He motioned to a strapping boy of fourteen or so, who walked in with two of my suitcases and said, "Where would you like these? There are two more out in the hail."
"Rave to run now," said the older guy. "He'll help you with the rest. By the way, I'm Cliff. I teach here too. Heard you were coming, but hadn't met you yet. See you around."
He was gone then, as quickly as he, had come. I didn't even get a chance to thank him. The boy placed my suitcase where I indicated and went back for the others. But before I could get my Wits about me and run to the window to check on the couple I'd been watching, Tim was already coming into my room with the other luggage.
I'd known, of course, that the school was known not only for its high tuition and its beautiful site overlooking the Pacific, but also as a model though a somewhat notorious one-of a free school. I was just beginning to find out how really "free" they were here. Without a thought, Tim ripped off his shirt and asked where he could wash off. Tugging with all my things had gotten him dirty.
I was a little taken aback by his presumption. After all, I was a teacher-though admittedly a brand-new one-and he was only a student. I told him I guess he could use my bathroom. Apparently my tone gave me away.
"Hey, you're not up tight about the old student teacher bullshit, are you?" he asked. "Because it just doesn't work that way at Brightwater. That's what's groovy about the place."
Apparently there was a lot I was going to have to learn about the, place. But, I didn't want to appear a dodo ‘to this fourteen-year-old kid.
"No," I quickly answered, "I'm not up tight. Of course not. Go ahead and wash up."
The smile was back. "I knew you must be okay or they wouldn't have hired you. No straight laced chicks are allowed around here. Students or teachers."
As he walked to the bathroom I found myself paying plenty of attention to the boy's physique. It was obvious he must have been practicing weightlifting from an early age. Not only was he young and firm, but also quite heavily muscled. But my 16mistake was that he saw me in the mirror. Without batting an eye,' be stepped out of his pants and turned around. He was through washing up, and it seemed entirely rude of him to take off his pants.
"You seemed interested," he said confidently, "so I thought you might like to see more."
He was wearing only his shorts, shoes and socks. As I stood aghast not yet answering, he kicked off the shoes and socks. There he was, in nothing but his white, tight-fitting' jockey shorts. His hairy legs and strong chest and arms were so mature looking, I'll admit, that I couldn't help but wonder if the thing responsible for the lump in his shorts was equally well-developed. But I tore my eyes away so he wouldn't notice my interest.
"I really think you'd better-" I began, but was interrupted.
"I think I'd better, too," he impishly cut in. "I'd better take off my shorts so you can see everything. And while I'm at it, Teach, let's see how you look underneath your clothes."'
"What!" I cried, infuriated at his gall. "Listen here, young man, if you think-"
"Aw, come on," he chided, "you know darned well you like what you see. Don't think I'm conceited, either. It's just that I've had a lot of chicks tell rue they dug my body. Heck, I bet my big sis is older than you, and it was her that first turned me onto fucking. When I was eight years old-"
It was my turn to interrupt. Things were getting entirely out of hand. "You'd better leave," I said coolly, maintaining my composure as best I could. ‘What makes you think I'd let you do anything… what even makes you think I like you that well-besides you're much too young to interest me."
"Oh! yeah?" he came back, challenging me.
"Does this look like a cock that's too little for you? There's plenty of grown guys that don't have one like this."
He was right. The kid-he was naked now-had a damned big cock for his age. I only' hoped I could keep my mind off it.
"It's none of your business what I might happen to think about such things, Tim," I said, as formally as possible. "You can't just come in here and show off like this and expect me to-"
He surprised me by walking over to where I was and taking hold of my shoulder, not hard but firm enough to make me take notice.
"I'll tell you what I expect you to do," he brazenly told me. "I expect you to be just like most girls. I expect you to claim you don't want to fool around any, even though you really want to. You're just like my girl friend back home. All this talk~ about being goody-goody, but when I'd make her take her blouse off, and she'd feel my mouth on her tits, she couldn't wait for me to have my hands in her panties."
His grip was surprisingly firm. And now that he was so close, his naked cock was pressing my skirt. He was only about my height, so the end of the damn thing was sticking me right in the crotch. There was something about his super-aggressive manner that made me respond to him in spite of myself.
When he put his hand on my blouse and touched my tit, I knew I was a goner. I pulled back and started to say something, but he threw his other arm around me and pulled me to him for a kiss. He didn't just touch my lips. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and started frenching me.
I struggled a little, feeling stupid at being overpowered by a fourteen-year-old. It only seemed to make him more passionate. He pushed me down 18on the bed and in seconds had my blouse all the way open. My braless tits jumped out and he grabbed them with both hands. I don't mind saying that mine are really nice ones, plenty full but also very firm and high, with nipples that get hard as a tack when I get hot. And that's how they were and he knew it. He put his mouth on one and it made me gasp.
"Jeez, man, these are really nice," he said, getting all excited and impatient. "You remind me of my sis in more ways than one. Coal-black hair and a peachy-smooth complexion. Bet you've got a muff and a half in your undies, huh? Is the hair around your pussy as thick and black as the hair on your head?"
But when I started to answer he snaked a hand inside the waistband' of my skirt and in seconds had his hand on the crotch of my panties. When he felt that I was wet there, he got such a big charge from it that I could feel his cock quake against the front of my thigh all the way through the material ‘of my skirt.
That's when the top blew off.
"Come on in, Petey," Tim yelled out my half-open door~ "She's ready for it. Boy but is she ready come feel how wet she is!"
To my utter surprise and deep embarrassment, a little redheaded boy no more than eleven or twelve dashed into the room and closed the door behind. Then, with a sly grin on his immature face, he turned and carefully locked it.
CHAPTER TWO
I can't deny I was getting plenty hot from the feel of Tim's mouth on my tits, not to mention the hand that was inside my panties and making me all steamy and wet between my legs. But to have the precocious little devil yelling about it to another kid was too much.
I struggled away from him enough to get his fingers out of my crotch and said, "Just what do you think you're doing, young man?" I tried to make my voice sound cool to ‘the point of florid anger, but the tremor in my throat was a dead give away to the way I really felt.
"Don't act alt high and mighty just because Petey's here," Tim shot back at me. "You're not the first teacher he'8 seen all hot and ready to be fucked."
I sputtered a lot and started to give them both a piece of my mind, but it didn't fool Tim for a minute. He could tell I was dying to be screwed, in spite of my best efforts to hide it.
"Don't leave Petey out in the cold just because he looks a little young to you," be said. "In case you didn't know it, Teach, plenty of boys need it when they're his age, and he's one of them. Hell, he's twelve. I was laying the meat to my twenty-year-old cousin when I was just ten."