you touch me like that, I can hardly talk. But-but I have to, I have to tell you everything, Miss Daventry. I love you. I want to kiss you. I want to do things for you. Like women do when they're in love, you know?'
'Huh? What do you know about women in love?'
'I-I saw it once. When my aunt came to visit. She had a friend with her, a girl friend, and I watched them one night when my folks were out. I was too young to understand then, but I've never forgotten it.'
'And you think you understand now? No, never mind, don't answer that. Noelle, please go home, I'd like to be alone awhile, I've got some understanding to do myself. I'm not angry, I just want you to get up and go home now, my dear. All right?'
'Yes, ma'm. Whatever you say… '
That ended it, giving me a chance to get over the shock. A gay proposition, imagine, and from a mere child! And it wasn't just a schoolgirl crush as I had suspected, oh no, this kid had seen lesbians in action and knew what she wanted. Better yet, she practically worshiped me already and would knock herself out to follow every safety rule-I laid down for her, making it easy to keep my sinful little fling a secret. So meek. So submissive. Such a cute toy for me to play with. And best of all, so safe! I'd be finished with my stint and leaving town long before either of us could get cocky enough to take any unnecessary risks, the kind that might lead to scandal. The temptation was irresistible. Now it was only a matter of figuring out when…
No problem. I did some research around my rooming-house, just enough to learn what the safest nights were. Not that we had to meet in secret, actually, a teacher asking her pupil over to work on an upcoming assembly program; what harm would anybody see in that? And if any unforeseen danger did popup, we could play it cool and sit downstairs in the living room and look busy. But my research paid off-Friday was the best night, everybody went to the local movie palace, leaving the coast clear for me and my eager young guest. And there we were the two of us in my room with the door locked-and the rest of the house empty.
I didn't waste much time getting down to business, delaying it just a few minutes to stress the need for secrecy. Then, quite boldly, “Well? Do you want to make love to me?'
You-you mean it? You'll let me?'
'Uh-huh. Give me a hand with my clothes.'
She caught her breath and let her eyelashes droop, suddenly shy again now that the chips were down. The freckles on her nose were delightfully appealing. Her hesitation was brief though, and soon I was naked on the bed touched only by the cool sheet and the adoring warmth of her eyes…
'Oh, you're so beautiful!'
'Don't tell me, show me. Show me with a kiss.'
'Uh, can I kiss you… uh… '
'Whatever you like, darling. I'm all yours.'
I saw her shiver, standing there and looking down at me, at my naked and inviting body. And then, as if her limbs had gone limp, she simply sank down upon me with just enough control to stay on target-a headlong dive between my thighs. I moaned rapturously, feeling my cunt, my long-neglected cunt, become a mouthful for that untutored but enthusiastic mouth.
Her moan sounded in response to mine. But even as I heard the noise, her tongue seemed to graze something extra sensitive down there, prodding me into a convulsive reaction, a spasmodic series of twists and jerks and twitches. I arched up to smear myself all over her face, all wet and squishy, the two of us, giving a special intimacy to the juncture of that burrowing face and my wedged-open cunt, the intimacy of sharing…
That was quite a night, our first but by no means last. We met often after that, every time my preparatory safety check allowed us to. I taught her how to lick my ass with that small but highly maneuverable tongue of hers, an accomplishment that she took to with great pride, aware of doing something that her visiting aunt hadn't done, She did it well, too, somehow always managing to go beyond my expectations in any new trick. I knew what it was to have every nerve singing, vibrating in concert while my torso squirmed slowly on the tip of her tongue. And I knew we would miss each other sorely when my sojourn in Hagersville ran its course, a day neither of us looked forward to.
Oddly enough, it wasn't until fairly late in the month that I learned something about her that everybody else already knew: the kid's father was a big wheel on the School Board. I had a queasy fit of giggles over that, but it was nothing to get panicky about, of course-just a whimsical twist, good for a laugh, something to remember in my old age. And then another twist!-it became something to pay attention to right then and there. As a practice teacher, it seemed that I had won the wholehearted approval of the local gentry, especially for my dramatics workshop and assembly programs, and was being considered for a permanent position next year after I got my degree. It was quite an honor and the money would be good, a cut above most beginning teachers in the state. Better yet, I would be in charge of all the plays and productions, a job to satisfy my craving for theatrical work; what a terrific deal!
But now, all of a sudden, it wasn't so funny to be fooling around with the daughter of a Board bigwig. For that matter, I was jeopardizing a good thing by fooling around at all. The time had come to break it off, but quick, and I did exactly that, trying to let Noelle down easy but still hurting her feelings in the procedure. It had to be a clean break, naturally, so that I wouldn't be stuck with the same problem next year. But the kid couldn't see it from my viewpoint and got so sulky that I wondered if her parents wouldn't notice it and start worrying about her. Which was why I decided to humor her when she telephoned that Saturday afternoon and told me to come over; her folks were out for the day and she had the house to herself, a perfect opportunity for the two of us to get together again, just this once.
I went, hoping to talk some sense into her. Only it wasn't exactly a peaceful occasion, much to my regret. She was pretty upset, on the brink of hysteria practically, raving and ranting about my falling in love with somebody else, one of the beautiful girls in the big assembly show I was rehearsing. I got angry and called her a brat. She retaliated, calling me a bitch and slapping my face. I slapped her back and then all hell broke loose as we traded strangle holds and tumbled to the floor. Someone's foot raked across an electric cord, yanking a big lamp from its table; it toppled and smashed, scattering bits of broken bulb all over the place.
But the fight had gone out of Noelle by then and she seemed to melt all of a sudden. My grip slackened. Triumph surged through me as I felt her, age turn to affection. Or was it lust? Even now, those feverish little hands were fucking my skirt up and clawing at my panties. And that resourceful mouth of hers was kissing up my thighs even as she gasped for breath-yes, this was where it belonged, that mouth, this was its true purpose in life; hadn't I taught her that? No complaining or sulking or whining or shouting or shrieking. No hysterics. Only this…
The sound of our heavy breathing was already too loud. We didn't hear the key scratching m the lock. Nor did we see the front door swing open. Only when an unfamiliar voice became suddenly audible did I realize that we were no longer alone in the house. I froze. They were standing there, a middle aged couple, aghast at the sight of their beloved daughter sucking a cunt. My stomach turned over and I retched. Vomited. All over the floor. All over the rug, All over the glass fragments from the broken lamp. And all over my teaching career, or-course, all over my college degree…
It was a degree I never got. There was no scandal, oddly enough, it was all kept hushed up. I was asked to resign from the university and to seek my means of livelihood elsewhere preferably in some other state. I didn't ever dare go home; besides, what excuse could I make for the best Helen the town of Troy ever had? I felt alone. Alone and helpless. No one to turn to, not a friend left in all the world.
But that wasn't really true oh no I did have a friend, someone who would be glad to see me. Someone who would put me up and tide me over the rough spots until I got myself straightened out. A phone call would cadge an invitation, even If the bereaved widow didn't need consolation any more.
Chapter 16
The lamp must have still been on when I dozed off. The last thing I could recall' was looking up at the ceiling mirror again and renewing my optimistic view of life. With my youth and beauty still intact, I just wasn't going to let that one bad break get me down. A college degree wasn't so important these days. And who wanted to be a teacher anyway, what kind of life was that for a beautiful girl? And I was beautiful, sure enough, that mirror up there told me so. You're so vain…
