against my swollen clit.
We both lay sideways on the sand and did nothing for a few minutes but get our breath back.
'Jesus,' he finally said, 'that was some kind of fuck.'
I didn't say anything. I just lay on my back and savored the afterglow.
'Hey, how old are you, anyway?' he asked.
'Oh, old enough to be your big sister, I guess,' I replied. I was amused at his sudden interest in my age. Since he was a Brightwater student I was virtually certain he had laid the meat to girls my age before at some time or other. It was probably a safe guess that he had done it with Kate, in fact.
I wondered if he would mention anything about having tucked an 'older woman,' but he didn't.
My bantering reply seemed to be enough for him.
'Live around here?' he asked.
'Yes,' I answered. But I offered no further information and he didn't push for it. I purposely refrained from revealing that I was a new teacher at his own school. I thought it would be fun to let him run into me in the hall some time and have it blow his mind.
It had been at least a couple of hours since I'd arrived on the beach. I got my things together and beaded for the water. I wanted a nice cool swim before heading on back to my room.
Fifteen minutes of immersion in the Pacific did wonders for me. The cool water was so refreshing I was glad I had taken the time to try it. Even though my hair was a bit dirty from the salt water, my skin felt wonderfully alive and tingly. When I walked home past the rocks where the boy and I had had our fucking he was nowhere to be seen. I wondered idly what his name was, but I knew I'd easily be able to find out later.
That night at dinner I sat again with my usual group, Kate, Carrie and Cliff. Now that I was better acquainted with them, they spoke of things openly that would never have been mentioned otherwise. 'Tim told me this morning he hopes be has you for a class, Millie,' Cliff said to me.
'Really?' I said. ‘Well, I'm flattered. Maybe he will be in a class of mine.'
'He really must have warmed to you when he carried that luggage up for you,' Cliff continued.
I couldn't miss the sexual implication in what he said if I took it literally. It was true, of course. The kid had 'warmed' to me, and me to him. Same for Petey, for that matter. But how did Cliff know so damned much about it? When I asked him point-blank, Cliff said that the two kids were in his care-group. He added, ‘We're pretty close, you know. They tell me a lot of their secrets.'
Kate told him to quit playing around with me and admit how much he knew. Cliff grinned and apologized, and I soon learned everything. Kate was quick to clear things up. She explained that almost all the kids in school were very open with people they trusted, and that nearly everyone's sexual contacts were common knowledge. Cliff had held out telling me he knew, just to tease me. As an extra gesture of good will she admitted she had been in a threesome with a boy and girl that very morning, and said I shouldn't ever be upset at other teachers knowing of any tucking that might take place between me and any of the students in school.
'That's right,' said Carrie, 'don't let them tease you. Everyone here who has a yen for kids winds up sleeping with them, and no one gives a damn. Don't worry about it.'
Coming from her, such a statement was especially welcome. After all, she was one of the few abstainers.
'And how about you,' Cliff kidded her, 'do you still claim you're completely unmoved by all these good-looking young studs around here? Some day I bet you'll change your tune. One of these kids is going to look good to you one of these days, I'll bet.'
'No,' she calmly replied, 'it's only the grown ones I go for. I can't see anything in these kids.'
'She has a boy friend up in Santa Maria that keeps her satisfied,' explained Kate. 'I think Cliffs right, though. Sooner or later she's bound to get hot pants for one of the kids here at school.'
Carrie only grinned and claimed it would never happen. Apparently the subject was one often joked about between the three of them, and I'd be hearing more of it in the future.
Kate told me I was to be allowed to indoctrinate a new student that night, claiming that my scene with Tim and Petey had proven I was 'fully capable.' She handed me a file and said, 'Here's all about him. His name is Bobby. His picture's inside, take a look.'
I opened the file folder and did a double take at the picture.
'You… you've got to be kidding,' I exclaimed. 'This kid doesn't look a day over eight years old!'
'Seven,' said Kate. 'You missed it a year. He's big for his age.'
CHAPTER SIX
'Seven!' I cried. 'You can't be serious. I mean, getting it on with boys in addition to men is one thing… or even boys instead of men… but a seven-year-old is nothing but a child. Just a little kid. That would really be robbing the cradle!'
'You'll be surprised at how erotic a little seven-year-old can be,' said Kate, unfazed by my outburst. 'Besides, you ought to be honored. That's just the age Ian likes. And it was his own decision to let you have Bobby first. You ought to be proud that the headmaster thinks so well of you after no longer than you've been here. I was here for an entire week before I was given an indoctrination assignment… and even then he turned out to be fifteen. By~ the time they're that old they're too near to being men. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just that if you want a boy, something truly different to tuck, then you should get a boy… not just a pocket-sized version of a man.'
'I don't know…' I hesitated.
'Go ahead, Millie,' Kate urged. 'I promise you you'll love it. It's so much fun to break in a kid that age. It's like writing on blank paper. A seven-year-old is usually as innocent as the day is long.
You get to lead him through every step. Believe me, it's really great to get one that old and give him his first lesson in screwing. Ask Cliff. He'll tell you.'
Cliff said, 'The age sounds good, Kate, but remember, I'm not into boys. Just girls.'
'Yes,' volunteered Carrie, 'you should have seen Cliff last month with his little eight-year-old friend.'
'Eight?' I repeated, turning to Cliff. 'But a little girl that young couldn't even take your cock into her cunt lips, much less all the way back. You'd puncture her cherry on the first stroke if you were able to get it in that far.'
'There are plenty of other things a guy can do with a little girl besides that,' he replied.
It was true, I realized. It had been foolish for me-to jump to that conclusion. There were plenty of things a man could do with a little girl other than making it the regular way. He could fingerfuck her, suck her titties and pussy, dry-fuck her by sliding his cock in. and out between her legs, have her give him a hand job, have her give him a nice wet blow job and lots more. And it was the same way with a boy. There were plenty of things to do with a young boy. Yet the thought of myself messing around with any kid of only seven was difficult for me to conceive. I couldn't imagine, frankly, that a kid that young could be sexually attractive to me, in spite of what Cliff had claimed. And I wondered if the child would be old enough to get anything out of it himself.
'Well,' said Kate, 'if you really want to turn it down, I'll be glad to take the assignment in your place if Ian will let me. He'll probably want to handle little Bobby himself. If you're sure about it then, I guess-'
But I interrupted her in mid-sentence. 'No, wait a minute, I didn't mean I was turning it down.
I… I just wasn't certain about it. I'll do it.'
Cliff and Kate both broke into smiles and assured me I would love the experience. Carrie simply commented, ‘Whatever turns you on… '
Kate looked at her watch and said, 'The kid's due in the receiving parlor in ten minutes. He's up at the finance office right now getting his entrance fees approved. His parents have already left him in our custody.'
I took the file folder in hand, excused myself from the table, and set out to meet him.
Bobby turned out to be a black-haired, clean-cut little boy with big, trusting eyes and a rather shy demeanor.
I greeted him warmly and told him that I was Ms. Ward, but that he should call me by my first name. I had to reassure him twice before he was bold enough to call me 'Millie.'
