'I'd rather have beer.' She couldn't believe she'd said it, but Mr. Anderson didn't come unglued like she'd thought.
'I'm not sure I approve of students drinking. Especially not while they are at my apartment getting help with lessons.'
'If it bugs you, that's okay. I'll have water.'
'But maybe I could find a beer. Maybe I'll even have one with you.' Mr. Anderson laughed as he went to rummage in the refrigerator. Cammy skinned off her sweater and tossed it on the sofa. Then she kicked off her shoes and spread her bare toes deep in the carpet. Mr. Anderson watched her from the kitchen. When he came over with her beer, she thought his hand was shaking.
'Since we're going to be working together, Camilla, why don't you forget all that Mr. Anderson stuff and just call me Bob.'
'Okay.' Cammy took a big slug of beer. 'You know you could have gotten into a lot of trouble for doing what you did to me that day after class.'
'Yes, I know. You've been kind not to mention it to anyone.'
'Most people would tell me I'm crazy to come here to your apartment alone.'
Bob Anderson took a long pull on his beer. 'I hope you don't feel threatened. I only want what's good for you, Camilla.'
Cammy looked down at the lump in his pants. 'That's what you want to give me, isn't, it? Wouldn't you like to pull off my skirt and top and then jerk down my panties and run your hands over my body?'
She drank some more and looked up to see Bob's reaction.
'Normally I'd like to slap the face of anyone who spoke to me like that.'
'But you don't want to slap mine?' Cammy turned and pushed herself against him. Her small tits pressed into his chest and her upturned mouth was soft, lips slightly parted. Bob Anderson swallowed hard…
'You'd like to do something else to me, wouldn't you?'
'I… I think I need something to go with this beer.' Mr. Anderson turned to a small cabinet and jerked it open. With trembling fingers he poured four fingers of scotch into a glass and tossed it off neat. Camilla undid the first two buttons of her blouse and came to stand beside him. As he chased the scotch with a drink of beer, Bob Anderson peered down at her exposed tits.
'I haven't been able to get you off my mind,' he said, the words coming fast and hard. 'I dream about you. When I manage to sleep at all. I think of your hands and the smell of your cunt.'
Cammy hadn't expected anything like this. At first she thought Mr. Anderson might be making fun of her, but the look in his eyes was crazy. He reached a hand out and gently took her long, blonde braid in his fingers.
'Mr. Anderson… I mean, Bob. Bob, I'm here because my math grades aren't good as good as my parents would like. If I don't make good math grades, I won't get into Yale. I don't know what you have in mind, but if I don't start bringing my grades up…'
'Forget about your damned grades.' Bob Anderson waved a hand. 'You'll have straight A's from now on. If you'll only… only…'
'If I'll only what?'
Bob buried his face in her hair. 'Cammy, I've got to fuck you. I can't live without fucking you.'
Cammy twisted out of his embrace and walked to the window. Bob's place was three stories up and the view across a nearby park was pretty. She could feel his eyes on her.
'I could get in a lot of trouble,' she said, taking another mouthful of beer. She couldn't let him know how nervous she was.
'I know that. We both could get in trouble. But if you'll…'
'If there was some way you could show me you really cared for me. Then I'd know you wouldn't hurt me. I'd feel safer.' She turned and gave him a soft smile. 'Do you understand what I mean?'
'If it's money you want, I'll give you what I have. I don't make much as a highschool teacher.' He fumbled for his wallet and peeled out a wad of bills. Cammy looked at the money he stuffed into her hand. It was something just over seventy dollars. She laughed, not believing she'd asked for it and hardly believing Mr. Anderson had come across. She realized that he wasn't even so bad looking now that she was a little high on the beer.
'It's not enough?' he asked, his eyes sad. 'It's enough.' Cammy folded the bills, picked up her sweater from the couch and stuffed them in the pocket. Bob Anderson's face broke into a smile.
'You'll stay then? You'll stay awhile?'
'Why not? I could use another beer, though.'
Bob almost broke a leg getting her one. Cammy felt like she'd slipped into the twilight zone. This guy was one of the school's most tight-assed teachers, and here he was practically on his hands and knees. She knew men liked pussy, but she'd never realized that her cunt had this kind of power.
Bob handed the beer and watched her drink. She remembered how it had felt when she'd patted his cock that day after class. She remembered how his cum had spurted out and made a thick puddle on the floor. She wanted to touch him again. To make him crazy for her. She liked this new feeling, a feeling of control. She was going to make her grades without even studying, and she had seventy bucks in her pocket besides. She smiled up at Bob.
'I think I'd like to take a shower. You want to join me?'
'Yes, that sounds nice.' He took another slug of scotch and put his glass down. Cammy followed him into the bedroom and began to undress. He stood by the bathroom door watching her drop her blouse on the bed, then her skirt. When she wiggled her hips and slipped her panties down, he came across the room quickly and went to his knees.
'Do you think I'm pretty?'
'You're gorgeous.' He pressed his nose into her pubic curls, then kissed the plump damp swell of her cunt- mound. 'Oh, God, I could become addicted to you!'
'I think you already are.' Cammy walked around him and moved toward the bathroom. She got into the shower and adjusted the spray. The hot water was already steaming over her shoulders by the time Bob Anderson pulled the curtain back and joined, her. His cock jutted out from his body, a thick, heavy hunk of cockmeat. Cammy soaped her hands and eased them around his cock-shaft.
'Ohhhhh Jesus!' he gasped.
Cammy moved her fingers up and down slowly. When she got to his cock-tip, she lathered it with white soap froth, her smooth hands caressing and stroking the sensitive lobes underneath. She grinned up at him through the steamy spray.
'You're a nice looking guy without your glasses. I guess being around that school makes you so uptight, huh?'
'I'm uptight because I've tried to keep something like this from happening. But now it's too late. I don't care about anything but having you here with me.' He pulled Cammy's chin up and kissed her mouth. Cammy opened her lips and let his tongue slide between her teeth. Then she sucked it. Bob's cock swelled in her hands as if she were sucking on it.
'Here, let's wash the soap off,' she said.
'What are you going to do?'
'What would you like me to do?'
'I don't want to embarrass you or anything.' Bob Anderson panted faster. His cock-tip was pulsing, growing larger and darker as Cammy watched. Ever since she'd had Blake's cock in her mouth, she hadn't been able to forget the sensation. Now she was staring at Bob Anderson's prick, wondering how it would feel.
'What are you going to do?' he repeated breathlessly.
'I'm going to suck your cock, Bob.' Cammy looked up at him with her big, blue eyes. 'I want your cock in my mouth so I can lick it and bite it and suck on it until…' She was too breathless with excitement to finish. Bob closed his eyes and leaned back against the tiles.
Cammy went to her knees in the shower and stared at the head of Bob's cock. Then she formed her mouth into a perfect O and eased forward. Her tongue flicked out to bathe his cock-lobes with spit.
'Ahlihhhh,' Bob groaned.
'Mmmmmmuuuhh!' Cammy gasped. With the warm water raining down on face and shoulder, Cammy leaned forward, her hands supporting the thick, hot shaft of Bob's prick. She pushed her tongue gingerly won his
