Tessie turned the white garbage pail over and sat on it, lighting up the joint, figuring to pass the time while she waited for the coast to be clear and the cops all gone. Toking, she wondered where Roy was; if he'd got caught. He's gonna pull some time for coke… and grass… and all those pills. If they pick him up. She hoped he'd gotten away. The more she smoked, the more she relaxed, and the fear that she hadn't allowed herself to be conscious of before now crept up her spine. A wave of paranoia swept over her and she threw the roach into the sink and left the bathroom. Suddenly, Tessie didn't want to be alone.
Pressing the elevator button, she looked nervously up and down the long corridor. There was no one around and Tessie was frightened, very frightened. She calmed herself, rationalizing that if the lights in the classrooms were on, people had to be around. Mr. Sands teaches at night, she remembered, and his daytime class was on this floor. Maybe his night class was, too.
Peeking in through the glass window of the door, she saw him, and, as easily as fear had come, it disappeared. She watched unnoticed for a while, beginning to think of seducing her history teacher again. She hadn't had much success with him, so far. Her stoned brain and the unchanneled sexual drives of her fifteen- year-old body brought her hand to the doorknob. She entered the room, disassociated from herself, not sure of what she was going to do, and she staggered forward and leaned on Mr. Sands' desk.
'Hello!'
'My god, Tessie! What the – '
'I was in the neighborhood? Forgot something in my desk?'
The room was filled with people, most of them older men and women who were trying to get the high school diploma denied to them in their youth. Theirs was the generation that had gone to work at an early age, quitting school after only the third or fourth grade. Some of them laughed at the sight of Tessie flopping her body in front of Mr. Sands' bewildered face, but most of them just stared in confusion.
'Tessie, you're a sight. Where've you been? My god!'
'To an orgy. We missed you.'
Someone gasped and someone else laughed, but Mr. Sands only paled. Rising, he took Tessie by the shoulders and straightened her up. He led the giggling girl towards the door.
'You are crazy. Goddamn crazy,' he admonished once they were out in the hallway. 'Are you drunk, or hopped up?'
'Hopped up?' She laughed at him until his face reddened in embarrassment. 'Christ, where'd you get that? Hopped up! I'm a little ripped, that's all.' She snuggled her body up to his, and squirmed against him. 'Wanna fuck,' she whispered.
'My god.'
'Wanna?'
'You are crazy… out of your mind!'
Tessie tried to kiss him.
'Tessie, stop it. Stop it, stop it!'
'Come on, I wanna fuck.' Tessie was taking full advantage of the fact that she could blame her wanton behavior on being stoned. Not that being stoned didn't help her courage.
'Look, here's a pass key. You go up to the infirmary and lie down. Class will be over in fifteen minutes and then I'll come and get you.'
'Oh wow!'
'Not for that Tessie. I'm going to drive you home… so you don't get into any trouble… in your condition.' Looking at her, appraising her – condition – he remembered her nipples thrusting through that red sweater that first day of school, and his hand trembled on her shoulder.
Tessie giggled. 'Yes, in my, er… condition, I sure need to be driven home.' She giggled again and blinked her eyes. 'You will drive me, won't you.
'Uh-yeah. Yes, yes. I'll drive you… home.' He went back into the classroom, but he couldn't seem to remember why.
Feeling very up, Tessie walked to the elevator and pressed the button again, listening to the car clank up through the shaft. The doors opened noisily and a short, balding man peered out.
'You been playing with the buttons?'
'Sure, now I'm gonna play with you.'
She entered the elevator and the doors closed. The short, balding man looked intimidated.
'Four, please,' she said, winking at him.
'There's nothin' on Four at night.'
'I'm gonna be. Mr. Sands told me to go there and… wait for him.' Her hint was on purpose, to titillate the already bewildered operator.
His eyes widened and then a smile danced across his lips. 'What for?'
'I don't know. He just told me to go up there, lay on a cot, and wait. Gotta listen to the teacher, you know.' She slithered towards him. 'But, he won't be up for about fifteen minutes, so maybe I can stay here and… talk to you.' She put her hand between his legs and searched the folds of his baggy uniform pants for his penis. 'Do you mind? I hate being alone.'
His penis found her, rising up under. his pants. She massaged it through the worn material until it was fully erect and pulsing with want. Her hand moved slowly to the top of his pants and then she slid it down inside of them, her fingers quickly pushing the bottom of his soiled teeshirt out of the way. She pulled the elastic band of his shorts away from his body and thrust the palm of her hand against the naked flesh of his cock.
'Oooooo!' Eyes closed and his bald head resting against the glossy brown elevator wall, his hand pushed some kind of lever on the driving mechanism and then he turned the key, locking the elevator. 'You are some nutty little girl.' Her hand squeezed into his fleshy organ, and he pumped his body back and forth, his prick sliding in and out of her palm.
'I just want to thank you for being so nice.' She watched his face as she masturbated him, her wrist hurting under the binds of the elastic in his shorts and from his belt, but she didn't stop. She wanted him to come, to come in her hand while she watched his face.
His eyes were closed, perspiration beaded his forehead, and his pink face flushed red. He licked his lips and took air in through his open mouth, smiling, pleasure clearly visible in his expression. Then he looked pained and his brow wrinkled, his nostrils flared, and he gritted his teeth: In her hand, his cock hardened and throbbed and twitched. She squeezed her fingers around it and pulled the skin down the shaft, gripping tighter and tighter.
'Agggghhhhhhh!' He slumped against her, both hands pawing her tits, pulling open the buttons of her blouse. One button popped off and fell to the floor. 'Tit, give me your tit.' His mouth circled one of her nipples and he sucked it in, biting it, hurting it. 'Agggghh!' Her hand filled with his sperm and it slimed through her fingers, saturating the cotton of his briefs, staining through to his baggy trousers. 'Cunt!' He came some more. 'Fuck!' And the last thick blob spurted out. Within seconds he was flaccid again.
Tessie withdrew her hand from his pants and massaged her sore wrist. She licked her sperm coated fingers, eyeing him to see his reaction. 'Good?'
'Yeah!' He was trying to clean the puddle of sperm in his shorts by stuffing his handkerchief down inside his pants. In spite of what had just happened, he was embarrassed to unzip his fly.
'What's your name?'
'Johnny.'
'Will you take me to Four, Johnny?'
His face showed appreciation. She was going to give him a chance to clean himself without embarrassing him further. As it was, it was going to be a long time before he even realized what had happened to him. The elevator reached the fourth floor just as the bells rang out through the halls. Tessie hurried to find the infirmary, to wait for Mr. Sands, leaving Johnny with only a few seconds before the elevator buzzer would be sounded from all floors.
'Tessie,' Mr. Sands whispered tentatively. 'Tessie, you in here?'
'Over here, on the cot.'
'Where's the light?'
'There's a switch by the door, but don't turn it on.'
'Why not? What are you doing?' He tried to see Tessie, but the room was totally blackened. The shades must
