"No," the girl answered, getting control of herself. "I wanted to see whose room I would be in this year."
"You would know in three more days," Julie fussed. "All you had to do was wait until classes begin."
"Well, it was more than that," the brunette confessed. "I wanted to see if I could get in the new coach's home room."
"Why?" Julie demanded, her anger calmed down. "What difference could it make to you?"
"He's so sexy!" the girl suddenly answered. Her eyes sparkled as she swayed back and forth. "Mmmmm, he's the sexiest teacher I've ever seen."
A twitch of jealousy flicked through Julie as she watched the willowy girl. So this teen-ager wanted to be her rival for the interest of the new coach? Julie eyed the girl more critically. She was pretty, pretty and sensual. She pouted her wide lips in a provocative manner that warned Julie not to take her lightly. She swayed her hips as though she might well know how to rock a man in them while she took his cock up her young pussy. Her long, black hair swayed softly across her shoulders, emphasizing the delicate softness of her skin. She was too damn sexy, Julie feared.
"Oh!" the girl gasped suddenly. "I'm Lu Ellen, Lu Ellen Watkins. You can ask some of the other teachers about me."
"I'm Julie Baker," the new teacher told her. "Now, what made you think you'd find out anything from my roll book. Colin Ramsey's room is next door."
"I know," Lu Ellen answered, "but I couldn't find his roll book. I was going to look in everyone else's, hoping that I wouldn't find my name there."
"Well, you aren't in my home room," Julie assured the girl. "You're in my literature class, however."
"Lucky you!" the brunette laughed. "Maybe you can teach me what everyone else has failed at. Maybe, maybe not! Still, I think you'll be fun in class. Damn! I can hear the guys panting already!"
The girl spun out the door, waving back at the surprised teacher. Lu Ellen's ass swayed beautifully as the girl walked out into the hall. Her lips spread in a smile as she looked back at Julie.
"Sure hope I'm in his home room," she repeated. "Sure be easier to put the make on him if I'm one of his students."
Julie stood with her mouth gaping. She fought back the quick surge of anger. It was difficult to be too angry at the teen-ager. Lu Ellen was so pleasant, so damned honest about it all. Julie shrugged her shoulders and sat down behind the desk. She straightened out the disorder the girl had created among her books, then began the tedious work of getting her paperwork prepared for the opening of school.
She worked for almost two hours without pause, then finally leaned back and closed her eyes. Lu Ellen's pleasant smile haunted her. Julie remembered not many years back when. she had developed her own crush on a young male teacher. Her tits heaved, her nipples tingling as she recalled his touch.
"You've been teasing me all year. Don't think I'm going to let you suddenly turn into some terrified little virgin!"
That's exactly what she was. She looked at the way his eyes were glazed from his desire. She watched the way his nostrils flared. The little blonde was afraid to look down at his pants. She would see what he had suddenly pressed her hand against while he kissed her.
Mr. Terrell reached for her again, caught her by the shoulder and pulled her roughly back against him. He pulled her blouse apart and grabbed lustfully at her tits. Julie held her breath for a moment, frying to calm the terror that shook her young body.
She should have known better. She should have known that sooner or later Mr. Terrell would become aroused by all the teasing she had been doing. She hadn't really intended for it to go this far, however. She just wanted him to take her in his arms. She had wanted him to kiss her. She had even wanted him to caress her tits like he had been doing until just a few minutes ago. She had wanted to go that far and no further.
It had taken her months to get this far. She had thought of little else since the opening of school when she first walked into his class. She took one look at him, she sat and listened to the richness of his voice, and she. was totally infatuated with the young teacher. Day after day she drooled over him. She sat and drank in every word, becoming a joke among her classmates. She started dressing as attractively as possible, wearing such short skirts that she and her mother constantly fused about them. She pulled out several sweaters she had out-grown, wearing them anyway to show her tits to full advantage. She remained after that. and asked the questions she'd thought up the night before. As she talked with him, she slowly mustered the courage to rub her breasts slowly on his arm.
Day after day her pursuit continued. Day after day she dreamed about him. She saw him as belonging to her. She saw him as her property. She sat in class, eyes closed and imagined his lectures were declarations of love and that the two of them were alone together. She became less and less interested in the boys her own age, spending her evenings dreaming of being with Mr. Terrell.
She had been ecstatic when he suggested driving her home. The young girl had stayed after rehearsal of a play the young teacher was directing. She shivered in delight as she hopped in his car and scooted across the seat to sit close beside him.
"You've gotten to be quite a mature young woman," he told her. "I mean, you seem so much more adult than your classmates."
"I try to be," she admitted. "What you prefer older men, you sort of grow up faster."
He laughed and patted her thigh, but left his hand there. Julie tensed her muscles beneath it, relishing the warmth he sent through her.
"Just how grown up are you?" he asked. "You ready for adult games?"
She didn't understand what he was asking. Not even the way his eyes were glancing down at her tits gave her cause for alarm. She cuddled against his arm and answered him softly.
"Are there any other kind?" she wanted to know.
The deep laughter that came from his chest sent a tingle through her. Julie felt a new confidence in herself. To hell with ill those little high school boys. Mr. Terrell was really interested in her. She laid her hand on his shoulder, then leaned forward so he could get his arm about her as they drove through the dark streets.
"I live just around the corner here," he told her. "Tell you what! Let's stop by there for a while."
Her heart skipped three beats. He was going to take her to his apartment! It was the most thrilling thing she could imagine. She had walked by his apartment often, having long ago learned where he lived. She used to stand across the street and try to determine which was his window. Now she was going inside with him. She was so excited, she wasn't aware that his hand had slowly cupped one of her tits. She wasn't aware until she felt her nipple hardening under the play of his thumb.
CHAPTER TWO
Inside his apartment he wasted little time. He poured them two glasses of wine, then sat beside her on his couch. Before she had taken her second sip, he had her all wrapped up in his arms again. This time he kissed her. Damn, but he kissed her! His tongue parted her lips and ran wildly about her mouth. He sucked powerfully on her breath while he caressed her tits with a possessive touch that finally sent warnings through her mind.
Julie was just beginning to realize that he was expecting more than she had planned on giving when he took one of her hands and pulled it down to his groin. She jumped at the touch of his hard pecker. He pressed her hand against his cock while he reached inside her blouse and fondled her tit passionately. His mouth found her lips again and went after her with even hotter passion. Julie felt panic sweep over her. She elbowed him in the side and scrambled any from him.
"Damn you!" he snorted at her. "This is no time to chicken out on me. Not after the way you've been giving me the come-on all year."