'Why… why, I hadn't really planned on any others,' Karen said truthfully. The last thing she wanted was to have some parent find out how she had been running her class. Not only could something like that cost her her job, it could undo much of the good she had done to her students by showing them that sex was something wonderful and exciting.
'Well… I suppose we should have asked you about this sooner. Do you think you'll be able to get perhaps another parent to come… maybe a father?'
'I'll tell you what, Martin,' Karen said, her mind racing quickly to form a plan. 'I'll talk to my students and see what they have to say. Maybe some of can ask their fathers. Is that alright?'
'Yes… Yes, I think that will solve everything. Of course, we of the board would like to make sure of everything before you leave on Saturday, so we would like to have something before Friday.'
'Well, I'll see what we can do,' answered Karen, feeling a little put off that she was not trusted enough to handle her students in the woods. Still, what Martin said made sense… even if it did look as though her week-end with her little darlings could be ruined. And then a thought flashed through her brain. 'Why don't you take a little time to come out and have a look at what we do, Martin,' she said, smiling coyly. It might be sort of interesting to have a few adults with her after all.
'I was thinking of doing just that, Miss Heller, thank you for the invitation.'
'Thank you for your concern. Good-bye.'
She hung up her end of the phone and stood still for a moment while she tried to collect her thoughts. Something in the back of her mind told her that she might be biting off more than she could chew, but she just couldn't resist the excitement of the chase. If she could reach her students with her sensual talents, perhaps she could reach the parents as well. Something told her that sexually, the adults of Lincoln, New York were a good fifty years behind the times when it came to fucking. As a teacher, wasn't it her job to educate as many people as she could? There had been nothing stopping her from helping a member of another class. There shouldn't be anything to stop her from helping anyone. She knew where her talents were, and she should make the best possible use of them.
Although Johnny Bern was older than most of the other boys in his school, he was the youngest member of the Lincoln Vikings, a small group of boys who gathered together near the railroad tracks and pretended that they were a secret club. They had their own little meeting cabin with a sign tacked on the door that said 'PRIVATE… KEEP OUT'. Actually, there was really nothing in the club house that would interest anyone other than young teen- agers, but it gave the boys a sense of belonging. Johnny was the youngest member, and would not have been a member at all because of his age had it not been he who had actually found the club house. The oldest member was Bob Williams, sixteen and somewhat of a bully. Although most of the club members did not like Bob, they reasoned that it would be a lot safer if he were a member of the club rather being against them. At fifteen, Bob almost found that being with a bunch of thirteen and fourteen-year-olds was a waste of time, but in a town as small as Lincoln, there was little else to do. Besides, most of them lived on his street, and he would see them anyway. He had found a way to make a little money off the younger members. Almost all the boys wanted to buy 'dirty' magazines, but they were too young. Even though Bob himself was too young, he looked a great deal older than he was, and he would collect money from the members, hitch to the larger town ten miles away where no one knew him and buy the magazines. He collected more than the magazines cost, and he would pocket the difference for his trouble. Everyone seemed happy with the arrangement, including the younger boys. He had been doing it for almost five months now, and the club had amassed quite a library of reading material which, just in case the club house was actually entered, was kept by Bob in his parent's garage. The older boy liked to keep track of his magazines, and Bern promised to bring it back by five o'clock. Now it was almost six, and Bob was getting worried that Johnny might have gotten caught with it… or had thrown it away to keep from getting caught with it. The magazine had cost almost five dollars, and at those prices, it was not something to be taken lightly.
The older boy was pacing back and forth in the club house and when he finally heard the 'secret knock' at the door, he hurried to open it, finding a somewhat disheveled Johnny Bern standing at the door.
'Well, squirt… it's about time.'
'Yeah, well, I got sort of hung up at the library,' Johnny said somewhat nervously.
'No one saw you with the magazine, did they?' Bob asked.
'N… no… no one saw me.' Johnny unrolled the magazine and handed it to the older boy, avoiding his eyes and wanting to get home. He was pretty late already, and he was trying to think of something he would be able to tell his parents. They were bound to ask questions, and he wanted to have a good story for them.
'Something wrong, squirt?' Bob asked, noticing that Johnny was not acting his usual lively self.
'No, nothing's wrong,' Johnny answered a little too quickly. The last person he wanted to talk to was Bob Williams about what had happened between him and Karen Heller. The older boy would probably make fun of him… if he believed his story at all.
'Awwwww… come on, squirt. We're all club members. Remember the code. We have no secrets form each other.'
Johnny thought for a moment. If he told Bob what had happened, would he be betraying Miss Heller? He remembered that the lovely teacher had told him that if he had any friends, he could talk to them about her. Bob wasn't a friend, really, but he certainly wasn't a parent. The younger boy pursed his lips and thought about what he should do.
'Come on, squirt… Do you want to be kicked out of the club? If you know something, it's your club duty to share it with the other members… And that's me.'
'Wellllll… you know Miss Heller?'
Bob smiled at the mention or the teacher's name. The only woman teacher at the private school was somewhat of a star in the small town, even though no one knew very much about her. He had seen her several times at the store. Man… she was really a pretty women. Every time Bob saw her, he mentally tried to compare her to the women in the magazines he bought, and he was convinced that the teacher was a lot better looking.
'Yeah… yeah, I know who she is.'
'Now, you gotta promise that you won't tell anyone. On you honor as a club member.'
'Yeah, yeah… on my honor as a Lincoln Viking. Now tell me what happened.'
Johnny moved to a chair in the small cabin and sat down. 'Well I was reading the magazine in the library, and Miss Heller came in…'
Almost asleep in front of her television, Karen remembered that there was still a little bit of her drink left in her glass. After Martin had called, the lovely redhead decided that a little something to drink might help her think of a plan. However, 'a little' had turned into enough to get her more drunk than she wanted to be. It was a good thing she had finished her school work in the afternoon, since she would never be able to work now in her slightly tipsy state. The bout with Johnny that afternoon must have left her more worn out than she had first thought. God… she could still feel the lovely young boy's tongue snaking up through her hotly burning cunt lips, and the vivid memory made her wish that the sweet twelve year old boy was with her right then and there to lick her pussy again. Not that she was feeling lonely. She was feeling… sort of empty… as though she needed something that only the sweet innocence of Johnny could provide.
She was just about to drop off to sleep when she was startled by the ringing of the door bell. Forcing her eyes open, she stared at the clock. It was almost ten fifteen. Who could be coming to see her at this hour? She had few enough visitors as it was. Pulling herself from the couch, she walked slowly, and with a slight stagger, to the front door and opened it.
Standing there was a boy she had never seen before. She could see that he was a good deal older than any of the students at her school, but there was something about his appearance that hid his age from her. He could be anywhere from fifteen to twenty-one, thought the teacher quickly. 'Hello. What can I do for you?' she
