Connie didn't make a play for any of her teachers either. She'd had enough of that for the time being. Mr. Dean acted toward her in class as if nothing had happened between them. And for this, she was grateful. The girl didn't want to attract any attention to herself. She wanted to just take her own sweet time about her next encounter. She wanted it to be special.
When it happened, it caught her by surprise again. Connie thought she was so in control of things. And suddenly, here again, she was being swept along without having much to do with it. Before the teenager knew it, she was in a situation that she couldn't get out of. And what was worse, again, was that she was enjoying it all. Life sure was unpredictable.
On Wednesdays, after school, Connie took part in a dancing class in the gym. It was conducted by Miss Baxter and involved exercising and jumping around as well as dancing. It was mostly for girls with weight problems, but Connie liked to attend just to keep herself in shape. She enjoyed the music and the movement, and after the sessions she always felt like a new person.
On this particular afternoon, she noticed that she was being watched by Mel Hastings, the boys' gym instructor. He wasn't even supposed to be around at this time of day. His classes were long over. But he liked to hang around sometimes and watch the girls work out. Miss Baxter had warned him about it. She said it distracted her girls. But he still found ways to spy on the dancing group from time to time.
Connie caught sight of him leaning against the wall in the hallway that led to the boys' chancing rooms. He was staring out through the glass door at them, and he was watching her in particular, she noticed. Most of the girls were plump, or at least flabby in the thighs. Connie was the only one with a perfect figure in the whole group.
Connie pranced and dipped with the older girls, and she found herself adding a little bit extra to her movements now that Mel was watching. She blushed as she realized this, but it didn't stop her. She jumped higher and dipped lower and spread her legs farther apart than anyone else. And she found herself glancing in Mel's direction to see if he were still spying on them.
Within seconds, she'd forgotten all about her decision not to play up to men for a while. She couldn't help it. Now that she had some experience with them, she looked at them with new curiosity. She found herself wondering what Mel was thinking. Did he find her pretty? Did he think she was sexy? He should. She'd certainly dressed nicely.
She wore a skin-tight body stocking and no underwear. It was a pretty lavender color and left nothing to the imagination. The full swell of her pear-shaped tits was clearly visible, along with the stiff prongs of her nipples. And if he was close enough, he could see the curling swirls of crushed cunt hair at her crotch. Miss Baxter only allowed her to wear such a thing because there were no men present.
Or so she thought. Mel was out of her line of vision, but he was there, all right. Most of the girls hadn't noticed him, either, but Connie was watching his every move. His expression had changed in the last few minutes. His face had taken on a dreamy look, and his body seemed to be moving ever so slightly. Unless she was very much mistaken, she thought, Mel Hastings, boys' gym instructor, was jerking off behind the glass door.
She was in the middle of a dance routine, with the music blaring and Miss Baxter's voice yelling instructions, but she blushed prettily. She was amazed that none of the other girls had noticed, but they were all puffing and snorting, and in no mood to be observant. She was the only one that had noticed Mr. Hastings. And she was the only one he was interested in. He was jerking off for her.
He disappeared shortly before the end of the class so that Miss Baxter wouldn't notice him. Connie giggled and filed out with the rest of the girls to the showers. She was amazed to discover, as she soaped herself down, that her pussy was greasy. What was happening to her? Dance class was supposed to make her feel good, but not this good. She wasn't supposed to start creaming her pants.
She found herself dawdling, letting the other girls get dressed ahead of her and walk, chattering, out the door. Finally, when even Miss Baxter had passed through in street clothes and reminded her to leave nothing behind in the locker room, Connie was alone. The whole area was quiet and peaceful. She could hear her heart pumping softly.
Connie wasn't even sure what she wanted to do, but before she could spend too much time thinking about it, Mel Hastings entered the locker room. He was wearing nothing but shorts and a T-shirt, and his muscles bulged in his arms and chest. He came over and stood in front of her, staring into her face. Me was sweating slightly.
"You all through prancing around and shaking your tits?" he asked huskily. He sounded slightly drunk.
Connie didn't say anything. She had such a funny feeling in her belly with him standing so close to her this way. Her nipples were touching his hard chest through her cotton top. She was wearing a pair of shorts now, and her pretty legs were a little shaky in the knees. She had a feeling something dirty was going to happen to her again.
"How about a little more extra-curricular action?" he suggested. "Nothing strenuous. Just a little friendly cocksucking?"
Connie blushed. She didn't resist as he pulled her to him and mashed his mouth down on hers. He thrust his tongue deep in her mouth, nearly choking her with it. His hands felt down to her ass cheeks, mauling them through her shorts. Her huge tits were flattened against his chest.
"I couldn't believe your tits when you were jumping around out there," he said at last, pulling his mouth off her. "The way they jiggled and shimmied inside that sheer little suit of yours, shit, I just about tame in my pants watching you. I could see your nipples clear across the gym."
He was molding his fingers over her tits now, kneading the lush flesh like dough. He shoved his crotch at her, forcing her back against the wall. Her face was tense, but she wasn't resisting him. She was letting him do as he liked with her. She didn't object when he tugged down her tight top, then eased her tits out over it.
"Fuck, what gorgeous tits, little Connie!" he gasped. "That is your name, isn't it? I checked on it. I've had my eye on you for weeks."
"Mmmmm," answered Connie dreamily. She was getting a tingling sensation in her pussy again.
He suddenly backed off from her, hauled his T-shirt up over his head, and planted his feet firmly on the floor. He forced Connie to her knees on the cold tiles, arranging her so that her head was at his crotch level. Then he placed his hands on his hips and glared down at her confidently.
"Have you ever sucked cock, sweet Connie?" he sneered, shoving out his crotch. "Have you ever taken a guy's big, hard cock in your mouth and sucked it 'til he blasted his jism all over your tonsils?"
Connie stared at the growth in his shorts and shook her head slightly. Her head pounded, and she breathed deeply. She found the notion strangely appealing. It was something she ought to try, after all, if she wanted to gain a well-rounded knowledge of men and sex. It was one of those things which was so dirty that it was thrilling.
"Pull down my shorts. Sec what you can find in there," he instructed. "Then see if you know what to do with it."
Connie stuck her fingers into his shorts, and she pulled down gently, keeping her gaze glued to the lower part of his belly where the hair grew so thick. She could see the shape of his cock beneath the material but, suddenly, she had the shorts around his knees and his prick was bouncing in the air like a tree branch. She stared at his crotch, fascinated.
To her amazement, his cock wasn't fully erect. It was thick and heavy, and pointing to the ground at an angle. Puckered skin had begun to peel back to reveal his cockhead, all pink and shining. A purple vein in its side throbbed lightly, and there were little nubs, like goosebumps, she noticed, around the base of the cock.