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CHAPTER ONEI was nervous on my first day as a young teacher conducting my first class in English Composition for sophomores in the Harder Valley Junior High. And with good reason. This was the opening day of my year's provisional contract with the Harder County Board of Education. I was on my own. Miss Wilson, a sexagenarian principal with the pinched face of a sour old maid, had warned me to be wary of the first sign of unruly conduct. "I will not tolerate any teacher who cannot maintain discipline in the classroom," she had said.I could never have survived the first forty minutes of my opening lecture had it not been for the black-haired girl seated directly in front of the lectern on which I had placed my notes. She regarded me with such rapt attention that I found myself turning toward her for support whenever one of my choice bits of humor met with snickers, or the impudent smile on the face of one of the boys threatened a breach of an uneasy truce. A glance at the clock warned me I had but two minutes before the bell ended this worrisome session. As I started my concluding remarks with a plea for cooperation in the establishment of a meaningful relationship between teacher and students, I looked down at her with a smile of gratitude. Her face beamed a joyous response. Then, lifting her feet from the floor, she hooked her heels in the rung of her chair, slid forward on her seat, and spread her knees. I gaped at white thighs and a naked pussy! Clinging to the mat of black curly hair was a white ribbon tied in a bow!The bell rang. Stuffing my notes and books into my attache case, I hurried from the room, careful to keep the satchel in both hands as a shield for my groin. I was glad to find no one in the teachers' lounge, and went into the men's washroom. Entering one of the cubicles, I set my case on the floor, removed my jacket, and lowered my trousers. Just in case Mr. Warren, the only other male teacher, should come in, he would think I was seated on regal business, and not in playful solitude. What should I do, I wondered, hoping the embarrassing swelling would go away before the bell rang for my next class? I certainly couldn't discuss it with Miss Wilson, nor with any of the women on the faculty. On the two occasions I had talked with Mr. Warren I had found him a sour old man in whom the juice of life had long since turned to bitter vinegar. A change in the seating arrangements was impossible. Seats were assigned in alphabetical order.Nothing I had encountered in my four years of undergraduate work at Iowa State Teachers College had prepared me for such completely amoral behavior by a student in the classroom. But then, an Iowa faculty committee on programs could not be expected to foresee such problems as might arise only in a California school. The bell rang for the next class. Replacing my now flaccid appendage within the confines of shorts, I zipped up my trousers. If this angelic-looking young Linda Downs should repeat her devilish performance, I decided, there was only one thing I should do-talk to her mother.At the end of my first day, I was thoroughly unnerved. Despite the brilliance of a sunny September afternoon, I was unable to shake the gloomy fear of becoming involved in a mess of depravity. The five-mile drive up in the mountains to the cabin I had rented for the school year from Miss Wilson failed to lift my spirits with its scenic beauty. Why hadn't I told her what had happened, no matter how embarrassing it would have been? She had stopped me as I was leaving. "Everything go all right today, Mister Simmons?" she had asked. "No problems?" I came near blurting out the shameful story when Mr. Warren passed, nodding a surly farewell. "Fine. No problems," I had replied, and turned away. "I'll be out to see how you're getting along this week end, Mister Simmons," she called after me. "Okay," I'd answered, "I'll be looking for you."I pulled up in front of the one-room cabin, and sat in the car for a long moment. I had had my chance to file notice of a potentially explosive situation, and had failed to do so. Whatever developed hereafter, I would have to handle-or bury--by myself.The next morning's class proceeded smoothly. I choked off an incipient revolt by one of the boys in the back of the room with a promptness that surprised me, and startled the other students, by ordering the offender out of class and into the principal's office. Linda Downs sat silent and attentive, making no moves until the last few moments before the bell rang. Then, with a wide grin of forewarning, she repeated her action of spreading her knees, and exposing her thighs and pussy. This time, the ribbon bow was a pale blue. Concluding my lecture, I nodded to her, holding up my finger to indicate I wished to talk to her."I don't know what you're trying to do, young lady," I said as soon as the rest of the students had left the room, "but I warn you... ""Why, Mister Simmons. What do you mean?" Her face made a pretense of innocence and her eyes gleamed with amusement."The shameless exhibition of... what you did yesterday and again today... " She glanced at the door to make sure no one else was present, then slipped her right hand up under her dress. "Oh, my goodness, Mister Simmons. I forgot to wear my panties again. You didn't really see anything, did you?"I flushed angrily. She was making a fool of me."You repeat that performance tomorrow and I'll take you home and have a talk with your mother."She chuckled. "Oh, will you? Why not this afternoon, Mister Simmons? Mother would be delighted. She's so anxious to meet you."I gulped. Oh God! I thought, what am I getting into? "That's a promise, then, Mister Simmons? Tomorrow night for sure?"I was already at the door. I didn't stop. On the next day, Wednesday, and the following day, Linda Downs repeated her performance-a yellow bow, then a pink one. Apparently she had told no one else in the class what she was doing, for there was no reaction from any of the other students. Each day I had rushed out of the room as soon as the bell rang, seeking to avoid a confrontation with Linda, who sought to stop me as I fled.By Friday morning I was desperate. Her obvious pleasure at the prospect of my confronting her mother with the facts could mean only one of two things: either she was a compulsive exhibitionist who would enjoy being punished; or she had been instructed by her mother to entrap me into a meeting. In either case, I had had enough. I wanted at all costs to avoid ensnarement in any situation that could lead to my being charged with moral turpitude-an ineradicable blemish on a teacher's record. If necessary, I would lay the whole story before Miss Wilson, should Linda persist.As I passed the principal's office, Miss Jones called to me. "Miss Wilson would like to see you for a moment, Mister Simmons."I choked on the words. "What about, do you know?"She shook her head. "Go right in.""Good morning, Mister Simmons." The slight part of her thin lips was meant as a friendly smile, I guessed. "The weatherman promises a lovely week end.""Yes." I waited, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. Had one of the students noticed anything in class? Had Linda..."My sister's gone for the next six months, you know.""Yes?" The bell rang for the first class."I'd like to spend the week end up there, but my car is in the garage for a major overhaul... ""I'd be glad to drive you... ""Oh, thanks. I'll see you at two this afternoon. Better hurry." She brought up another frozen smile from the deep-freeze within her. "A tardy teacher... ""Yes, Miss Wilson."* * *All through the first session, I kept a wary eye on Linda Downs. Her demure expression was as false a front as a padded bra. What color would the ribbon be today? Although firmly determined not to look, I found my glance swivel back to her as she raised her feet, and hooked her heels in the rung of her chair. Smiling up at me, she spread her knees. There was no ribbon decorating her pussy hair. Instead, on the inside of her right thigh, in large red lipstick letters was the exclamation: MMM! While I gaped, she swung her left leg out in the aisle. On the inside of that thigh, in equally large letters was the word: GOOD!The bell rang. I gathered my books and papers, stuffing them into my attache case slowly. This settled it. The girl was obviously in need of psychiatric help. If her parents knew of this, and condoned it, they probably were in need of counseling also. I would talk to Miss Wilson this afternoon about her. On closing my brief case, I found the classroom empty.I went through the rest of the school day in good spirits. My decision to tell Miss Wilson the facts had relieved all the tension which this girl's crazy antics had built within me. The sex problems of a eighteen-year-old girl were not within the province of an inexperienced male teacher.A few minutes after the two o'clock bell. I stopped at the principal's office. Miss Wilson was waiting. One glance at her prim, unsmiling face was enough to shake my resolve. On the way to my car, I kept telling myself to spill the whole story regardless of the indelicate details. As I held the front door open for her, she glanced at the bedding and blankets piled on the floor in back of the front seat. "You do your own laundry, Mister Simmons?""No." I slammed the door after she had seated herself. "I'm going to drop them off at the cleaners this afternoon." I started the engine. Miss Wilson sat staring straight ahead, leaning against the door. I reached across her to snap the lock, touching her for a moment. She recoiled from the contact. "I'm sorry." This woman is all heart, I thought.I stopped for the light at Main Street. "Mister Simmons, would you mind going by the bus station. I have a friend who is going to spend the week end with me.""Not at all." Silently I cursed her and all her friends. How was I ever going to tell her about Linda Downs? I switched on the turn signal, then looked up in the rear-view mirror. Christ Almighty! Peering back at me was the grinning face of Linda, peeking above the top of the seat!"Look out!" Miss Wilson shouted.I managed to avoid a collision with an inch to spare. The driver of the other car shouted an obscenity that brought a flush to Miss Wilson's face."I haven't had an accident in over forty years of driving," she said. "I hope we get there this afternoon. Turn left at the next corner."Pulling in at the curb in front of the bus station, I cast a nervous glance at the rear seat. Linda was now hidden by the pile of bedding."There she is," Miss Wilson said. "She can sit in the back."I jumped out. "Oh no, I can't have her do that. There's plenty of room up front." I dashed around the car, reaching the passenger side as a petite, attractive woman approached, an overnight bag clutched in her right hand. "Hello," I said, taking her luggage. "I'm Fred Simmons.""Hi! I'm Bess Coffey." In the bright afternoon sun, streaks of gray glinted in her short black hair, and wrinkles showed at the corners of her sparkling blue eyes.I opened the back door and set her bag on the back seat. "Let's sit up in front," I said as she took a step forward. "I have dirty bedding on the floor of the back." Miss Wilson opened the door and got out."You sit in the middle, Bess."As we turned onto the highway leaving town, Miss Coffey asked, "How do you like teaching, Mister Simmons?""Fine.""I hope you find our little monsters aren't too much for you. Alice tells me that the kids today are really a problem.""Some of them are, I guess. So far... ""They're all little devils if you give them half a chance." Out of the corner of my eye I saw her hand drop lightly on Miss Coffey's knee. "Bess, honey, are you sure you didn't leave anything on the stove?"Miss Coffey chuckled. "She'll never let me forget I left the gas burning once. When we got home an hour later, the coffee pot had a hole in the bottom of it. That was... what, Alice? Ten, eleven years ago, wasn't it?"During the five-mile drive along the highway, the two women chatted while I kept an uneasy check on the rear seat of the car. Miss Wilson's hand remained on Miss Coffey's knee, as light and unconsciously possessive as a boy's fingers on a favored toy."I think Mister Simmons will probably be with us for a long time," Miss Wilson said, breaking silence. "He got through his first week with no problems of discipline. That to me is the real test of a teacher today." She turned her head toward me. "If you don't mind, let's stop by your cabin. I should have been out here before you moved in to check and make sure you had everything you needed.""Really, that won't be necessary." There hadn't been a sound or the slightest movement in back of us. I breathed easier."I'd like to see it again. It's been over a year since Alice and I were out here.""Okay." I turned onto the gravel road, drove half a mile, and swung sharply into the narrow drive leading up to the cabin. A dense growth of underbrush lined the drive on both sides. I stopped before the steps leading up to the porch, got out, and walked around to the other side of the car. Standing with my back to the window of the rear door, I offered a hand to each of them, urging them forward toward the steps. I put the key in the lock, and stepped back."What delightful memories this brings back," Miss Coffey said as she crossed the threshold. "Alice, I recall so clearly the day you bought this place.""Mister Simmons!""Yes?" I turned away from the open doorway where I had been standing to keep an eye on the back door of the car."Have any trouble with the well?""No.""Do the squirrels still scamper all over the roof at night?" Miss Coffey asked."Yes." Then the dull thud of a car door being closed sounded like a distant clap of thunder before a storm."What's that?" Miss Wilson swung around nervously."Maybe someone's hunting. It sounded like a shotgun," I said. "I'll take a look."I leaped off the porch, and dashed to the car. Opening the door, I whispered, "Linda!" There was no answer. I lifted the top blanket, felt under the bedding beneath. She had gone. I closed the door softly, muttering, "Damn you, you little bitch!"By the time I had reached the top step, the two women came out. "I see the refrigerator's working." Miss Wilson said. "You have plenty of blankets? It begins to get cold late in September.""I'm fine," I said, holding the car door open for them."It must be lonely up here all by yourself.""I like solitude, Miss Coffey. I couldn't find anything in town but a furnished room with a bath down the hall. I'm grateful that Miss Wilson made this place available to me."* * *The small town of Mountain Springs was less than two miles east. I parked in the driveway of a large two-story frame house. Miss Wilson thanked me, and asked if I could pick them up at seven-thirty Monday morning. She mounted the steps to the porch as I took the bag off the back seat."I'll take it," Miss Coffey said. She held out her hand for the bag, and set it down, then regarded me closely for a long moment. "Thanks so much." Her handclasp was firm. "You remind me so much of someone I knew. That was long ago." She still held my hand. "He had soft, brown eyes like yours, and brown, wavy hair... " Her eyes glistened. She dropped my hand, bent over to lift her bag. "So long ago... "* * *I drove slowly back to the cabin, dreading the confrontation with this sex-obsessed little fiend. Whatever fantasies had heated her mind this past week were now certain to burst into hellish reality. I felt trapped. I couldn't just go away and leave her out here alone. If I called any one to help, I was bound to be smeared with scandalous gossip. The back of my shirt was clammy and my hands sweaty on the wheel as I turned into the graveled driveway. Stopping in front of the cabin, I blew the horn, then opened the window and shouted, "LINDA! LINDA!" I blew three short blasts. After waiting through several minutes of silence, I left the car, and mounted the steps. The door was unlocked. I swung it open, and stood at the threshold. "Linda!" My gaze swept over the room quickly. The big brass bed stood against the wall to my left, empty. The sofa against the opposite wall was unoccupied. Perhaps she was still outside, hidden somewhere, waiting to be sure I had brought no one with me. I closed the door, and walked over to a table by the window, avoiding the hassock in front of the lounge chair. The window shade was lowered against the morning sun, just as I had left it. I had the cord in hand, about to raise the shade, when she spoke. "Hi! I've been waiting."I turned. The shade flew up with a loud crack. She stood in the bathroom doorway. I didn't have to peek this time. She was completely naked. "My God!" I cried, and swung around in a frantic attempt to reach the front door. I stumbled over the hassock and fell to the floor with a thud that partially stunned me.With a loud squeal, she dashed across the room and flung herself on top of me. "Are you hurt? My goodness! You took an awful spill.""Let me up, for God's sake!""You're all right." Her body was spread above me, her heels dug in under my knees. "My! You're clumsy." Her breath was hot to my cheek."Damn it! Get off me." I tried to grasp her under her arms, but she wriggled, and. I found my hands filled with the flesh of firm young breasts."Kiss me.""No. Stop it." I could feel her pubes grinding against my genitals, and could sense the swelling of aroused maleness."Don't you like girls?" She pulled her head back to look searchingly at me."Sure I do. When they're grown up enough to... " ^ Her lips mashed down on mine while her hand tugged at my hair to hold my head steady. Her tongue flicked at my lips, stabbed stiffly against my clenched teeth. Try as I might, I could not control my cock; it struggled at the constricting shorts and slacks to throb against her rotating pubic mat.She bit lightly at my ear. "You don't think I'm grown up enough, do you? I'm gonna show you things you probably never knew about. Come on, take your clothes off. You been peeking at mine all week. I want a good look at yours.""Linda. Look at me." She held still for an instant. "You want to see me lose my job?"She frowned. "Oh no! We had a grumpy old man last year... all the kids like you... ""You know what they do to teachers who get involved with young girls... ""Who's gonna tell 'em? Not me." Her hand stole between our bellies, fumbling for my zipper."They always find out. I don't want any trouble... ""No trouble. You got any rubbers?""No." I tried to grab her hand as it slid my zipper open. My knuckles felt the pressure of her wet hairy pussy."Mm! That's okay." She began to rotate her groin against the back of my hand. "We'll have to do it sixty-nine. Do you like that?""Stop it, damn it! You're just a child." My mind was rejecting her while my cock leaped to life as her hand closed around it.I closed my eyes. ORAL SEX! I had read about it in the marriage manual I'd bought just before coming out to Harder Valley. I had had only a few sexual experiences in my life-and only one unhappy episode of being fellated. I had taken a co-ed to a sophomore dance. She got drunk. I tried to lay her in the back of the car, but she insisted on going down on it. Just as I started to come, she spit my cock out, and I blew all over my only good pair of slacks. Ugh!I suddenly realized Linda was no longer stretched out on top of me. I opened my eyes to find her sprawled between my legs, one hand holding my stiff cock, and the other tugging my opened slacks down over my hips. "What are you doing?""Eating it." She smiled up at me happily, then opened her lips to nibble at the tender crown. "Lie back and take it easy for a while. You'll like it. You'll see."I already liked it. Her tongue flicked around the underside of it like a hummingbird sipping at a full-blown bloom. An image of the grim, sour visage of Miss Wilson came to mind, followed by remembrance of the touch of her loving hand on Miss Coffey's knee. "I like that, Linda." No one could accuse me of teaching this girl any tricks. She was already obviously an expert by virtue of long practice. I lifted my hips to offer more of this joystick to her boggling mouth. I was on fire. Sweat poured down my face, onto my throat. Her suckling seemed to be drawing eddies and streams of joy from every part of me, swirling through every nerve and tissue to swell into a flood of delight that surged into my genitals. Frantically, I reached for a handkerchief in my back pocket, brought it out to toss onto my belly. "I'm coming! Linda! Linda!" I trembled as successive surges of liquid delight pounded up to explode in geysers within her warm, moist, sucking mouth. She refused to release my shriveled cock until the last drop of juice had been drawn off. "There's a handkerchief there, Linda.""What's that for?" She giggled. "I like the taste of it." She scrambled up to lie beside me. "You should have taken your clothes off. I could have driven you wild with a tongue-bath.""A what?"She raised up on an elbow to look at me, her brows lifted in disbelief. "Hey!" she exclaimed, "you're not kidding! Boy! Have I got a lot to teach you." She rose, and held out a hand. "Come on. Get undressed. Now you gotta do me. We just have time for one today."I stripped and stood beside the bed, studying the slim lines of her girlish figure. Her breasts were firm and fully formed, the small coral centers no larger than a quarter, her hips narrow as a boy's. But the pubic mound was thickly matted with black, curly hair that glistened with her juices. "Come on, love me, love me all over."I slipped in beside her, nuzzling into her breasts, nibbling at her throat, tonguing in and around her ears. "Ooh! I like that. More." Her flesh was as tender and tasty as spring lamb. Wild with a crazy, wanton passion, my lips suckled and nibbled at her breasts, paused at each one as her hand cupped them alternately up into my hungry mouth."Man! That's the most!" She wriggled happily. "Oh! Love it, kiss it, bite it, eat it! More, more, more!"