Robert Vickers
Seducing her students
CHAPTER ONE
"… and which of you knows the answer?" Linda Blake looked out over the sea of blank faces in her twelfth grade history class. It was obvious no one knew the answer or even much cared.
Her green eyes finally landed on Kenny. The eighteen-year-old was staring out the window. He seemed like he was in a trance, hypnotized by something in the distance. There was no telling what the boy was thinking about. His attention had steadily vanished as the school year wore on.
Linda rubbed her hands down the sides of her plaid skirt. Even though the motion wasn't intended to be sexy, it was. Most of the bays in class got hard-on's just thinking about Miss Blake.
She was a really hot bush. More than one of the teen-agers in the class had wet dreams about their history teacher.
Linda was the youngest teacher in the school. Whit with the freeze on hiring and limited replacement, she had barely been hired when she'd graduated from college five years ago. There was no doubt that her cool, good looks had done a lot to influence the board into hiring her, after all, three quarters of the board was male.
The woman had the rare combination of lustrous brown hair with startlingly green eyes. She was five foot six and compactly built. Good tits, enough to set youthful mouths watering. And most of the male teachers as well. A well rounded, compact ass that neatly filled the plaid skirt. Tapering legs and slender calves completed the picture.
She couldn't dress as she saw fit; the no bra look was specifically forbidden, to teachers, even though she would have been dynamite with her impudent nipples pressing hard and firm against the fabric of her thin blouse. Linda still managed to look incredibly seductive, however.
Especially to a class of twelfth graders.
"Kenny, can you answer the question?" She waited for some response. The boy continued staring out into space. There was no sign he'd even heard bit name mentioned.
"Kenny!" the woman snapped, "Wake up!"
The boy's head turned back to the classroom. He had heard her sharp command but didn't seem to be very upset over it. That was his problem, Linda thought, nothing bothers him. He's too much in a world of his own to notice anything going on around him.
"Yes, Miss Blake?" he answered listlessly.
"Pay attention in class!"
"Okay."
The woman ran her slender fingers through auburn lacks. She simply wasn't getting through to the kid. She knew. So did everyone else in the class. Several of them were trying hard not to laugh out loud.
"I think you'd better stay after school and have a little talk with me, Kenny."
Linda sighed. The boy was so young, so innocent-looking. In a few years, he'd be a real lady-killer. She could see the handsome features already blossoming into full adulthood on his face. Why was he always so… distant?
The bell rang and the teen-agers were off like a shot. In less than two minutes the room had been evacuated. Only Linda and Kenny remained behind.
"Come here, Kenny. Now. Sit down." Her emerald green eyes bored into the youth. His eyes were a washed sky blue. His hair was uncombed and looked like it was greasy from not being washed in a long time. His clothes were even wrinkled and tacky looking.
"Kenny – Ken. Is there anything wrong?"
His limpid blue eyes seemed to be hollow. There was nothing behind them. No spark of intelligence or life.
He said in a flat tone, "Should something be wrong?"
"Yes, dammit?" Linda flared, "There is and you know it! When this semester started, you were a good student. Not the greatest, maybe, but good. You've failed the last five tests and don't even bother doing your homework. Now, I call that something wrong. What do you call it?"
He simply shrugged.
"Answer me!" Linda raged. She felt the flush reddening her cheeks, enhancing her color. The creamy complexion was tinted with a fine red now, making her beauty shine more than ever.
Kenny noticed. He couldn't really help himself. The woman's simple existence got to him. Seated as she was on the desk, her long legs crossed, he could see the smoky flash of the tops of her nylon stockings. He wasn't sure but he thought he could even seen the flame red of her silk panties.
The woman's tone also jolted him out of his trance. Perhaps for the first time in months, he really saw his teacher, saw how sexy she was. The other boys in the class had been silently lusting after Miss Blake. Kenny had been too wrapped up in himself to even notice she was a woman.
Now he was awakening to the wonderful reality. His eyes moved up and down the lovely woman's body. No matter that she was more than twice as old as he was, the teenager had to admit Linda Blake was a knockout.
He drank in her beauty, from her ankles, up her slim calves, to the occasional glimpse of her succulent white thighs, to the firm and round ass perched on the edge of the desk. A trim waist flared up and out into a really neat set of tits. The boy licked his lips unconsciously as he saw just how big they were.
Big enough to get last between. And the deep vee cut of Linda's blouse left nothing to his fertile imagination. He could tell it was all real. No kleenex crammed in like most of the girls used. And his teacher's face!
Kenny swallowed hard when it hit him just how beautiful the woman was. Her nose was a trifle bit long, but that was okay. It didn't really mar the classic beauty one bit.
The boy realized that his cock was hardening in his jeans. He was embarrassed. He put his notebook down onto his lap to cover up his erection. It wouldn't do to let Miss Blake see that!
The woman recognized how uptight the teen-ager was and immediately guessed the cause – or at least, the most immediate one. It made her feel good to know that she appealed to the boy on a sexual level. Exactly why, Linda Blake couldn't say. She knew she was attractive. Most men got around to telling her that on the first date just before they asked, "Wanna fuck?"
Linda knew that it wouldn't be like that with Kenny. He was too young, too inexperienced in the ways of adult males. The youth was obviously upset. He wouldn't know how to cover it up.
Perhaps that was what attracted Linda to the boy. She knew whatever he said or did, it would be honest. There wasn't a spot of guile in his body. He hadn't learned to lie with a poker face yet. Linda could rely on him and his impressions.
And, from the youth's hard-on bulging up against his blue jeans, Linda knew she was making a big impression on Kenny.
"Want to tell me all about it? Whatever it is that's bothering you so much you're not studying?"
Kenny looked down at the floor. Then, as his eyes slowly rose, he saw Linda's legs again. It seemed like the woman was purposely tormenting him. She uncrossed, then re-crossed her legs in the other direction, making sure he got a full view all the way to her crotch.
The boy wondered what it was like. Up there, between her creamy thighs. In that place where all the guys bragged about getting into with their pricks and which none of them really knew what the hell they were talking about.
"Is it that bad, Ken?" The teacher's voice seemed to soothe him a little, caress him with the soft words, the knowing tone.
"Yea, I guess it is. My mother and dad aren't getting along too good. She, my mom, that is, well… my dad says she plays being sick just to get attention. She's in the hospital now…"
The woman looked down in sympathy at the boy. "What do the doctors say? Do they agree with your father? Or do they think something's really wrong?"
"I guess they go along with my dad. I heard Doctor Proctor saying something about psychosomatic disorders or some word like that." He looked into Linda's emerald green eyes.
She let a little smile curl the corners of her mouth. She knelt in front of the boy and told him, "Sometimes it isn't easy growing up. There's lots of things that just don't seem right seem fair. This might be one of than. Your mother's probably being kept in the hospital to make sure there's nothing really wrong with her. But thinking there's a disease almost makes it true."