"Just keep quiet so we don't attract any attention," she heard Gary say, and she immediately ducked down under the window of the door. She really should not keep on watching, she told herself. But she almost knew right then that as soon as she could, she would try to again. There was something utterly compelling about getting to watch two teenagers, both with absolutely perfect bodies, make love to each other without them knowing that anyone else could see.
So in a few seconds, she slowly raised herself up to the level of the window and looked in anxiously, sweat pouring from her brow. Thank God, she thought, that no one's decided to walk around in this hall. It wasn't so much that she was afraid of getting caught as she was of the footsteps scaring off Pam and Gary. A pang of guilt grabbed her. This was awful, she knew, but she knew just as well that her curiosity had to be sated.
She had to smile when she looked in the window, since she had just been worrying about the sound of footsteps interrupting Pam and Gary. It was obvious now that the Russians could have decided to have started a nuclear attack by dropping a hydrogen bomb on Marley High School and that Pam and Gary would not have noticed.
Now they were tearing off the remaining of each other's clothing – Gary sliding off the cheerleader skirt as Pam kicked off the shoes, then flinging the skirt into the air, then more slowly peeling off the orange string bikini panties, so tight that they cut slightly into her bronzed skin. And Pam's hands, moving like butterflies, had bunched together his jeans at his knees before he had stepped out of them and his boots. Now she grabbed into his underpants, severely distended by the blood-engorged member that was now pulsating frantically. Linda could easily see, as she stood in rapt fascination, how a clear drop of love juice had already emerged onto the tip of Gary's blue-veined stiffness which stood up ramrod straight against his hard, flat belly. Pam's hands were a blur on his nine-inch meatiness, with her polished fingernails barely fitting around the steely thickness. He too, now threw back his head and moaned like a wounded tiger. "Oh, baby yes… oh do me, do me hard. Come on, bitch, suck it… you know you want it baby please suck it, oh God… oooo… I'm gonna cum… yeah, now I'm…"
And he started to scream, but Pam apparently realized what would follow if he did and clamped a hand over his mouth as he writhed with the ecstasy of a shower of delicious sparks, as if an earthquake had just struck Southern California with Marley High School as the epicenter. Stunned, Linda watched his ivory hardness explode with shot after creamy shot of burning male sperm, each one flying higher and higher until they had nearly hit the eight foot ceiling, as Pam's free hand continued to stroke frantically at his still swollen and reverberating thickness, which remained standing straight up in the air, ready for even more duty should the call come.
But now Gary was being required something of a different use of his body, as Pam now sat atop one of the desks and began to feverishly finger her soaking wet pubic vee. She began to gyrate her hips and arch her back as if to invite every man with even the slightest drop of lust still living within his body to give her everything he could. "Come here, big boy," Linda heard her sat. "I made you cum pretty good. It's time for you to return the favor, stud. Let's see what that tongue of yours can do… oh yeah, oh, I love it when you… yes, yes oh, faster, you stud… I love it… yes… Come on, make me come… do it, do it, yeah baby, yes, I'm cumming… oh, oh ooo, give me more!!!"
And Pam's tightly-muscled hips now jerked spasmodically, pumping like a piston into Gary's head, as Gary returned the solid thinking she'd shown by clamping a hand over her mouth to muffle the gasps of delight as she came. Pam's eyes were closed to everything except this holy moment. She tangled her fingers in his brown curly hair, urging him wordlessly to keep his face down into her cunt, as close as he could get to her throbbing cuntal walls. She quivered continually, and her long, trim legs parted even further, offering up her all to him.
Now she was coming again and again, soaring into the peaks of total abandonment of anything except the God of Lust. She lay trembling with her hips jerking for what seemed to Linda to be endless moments. "Steve and I have never made it like that," she thought and for just an instant a flash of jealousy lighted up inside her brain, as Pam's whole frame vibrated as if it were a single muscle, dedicated to nothing but the satisfaction of pure sexual heat, so hot that a hundred people besides Linda could have probably been watching without Pam or Gary noticing.
Footsteps. They were moving fast this way, several people. It sounded like a bunch of kids and in a flash Linda had swiveled off into the center of the hall as if she'd never been standing at the door of her classroom. She made it back to the faculty room in less than 45 seconds.
CHAPTER FIVE
When she got to the faculty room, no one had missed her, thank God, even though it was only a few minutes until the lunch bell rang. Nothing ever seemed to happen to anyone else, she reflected. Why is it now happening to me, she wondered.
She hardly tasted lunch that day, sort of force feeding herself to avoid getting cramps later on. How could she have made herself keep on watching that disgusting spectacle? She had always tried to believe that there were higher, finer things in life than acting like animals, yet when confronted with the choice – and all she would have had to have done is turn away – she had given in to the primitive instincts.
"What's the matter, Linda?" asked Dan Jencks. "Cat got your tongue or something?"
"Oh nothing, Dan. I just have had a rough day so far and I've got three more periods to go. I'm just feeling sorry for myself, which is pretty silly."
"Oh, we all get like that, sweetheart. You wouldn't be human if you didn't."
"Thanks, Dan. I guess I just kind of feel a little weird today."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Well, you know how you sometimes don't do something that you should have done, right? Well, I should have been a little nicer to my husband, Steve, and I wasn't this morning," she said. It was as if by saying the words out loud, she was revealing the truth of her statement to herself. Maybe that was why she'd been looking for so long at that silly window, as if she'd somehow began trying to make up for the lack of affection she'd shown him this morning…
"So what this means, I guess, is that I've been a little off today as a result. I guess you could say that I'm just feeling a little bit guilty, Dan."
"You must really love your husband, Linda," said Dan with a chuckle.
"I do."
"You probably frustrate the hell out of Jack O'Neill," he now whispered.
"Well," said Linda, trying to act coy and not give away anything. "He does seem like a bit of a dirty old man, I suppose I could say."
"Did he do any thing to you? If he did, I'll get his ass in a giant sling."
"Oh, no," said Linda confidently. "I've got him under control. I love my husband so much that I don't really care about what other men do. Matter of fact, I get a big bang just out of doing things like going to the football game tonight and doing the chaperoning and ticket taking. We just get a big charge out of each other, no matter what we're doing," said Linda, realizing that she felt much better all of a sudden. Somehow, that weird scene in the classroom didn't really seem to be bothering her anymore.
"Well, I'm very happy for you Linda. Listen," he said, getting up, "I'll probably see you at the game tonight, so be sure and introduce me to Steve, if it's not too inconvenient for you."
"Sure thing." And Linda did feel better for the rest of the day. She was now lecturing about the Dark Ages and Early Middle Ages, a topic fairly dear to her heart. "What emerged from the chaos of the barbarian and the ensuing break-down of long-time social organizations was a strong desire for order and solidarity in every day life. For this reason, the picture that you have of the Middle Ages as a very stable period of time with few disruptions except for religious ones, is very accurate. The stability lent itself to the purposes of the Catholic Church during those times."