull themselves out of bed. They ached, but it was the most beautiful, satisfying ache either had ever experienced.