"Goddamn!" he groaned, letting Cammy's wrist go. She jacked him furiously now, her grey eyes wide as she watched the hot, white spurts leap out onto the desk, the chair, Mr. Anderson's pants. His cum was flying everywhere, and as she tried to aim his cock away from herself, one jet formed a loop in the air and sailed downwards.
She had it on her hands now and the stringy, sticky stuff clung, between her fingers. Mr. Anderson's eyes were closed and he was about to fall out of his chair. Cammy thought drunkenly how all her troubles would be solved now. Mr. Anderson would surely cut her, some slack. Look what she was doing for him!
"Get your books and get out of this room!" he boomed. He was standing up, trying to shove his cummy cock back in his pants. When he fumbled for his glasses he almost knocked them to the floor.
"What's wrong?"
"We'll take about that later. NOW, get out!" With tears in her eyes, Cammy staggered to the door. She wished she had another can of malt liquor. She wiped her yummy fingers on a hanky and fumbled with the doorknob.
"Don't breathe a word of this to anyone!" Mr. Anderson warned her.
"Of course I wouldn't. What kind of a girl do you think I am?" And with that, Cammy began to sob. She ran to the girl's restroom and washed her hands with soap. Then she dabbed at her swollen eyes and tried to figure out what had gone wrong.
"I didn't know he'd get all pissed off," she whimpered to her reflection. "The funky old son of a bitch!"
Camilla smeared a little lipstick on and dried her eyes one last time before venturing into the hall. A few kids were straggling in from outside and she began to feel a little better. But her head was still aching from the last can of malt liquor. She wished she could go home and take a hot shower and get in bed. She wished she could get in bed with Janet. Somebody who treated her right and didn't get bent out of shape when it came to sex.
"Hey Cammy," somebody said behind her. It was Ralph, and his appreciative smile pepped her up some. "You don't look so good."
"Bad morning." Camilla shrugged. "You got a stick of gum?"
As Ralph unwrapped the gum for her, she remembered how it had felt when his cock had started spurting.
"Here's my uncle's number," Ralph said, taking a piece of paper from his pocket.
"I really appreciate it, Ralph," Cummy said. "Maybe my old man won't make me sit home every night of the week if I find help myself."
"See you later, I've got to get to a class." Cammy studied the note, then hollered after Ralph.
"Hey, you didn't write his name down. What's his name?" But Ralph was already running, dodging between other students. Cammy folded the paper into her pocket and headed to her next class. She was thinking about Ralph and Mr. Anderson. It amazed her that a man could come so quick when a girl started grabbing cock. They really liked that. Maybe a girl's hands were softer. Or maybe it was because somebody else was grabbing them. Cammy couldn't deny that watching that white stuff jump up into the air in long strings was exciting. It was so hot and slick and smelly. It turned her on.
Even though her head still hurt, Camilla had hope. If this guy over at Brambridge could just help her through this algebra stuff, her parents would get off her back and she could enjoy life again. But by the time her fourth period math class rolled around, she was feeling very nervous. She wondered if she could face Mr. Anderson after the wild scene that morning. She realized now how drunk she'd been. What had seemed funny, and daring then, scared her to death now. At least she wasn't afraid of his saying anything to anybody. Something like that could ruin the poor guy's career for sure.
CHAPTER THREE
"Camilla Johnson, would you stay alter class for a moment please? I'd like, a word with you."
Camilla sat with her head down as the other students paused up the aisle and out of the room. Things hadn't been so bad during the class, actually. Mr. Anderson hadn't even called on her do work out a problem on the board. But now he wanted to talk to her. Gathering her books, Cammy slid out of her seat and went to stand in front of her teacher's desk.
"Yes, Mr. Anderson?"
He took off his glasses and looked up from his papers. "First Cammy, I'd like to make sure you understand that what happened this morning was one of those unfortunate accidents that sometimes occur. I don't hold you responsible, nor do I blame you."
"Thank you, Mr. Anderson."
"Furthermore, seeing that you have been trying much harder in class, I'd like to make sure your grade average is improved. The only sure way to do that is to meet with you again and go over the equations you have the most trouble with."
"I understand, Mr. Anderson."
"I'll expect you to come by my apartment this Friday afternoon after school. Here's a key in case you get there before I do. All right?"
"Of course, Mr. Anderson." Camilla took the key and risked a smile. Mr. Anderson pretended he didn't see it, but as he turned in his chair, Cammy couldn't help see that his slacks were all pushed up again. Starting out of the room, she turned at the door.
"What time should I be there?"
"Let's make it seven." Mr. Anderson had his glasses on again, but even through the thick lenses, she could see his eyes tracking the length of her legs. She flipped her braid at him.
"See you then."
As Camilla headed for the cafeteria, she tried to analyze the strange, new emotion she felt. Mr. Anderson had come on real stern and controlling, but she'd sensed that during those moments she'd stood before him, she had been the one in control. She wondered what he would have done if she'd refused to meet with him in her apartment. She also wondered just how far he was going to go when they were alone. The one thing she was sure of was that he was hooked.
"Hey Cammy!"
"Hi, Ralph."
"They're having slit on a shingle for lunch at the cafeteria, why don't you let me take you over to the drive-in for a burger."
"Great."
As soon as they were in Ralph's car, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the mouth. Camilla resisted at first, but realized that she was hot from thinking about Mr. Anderson and let Ralph slip a hand up under her skirt.
"God, you're really wet!" Ralph panted against her ear.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, enjoying the rub of his finger there. When he slipped under the skimpy panty crotch, she let him tease her clit until her nipples were hard and hot. "You'd better quit now."
"Let's go out this Friday, Cammy."
"Can't. I'm…" Camilla decided not to tell Ralph she would be in Mr. Anderson's apartment, even though it had, to do with her schoolwork. "I'm busy that night."
"Got another date?"
"I didn't say that," Cammy blurted, her cheeks flushing when she remembered how Mr. Anderson looked at her.
Ralph started the car and they drove out of the parking lot and headed west.
"Hey, the drive-in is in the other direction."
"I thought we'd go out by the lake."
"What about food?"
"There are other things to eat besides food." Ralph gave her a sly grin. A thrill ran through Cammy's body. She'd never been that excited about Ralph before, but now that Janet had turned her on and then Mr. Anderson, she was thinking about males and sex in an entirely new way.
As she watched Ralph, she even got to thinking he was sexy. The way his dark hair curled over the edge of his collar. His strong chin and green eyes. She began to think of how his cock had felt in her hand and how excited he'd become when his hot cum spurted.
Ralph pulled off onto the dirt road that circled the lake and headed for a grove of cottonwoods. A blanket of fall leaves covered the ground, and when Ralph took her hand and pulled her towards a fiat place where they were the thickest, Camilla didn't resist. He stopped and faced her.