Entering the large room, she saw that everything was neatly divided by subject matter. There was even a little study area off to one side, separated by a stack of books. There, if the students wanted, they could read and not be bothered by the noise that is always present in a library, no matter how quiet it is kept. Very nice, Karen thought to herself. Perhaps, when things got a little slow someday in the near future, she would break things up a little and bring her students here. Reading, while not the most important part of education, was nevertheless a useful tool, and her students should learn how to use books to their best advantage.
The quietness of the library was disturbing as she walked on the thick, plush carpet, and it gave the lovely, curvaceous teacher a strange feeling, being alone in the huge, almost deathly silent room. She was about to leave when she thought she heard a noise come from the study area. She had not checked out the smaller area before, but she thought she had better do that now. As long as the janitors left the front door open for her, there was a good chance that someone might enter the building after school hours. Perhaps one of the high school boys from the center of town who wanted to play a little joke on the students of the school. Again she heard the noise, coming closer to the source, and she could feel her heart pounding with excitement. It sounded as though there was someone talking, although she could hear only one voice. Stopping, she strained her ears and listened as carefully as she could.
"Wow!" came a whisper from the other side of the book stack. And then: "Oh, boy!" The voice sounded as though it was a little too young to belong to high school student. Somewhat relieved that she would not have to deal with a boy who might be able to make things really hard for her, Karen entered the study area and then stopped and smiled as she saw one of the older students of the school bent over a table reading a magazine. He was so involved with the pictures of the magazine that he didn't notice Karen standing less than three feet away from him. What made Karen smile, though, was that the magazine was one of the most pornographic she had ever seen, and the young boy was obviously aroused by the full page color photos of glistening, blood-swollen vaginas and penises. The lovely teacher could see the boy's swollen cock press against the confining material of his pants. She had seen him in the school halls several times, and she knew that he was a student at the private school. What was he doing here now, though? Obviously, he needed some place to read his magazine, someplace where he would not be bothered by people who thought he should not be looking at such things. It's a good thing I found him, rather than some of the other teachers I can think of, Karen thought. Then she had a flash. If she left right now, nothing would come of what she had seen. She was certainly not going to report him for looking at the unclothed area of the human body. But there was no reason why she shouldn't give him the same type of sexual lessons she had been giving her own students. Education should be for everyone, and if she taught this older boy a few things, he might better understand what was happening in the photos he was looking at now.
Reaching her decision, she made her presence known by clearing her throat. Instantly, the boy turned white as a sheet and closed his magazine, the expression being one of horror and fear. He looked up at Karen with pleading eyes, believing that she was going to tell his parents what he had been doing. His mouth opened and closed, but no sounds came out. Lowering her hazel eyes from his face to his crotch, she could see that his erection had diminished with his fright. That, thought Karen, will come back… if I have anything to do with it.
"That's pretty interesting reading material you have there," Karen said, slowly lowering her shapely body to a chair opposite the frightened, confused student. There was nothing in her voice that sounded threatening, but the young boy didn't know her enough to trust her. He was shaking like a leaf in the wind, holding his body a tightly as he could in case he saw a good opportunity to run away before she got a chance to find out his name.
"I'll bet you had to get someone to buy that for you," Karen continued, smiling as she turned her head to one side. She was almost enjoying the frightening hold she had over this boy. In some ways, he was not as old as her own, younger students, but by the time she was through with him, he would really have something to think about.
"I… I'm pretty old… old enough for this," he stammered defiantly, as though he was going to defend himself against any thing she might have to say. He was not expecting what happened next, though.
"I'm sure you are," Karen said. "I'm pretty sure you're old enough to really show your girl friend a good time. You do have a girl friend, don't you?"
"Yes… I mean… well…" He was still uncertain about what was going to happen, but at least he could see that the pretty lady across from his was not threat.
"Ohhhh, come now," Karen said, standing up and then sitting on the table right next to him. "A handsome young man like you must have a girl friend. I know there aren't any in the school here, but that wouldn't stop you."
"Well… there… there's a girl on my street… and we go to the movies sometimes…"
Damn this small town morality, Karen thought. The boy here was reaching the prime of his sexual powers, and he's wasting his time be going to the movies.
"That's all you've done with her… just gone to the movies?"
"Yes," he answered as quickly as he could, feeling a little hot under his collar.
"You mean she's never shown you her cunt?"
The boy's eyes opened wide as she asked him the question, and Karen smiled again as she noticed that his cock was once again ballooning in his pants. After a short pause, the boy shook his head no in answer to her question. "And so you have to look at those pictures to see what a woman's pussy looks like," Karen said. "All I can say is, that can't be much of a girl friend. If I was your girl friend, I'd want you to see my cunt… and my breasts and ass as well."
Now the boy was totally confused. Could this be a teacher talking to him like this? She was using words he had never heard from any other woman, and when his other friends said them, they spoke in whispers as though they were bad words and something awful would happen to them if they said them too loudly. But this teacher was saying them as casually as anything he had ever heard.
"I think I can see what your problem is. This girl friend of yours doesn't let you do anything to her. I'll bet sometimes at night, when you're alone in bed, you play with your cock. Am I right?"
Now the boy was becoming frightened again. He had never talked about that even with his friends. He had been told by his parents and teachers that playing with yourself was bad and wrong, but there were times when he just couldn't stop himself. He always felt funny after he did it, and he knew that after this pretty woman left him alone, he would probably do it again.
"How would you like me to show you what a real girl friend is like?" Karen asked, reaching out and touching his smooth arm. "You can kiss me and touch my breasts and pussy, if you want."
The boy could feel all his strength leaving him, and he was glad that he was sitting down. "Of course, I like to know the names of my boy friend," she added quickly.
"Johnny," he said before he had a chance to think. "Johnny Bern."
"Bern… Bern… I have your little brother in my class, don't l? Yes, he's a very nice boy. I should have recognized you. You and he look very much alike. Well, I was his girl friend for a while, and now I would like to be yours."
She leaned forward, and Johnny swallowed tightly, hardly able to take his eyes from the deep smooth valley separating her full, high set breasts. Her low-cut sweater left virtually nothing to his imagination. He tried to speak, but he could not, so instead, he nodded.