Jo blushed again and said, her eyes bright, "Uh, yes, I… uh, do mean that."
Jenny drank again. "Jo," she said it softly as if to emphasize her words, "all of us have our own particular studs."
"Studs?"
"It isn't easy. If the principal found out, he'd probably fire us. Then, too, we have to get boys who know how to keep their mouths shut. Even then, it's better to get something on them. Something that will keep them in your power; seal their lips. Gotta keep the little bastards quiet."
"Do you have a stud?"
Jenny nodded. "Two, in fact. How I got them into my power is an amusing story. Want to hear it?"
Jo nodded, "I'd love to."
"There are twins in my class," Jenny began, "on whom I'd had my eye from the beginning of the semester. I intended to lay at least one of them. Dave and Bill Trenton are seventeen years old, both big for their age. They're well built and good-looking. They both play football and are the campus heroes.
"The twins, by right of seniority, I suppose, had appropriated the chairs nearest my desk, the ones which gave them the best views up my legs.
"Careful not to appear obvious, I gave them plenty of thigh to look at. One day, as if by accident, I got my skirt up so they could glimpse at my panties. Bill had a coughing spell that attracted the attention of the entire class. Dave began pounding his brother on the back, and in the confusion I got my skirt back down where it belonged. Naturally I showed no trace of embarrassment or knowledge of why Bill had had his coughing spell.
"But the incident proved one thing-these two guys had a hard-on for me. They wanted me badly. I thought about it for a couple days, but for the life of me I couldn't think of a way of getting one twin over for an evening of sex without being obvious. And, of course, indiscretion would never do.
"Then the golden opportunity presented itself. One day after class, I found a folded sheet of paper beneath Bill's chair. I picked it up, to throw into the wastebasket, then, on impulse, opened it. I tell you, I couldn't help gasping at what I saw."
"What was it?" Jo asked, excitement in her voice.
"It was a crude drawing of a girl," Jenny continued. "She was sitting on the edge of a divan holding up her skirt so that her cunt was plainly revealed. Beneath the drawing, boldly written were the words: CROSBY'S CUNT.
"At first I was angry, then amused, then excited. Perhaps this could be the hold over the guy I wanted. I thought about it all the rest of the day. That night I came back here, got Bill on the phone at his dormitory and said in a coldly pedantic voice, 'Mr. Trenton, I'd like you to come over to my cottage at eight-thirty and bring your English Lit book. There are a few things I'd like to explain about your last paper.'
"It isn't unusual to have one or more of the boys in for special tutoring for an evening, so Bill readily agreed. I sat back, smiling smugly to myself, beginning to feel horny. Just before eight-thirty, I removed my panties, made certain of other arrangements, and was ready for him.
"At exactly eight-thirty the doorbell rang. Bill was carrying his English Lit book. He was smiling and confident. I knew he wasn't aware that I had found bis drawing.
"I greeted him formally.
" 'Sit over there, Mr. Trenton,' I told him, indicating a chair opposite the divan.
"He did as I directed and I sat down on the divan and crossed my legs."
"Could he see your… your, you know what?" Jo asked, breathing heavily. Both girls took a drink of their bourbon.
"My cunt? Not then he couldn't," Jenny continued, "but he was going to see plenty pussy before the evening was over.
" 'Well, young man,' I said, 'you're quite an artist.'
"He stopped smiling. His face fell. His mouth opened.
" 'You-you found it?' he muttered. T thought Dave had…'
" 'So that's what you think Crosby's cunt looks like,' I taunted him. 'Just what do you think would happen if I showed that drawing to the principal and sent a copy to your folks?'
"Terror came into his eyes. 'Don't, Miss Crosby,' he begged. 'Please don't. The principal would expel me from school and my father would probably put me in one of those reform schools.' He babbled on. 'The school needs me on its team, Miss Crosby. Think of the school. I might even be sent to prison. Look, I'll do anything. Just don't turn me in. I-I was only having fun.'
" 'Having fun,' I told the boy, 'I think you were over-taxing your imagination. You really don't know what my cunt looks like, do you?'
"He was staring at me wildly now, not knowing what to expect
"I nodded to the table beside his chair. 'Pick up that pad and pencil.'
"He did so dumbly, staring at me, his eyes questioning. I smiled then for the first time, put my ass on the edge of the divan and pulled my skirt above my hips. I spread my legs.
" 'Now,' I said, 'you can draw your picture from the real live models and see if you can do a better job.'.
"He goggled. His eyes flew wide open. His jaw sagged. He stared at my exposed twat as if he couldn't believe his eyes. He was breathing like a truck horse.
" 'Well,' I said impatiently, 'are you going to draw a picture of my pussy, or isn't this the right pose?'
"He was stunned and bumblingly began making some scratches on the pad. He was trembling so violently that he dropped his pencil twice. He swallowed hard and kept staring and staring at my twat.
"At last I got up and looked over his shoulder. There were just hen scratches on the paper.
"For heaven's sake,' I scolded him, 'what's that supposed to be?'
"He mumbled something about drawing my pubic hair first. I bent over, studying the scratchings. Far over. It gave him an opportunity to peer down my dress and get a good look at my tits, which was all a part of my plan.
" 'You'll have to do better than that,' I told him. I returned to the divan and raised my skirt again, this time not quite so high.
" 'Never mind the hair,' I snapped. 'It's my cunt I want you to draw a picture of.'
"I watched his face closely. His mouth was working. The boy was really suffering-nearly out of his mind with desire. I knew what was going on in that brain of his.
"Then he did what I had planned and expected him to do. A low guttural sound escaped his throat, and he leaped toward the divan, ripping open his fly. He was going to rape me.
"I pretended to be afraid. 'What are you going to do?' I cried, getting alarm in my voice.
" 'I'm going to rape you, Miss Crosby,' he growled. He pushed me back on the divan and my legs flew up into the air, just the way I had planned. 'I've wanted to screw you ever since I came into class and saw those beautiful legs of yours.'
"He had his cock out and I gasped. 'Don't you dare, Bill Trenton! Don't you dare fuck me. Put that cock back into your pants.'
"My use of the words fired him to even greater heights. He reached down and spread my legs apart. I pounded at his head and shoulders with my fists. I screamed, but not loud enough for anyone to hear.
"*You're going to get it,' he breathed, 'so you might as well relax and enjoy yourself.'
" 'Oh, you horrid, horrid man!' I cried. Fucking a girl when you have her helpless.'
"Of course Bill, being inexperienced, didn't know that a boy couldn't rape a girl if she didn't want him to. Unless, of course, her hands were tied and legs spread. But I wasn't about to impart that information.
"He came down on me then, holding his big cock in his hands and probing my cunt for the opening. I moved my ass just enough so that he found it without trouble. He sank his prick inside with one fierce jab. I gasped and moaned as though I were terrified.
"He was like an animal, grunting and groaning and jabbing his cock up my cunt as fast as he could. As I mentioned, the kid was inexperienced and therefore inconsiderate. He had no thoughts about whether I was enjoying his screwing at all.