traced that once again.
Once more, a little thrill of involuntary, unwanted pleasure raced through her blood. Gosh, what was happening to her? Whatever it was she was sure that her father would disapprove of it!
'Please, Mr. Creighton…'
'Why, baby?'
'Because,' Janice said, 'it's not right…'
'We're friends aren't we, Janice?' the teacher asked.
She nodded, thinking about it. 'Yes,' she said at last.
'Well, what are friends for if they don't show affection for one another. I'm just trying to show you how much I like you, Janice. I really want to show you…'
'I don't think…'
'Get close to me!' His voice was cold now, the boyish grin was long gone and his eyes looked evil. They sent a cold chill through the chaplain's daughter's blood. She shook her head. 'Take me home, Mr. Creighton.'
'Get your ass over here, Janice.'
'I want to go home!' There was something weird about Mr. Creighton and she couldn't figure out what it was. He wanted to do something to her and why was he taking her to the beach? She was sorry she'd accepted his offer of a ride home now. They were a long way from her house and the town. Well, she wouldn't stay here and that was that.
'Mr. Creighton, please take me home!'
He shook his head. 'Don't be silly.' His arm tightened around her, and he pulled her up against him, crushing her tender young breasts against his chest. Suddenly, his hot, hungry mouth was fastened demandingly over her moist lips, his tongue darting out to force them open, to push its way past her clenched teeth and into the soft warm cavern. She struggled against him, gasping for breath, close to suffocating as his tongue brushed almost against her throat.
The thirteen year old squirmed and writhed against him, and then with a desperate wrench freed herself, panting with the effort, still gasping for breath. Her eyes filled with tears that spilled down her flushed cheeks. She brushed them away angrily and slid towards the door. Her fingers had curled around the handle before Rudy caught her slim wrist in his own powerful one, and pushed her back against the seat, pinning her to it.
'What do you think you're doing?' he asked amused.
'I'm going home,' she said, 'Even if I have to walk.'
Rudy bellowed with laughter. 'From here? Do you know where you are?'
Janice looked around her. The car was parked at the edge of the water but she'd only been in the area for one month and was not really familiar with her surroundings. She really was at a loss as to where she was.
She shook her head and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. What, on earth was the matter with her? Wasn't she being silly? Just because one of her teachers wanted to drive up to the beach and park there for awhile wasn't any reason to act as if here a criminal or something, was it? Certainly not if the man was Mr. Creighton. She could reason with him, couldn't she?
She turned to him, trying to think of something to say. But before she could he asked, 'What are you afraid of?'
'I'm not sure,' she answered truthfully.
'What do you think I'm going to do to you?'
She managed a little grin, 'Nothing, I guess, are you, Mr. Creighton?'
'I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to,' Rudy said staring at her with lust-filled eyes.
'Well, I don't want to stay here,' she said, 'so kindly take me home, right now.'
'Look, kid,' he suddenly snapped at her. 'Cut this childish shit. You're not dumb. You know what you want and I know what you want and you know what I want. And I'm going to get it, too.'
With a quick movement, he grasped her by the shoulder, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. A moment later, his other hand slipped down the front of her tartan school uniform, and then edged its way under the sheer fabric of her little bra. Cupping the snowy mound of her ripe young breast, he began to massage it with a teasing circular motion.
Janice arched backward at the electric contact of his fingers, and a little shock of unexpected pleasure whipped through her blood. 'Don't,' she pleaded helplessly, but Rudy ignored her pleas, pinching the tender button of one ruby nipple between his thumb and forefinger now, tweaking it until it quivered into a taut erection.
'How's that?' he taunted her.
Janice, fighting to hold back the tears that welled up, clamped her lips tight shut, refusing to answer.
'Come on, Janice, do you like it?'
This time the girl managed to stammer. 'Yes… oh God, yes!'
'And you'll like it better with your clothes off.'
The gym instructor reached around behind her, drawing the zipper of her dress down, to her waist, then sliding the soft material down over her shoulders, letting it fall, bunched, around her hips. In his mounting excitement, he let his hands roam over her back, bare now from the shoulders down, then slid one under the narrow strap of her bra. 'Take this off,' he ordered.
Janice tried to reach behind her, to unhook the tiny clasps that held the wisp of lace and nylon closed, fumbling clumsily with fear-stiffened fingers. 'I… I can't,' she whimpered as the bit of cloth seemed to slide from her hand.
'Then I will,' Rudy said. His own fingers worked expertly at the fastening until suddenly it snapped apart and her full young breasts fell free. With a little grunt, he pulled the skimpy brassiere from around her body, wadded it into a ball and tossed it into the back of the car.
Janice gasped as a rush of cool air swept across her trembling breasts, now completely exposed to the older man beside her. Then she felt his two hands cup them, enclosing them hotly, while he squeezed and kneaded them, making her nipples hard and upright. He rubbed the two tiny buds between his thumbs and forefingers, sending a new wave of delicious excitement surging through her still resisting body, making her gasp again, this time with surprised pleasure.
He flicked his head forward, now and his mouth closed over one taut, tiny nipple. He began to suck on it with tantalizing delicacy, swirling his tongue maddeningly around the stiff little mound. The pressure of his mouth increased, and he sucked hungrily, now, his teeth nipping gently at the tender flesh.
'No… don't… stop it!' the youngster whimpered. This was a sin! It was wrong… merciful heaven… an impure evil act! And yet little flashes of wanton desire began to rip through her body, making her tingle and tremble with expectation. Her body seemed to come alive, to take fire with the new and thrilling sensation it was being subjected to, and she moaned aloud in her distress. 'No… Mr. Creighton… stop,' she whimpered again, making a final effort to push Rudy away from her quivering body. And then she sat still, her torso braced against the back of the seat, while Rudy trailed his tongue down the narrow valley between the youthfully swelling mounds of her breasts, then fastened his mouth on the other nipple, sucking that, too, into throbbing hardness.
His hands began to trace the smooth length of her bare midriff, down to the top of her nylon panties and back again. Suddenly, with a quick impatient gesture, he hooked his fingers into the narrow elastic waistband at the top of her little panties, stretching the flimsy material wide to let his hand slip down beneath it. It crawled down over her flat little belly to the patch of sparse golden curls at the base of it, probed teasingly at the warm, moist slit of her vagina, trailed along the narrow crevice there, then suddenly slipped around beneath her to cup one firmly rounded ass-cheek.
As abruptly as he had slipped his hand beneath her panties, he withdrew it. And then, with a swift movement, he lifted her buttocks from the seat of the car with one hand, while his other slid her bunched and crinkled uniform beneath them, pulling it down over the full curves of her thighs, down over her slim legs and ankles to the floor boards.
It fell in a pathetic little heap there, and he reached over to pick it up and toss it, like her bra, over the seat, into the back of the car. With another swift movement, he grasped the tight waistband of her panties, peeled them down to the half-moons of her buttocks now grinding desperately down into the car seat. 'Lift up.' He ordered, trying again to slip his hand beneath her. But Janice only stared at him wide-eyed, mesmerized at the idea of being stripped of her school uniform in this way, of having her naked body exposed to his lewd gaze.
'Come on, lift up!' he repeated. And when she still made no move, he yanked at the silky material pushing
