"It's nothing really," she said, sighing. "I just have a couple of students I have trouble liking."
"Don't tell me, let me guess. Would one of them be Dale Paulson?"
"How did you guess?"
"Everybody's had a problem with that one. He's been bad news ever since the day he walked in here as a freshman. How he ever got to be a senior is beyond me. Most of his buddies, the guys he hung around with, have dropped out."
"What happened to them?"
"Oh, they're around town. I see the whole bunch of them hanging around at the drive-in once in a while. Bunch of no goods. Most of them look worse than Dale. Next to them, he's clean cut."
"They must be terrible. As far as I'm concerned, Dale's appearance is disgusting, and his behavior is abominable." She sipped at her coffee, her little finger arched properly.
Ben chuckled. "You know what that kid used to do in my class? He sat right in the front row. When I was just about in the middle of my lecture, he'd lean back on the lab stool and scratch his crotch. I swear, he did it every damn day, no matter who was watching."
Betty blushed. Quickly, she looked down into her coffee cup, trying to block out the memory of how fascinated she had been by the sight of Dale with his hand in his crotch.
"Sorry," Ben said quickly. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"No, that's all right. He does that in my class too."
"Who's the other student you mentioned? You said you were having trouble with two of them."
"Not trouble exactly. They just get on my nerves. The other one is Susie Walters."
"Susie? Really? I never had a bit of trouble with her."
"You didn't? I thought she was supposed to be a real problem. Maybe it's because you're a man."
"Yeah, maybe," Ben said quietly, drinking his coffee.
There was no maybe about it. The fact that he was male had made a great deal of difference. He spotted Susie Walters the first day she walked into his class. His eyes followed the soft, generous curves down to her long, tapering legs. She was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen. She practically reeked of it. Besides that, the way she looked at him made him feel she was ready for anything.
During his lectures he tried to keep from looking to Susie. Every time he did, he lost his place in the text. The dark haired girl sat there, a half smile on her shiny, half-parted lips. She arched her back slightly, letting her huge, melon shaped breasts poke out at him. When she was sure she had his eye, Susie would glance down at her chest as if inviting Ben to feel, explore, taste the soft flesh. No matter how hard he tried to avoid staring at Susie, it happened a couple of times in the course of each lecture. He would lick his lips and try to go on, stumbling over his words. Susie grinned in satisfaction and arched her back all the more.
At the end of the first week, Susie lingered after class. "Mr. Sommers," she said in her low, husky voice. "I'm having trouble with chemistry. Could I come in and see you after school tonight?"
"Why, of course. I'll be here."
"Good. I'll see you after my last class."
Ben's eyes were on the girl's pert little behind as she left the room. Was she coming in after school because she really needed help? Help in chemistry was not all he wanted to give her. He had never had sex with a student, not that he had not thought about it. There were any number of girls that he had had very randy fantasies about over the few years he had been teaching. In a couple of instances, he had come very close to making a move to carry them out, but something always stopped him. This time, he was sure, he would let nothing stand in his way, not if Susie gave the slightest hint she was interested in him.
Ben was sitting at his desk grading papers when Susie arrived. She leaned over and said, "Hi, Mr. Sommers."
He noticed her blouse was unbuttoned halfway down, and he could see the ivory colored tops of her breasts quite clearly.
"Hi, Susie," he replied, making no effort to move his eyes from her cleavage.
"I came in for some help, remember?" She arched her back again, letting the blouse gape open wider. Ben caught his breath. His mouth filled with saliva. He could imagine the musky flavor of that intimately enclosed flesh. What would the satiny skin feel like against his hot, wet tongue? The familiar tingle began in his crotch, and he knew his penis was beginning to inflate, inching its way slowly down his inner thigh, growing to its full, ten inch length. Ben Sommers had a huge cock. It had been that way from the time he was a teenager. He was proud of it, but there were times when it was a problem, like right now.
He glanced up at Susie's face and caught his breath when he saw where her eyes were focused. She was staring openly at his bulging crotch, her lips slightly parted. It was as though she were frozen, hypnotized by the huge, uncoiling snake between his muscular thighs.
"What can I do for you, Susie?" Ben asked, his voice low and husky.
The girl jumped as though she had been shot. "Oh, yes, I'm having trouble with chemistry, like I said. It's those problems you gave us yesterday. I can't do any of them." She tried to keep her eyes on the teacher's face, but they kept wanting to slip back down to his crotch. Could he really be as big as he looked? She thought Dale Paulson was well endowed, but Mr. Sommers made him look like a child.
Sommers got up from his desk. His long prick protruded from his pants leg, tenting it out. Susie gasped with excitement. It was true. The giant tube of hard flesh hung halfway to his knee. What would it look like without those slacks in the way, she wondered. Peelings of lewdness coursed through the girl's young body. She wanted to see. She wanted to experience that penis. She could imagine it forcing its brutal way between her widely splayed legs, pushing up into her flat belly, making it expand and push out because of its very size. It would hurt. She was sure of that. But the pain would all be worth it. A cock like that could satisfy a girl for a lifetime.
"Sit down, Susie, and let's work out a couple of those problems," Mr. Sommers said. He indicated his desk chair, and Susie slipped into it. The cushion was still warm from his sitting there, and she thrilled to the closeness. They were alone. Anything could happen, and besides that, he was hard. What was most exciting to Susie was that the teacher did not seem to be in the least embarrassed about his erection. He made no effort to hide it from her. It was just as if he wanted her to notice how excited he was. She had. Susie could feel the dampness in her crotch. Her genitals were automatically preparing themselves for action. What would her chemistry teacher think if he knew that? She smiled to herself. In class, Mr. Sommers seemed so subdued, so proper. Was her impression correct? Right now she was questioning it.
Ben leaned over the sitting girl. Now he could see right down into the front of her blouse. She was not wearing a.brassiere. Her pert, young breasts, so large for a girl her age, stood out proudly. He leaned forward a little more. Fresh excitement rushed through him. He could see the large, dusky colored nipples. Their pinky-browness covered the entire end of each breast. His fingers inched along the back of the chair, itching to explore, to pinch, to excite those small buds of womanhood. Ben could sense the smell of her. She was so fresh, and at the same time so ripe for pleasure. He had given up trying to control his rampant erection. His long penis ached with hardness, so engorged with blood he was half afraid it would split wide open. No, he thought, this is a student. I cannot go further. I'll lose my job.
Susie leaned back in the chair, her shoulder brushing against the hardness of his erect member, and the thoughts left his mind. The girl made no move to shift her position. She simply sat there, her shoulder pressing against his crotch. Oh, God, he was about to climax in his pants. Could Susie be unaware of what she was doing to him? That did not seem possible. His prick was throbbing so hard it was as if he had a second heart beating in its tip. The long, thick stalk jerked with excitement, nudging his blunt, swollen tip against the girl. She let out a little gasp.