"I hope that we can make this year one of great education for us all," Mr. Timmons concluded. "I am sure that you can learn even more than your students if we all work together."
Julie twisted nervously in her chair. She had heard all this sort of talk while in college. Now that she was about to begin teaching, she hoped she would hear of the real world of a high school. She wanted more specific suggestions about how to teach, less of the same old garbage of sharing a learning experience with her students.
The soft, young blonde swung her head about, letting her hair sweep down over the other shoulder. She stretched her ripe body, waiting for the morning's preliminary session to end. She would prefer a chance to meet the other teachers, especially the tall young assistant coach who would be in the room next to hers. She had tried to get his attention all morning, stretching her body about and thrusting her tits against the flimsy blouse she wore. Damn! She knew she should have gone braless today. She had been about to leave the house when she turned back and quickly wrapped her prized possessions in a bra. She had decided that she should try to appear dignified and reserved for this first meeting with the new faculty.
She sat back now and looked about her as the principal continued his inane little speech. What a motley collection of teachers! Damn! Other than her, there wasn't a decent-looking broad in the lot! No, she corrected herself, that wasn't completely correct. Miss Harrison might be a little older than she, but the red-haired woman did have a hell of a body beneath her tight blouse and skirt. Sybil Harrison had a hell of a sensuous mouth, too. Yes, Julie decided, the red-haired woman was attractive to men and knew it. Damn right, she knew it! Julie began watching the older woman, watching the way she fluttered her long lashes as she pretended to listen to the principal.
How many of the men sitting around the room had fucked Sybil? The little blonde looked around at the men, noticed several of them letting their eyes wander warmly over the redhead's tits while soft smiles played on their mouths.
"In conclusion, then," Mr. Timmons summed up, "let us be possessed by a passion – a passion to learn with our students – a passion to learn from them."
The teachers all trooped into the cafeteria afterwards. Sybil Harrison looked around until she spotted the new teacher. Julie saw the woman smile at her, then motion to her.
"Don't eat alone," the redhead told her. "Come on with me. After hearing the old man give his annual lecture, you're probably anxious to hear the real stow of Fort Arthur High."
"You mean we shouldn't have such a burning passion to learn with our students?" the blonde asked with a laugh.
"Honey," Sybil assured her, "passion is the right word. That's one item this horny student body has in abundance. I can see the boys now, if you wear a blouse and skirt like that to class. They'll have you gang-raped before second period."
"That's one experience I'd like to be in on," a heavy male voice laughed from behind her.
Julie turned around and looked up into the face of Dave Rauh, struggling to place him from the introductions earlier in the morning. He caught her confusion and laughed again. His eyes twinkled in friendly fashion as he moved to join the two women at a table.
"David Rauh," he told the girl. "History. That is, I try to teach a little history in between separating fights and breaking up couples who want to use the back of my class room as a mating ground."
"Is it really that bad here?" Julie asked.
She had, of course, heard of Fort Arthur's reputation. Her advisor in college had attempted to talk her out of accepting this job. She had ignored his advice completely. Fort Arthur was the only offer she had received from an urban area high school. Her choice had been this school or some rural school where she would have been forced to live in a small, narrow-minded community. Julie didn't want that. She wanted to be within driving distance of a major city and night clubs and plenty of interesting men. The men were even more important to her than the night clubs. She did not intend to spend her evenings sitting in some little town alone and isolated. No way.
She shook herself away from her musings and tried to pick up the conversation between Sybil and Dave. They were assuring her that Fort Arthur was probably a great deal worse than she had heard. The little blonde laughed at their stories without letting them frighten her. After all, they were still here weren't they? It couldn't be too bad a school and keep so many faculty members over the years.
"She doesn't believe us," Sybil told the history teacher. "She's not paying a bit of attention to us."
"Maybe she likes having to fight the students off," he answered. "Maybe she doesn't mind them getting hard-ons right in the middle of class.
"Oh that doesn't happen all that often," the redhead scolded him. "Not more than once or twice a day."
She wrinkled her nose at the little blonde. Julie felt a surge of warmth from the older woman. She would have an ally here. She would have this quite lovely woman to guide and counsel her. She already felt better. Despite all their taunts and warnings, she felt better having these two behind her. The young blonde had no way of knowing how much safer she would have been without the pleasant couple who sat across the table from her. She never suspected that already they were eyeing her luscious young body, imagining their hands all over those delicious tits, already picturing her submitting to their passions.
"Think she'll do?" Sybil asked the history teacher after the girl left their table.
"I'm already hard, just thinking about how good she'll be," Dave answered. He reached under the table and squeezed the redhead's thigh before reaching up to her pussy for a brief rub. "If the kids around here don't get her horny enough, then we'll just go to work on her ourselves."
Meanwhile, Julie began searching the room as she walked to the door. Julie hoped she could spot the young assistant coach and manage to walk with him to their rooms at the far end of the building. She did see him. Her heartbeat picked up quickly, then sank again. He was with a group of the other coaches, leaving by another door. Julie suppressed her disappointment and walked along the empty hallway alone.
Come on, now, she told herself, stop getting all edgy. She had let Sybil and Dave get her uneasy about the school. Even now she was apprehensive as she walked to the far classrooms. Hell, she could be grabbed back here and no one would ever hear her scream. A shudder of terror ran through her body, despite all her efforts to calm her nerves. She was being stupid, she insisted, absolutely stupid.
Maybe not so stupid, she realized as she reached for her door. She could hear the sound of papers being shuffled inside. Someone was in her room. Someone was going through the books she had left on her desk.
Julie froze at the sound. She looked back up the hall, hoping to catch sight of another teacher. She turned back from the empty hallway to her own door. Damn it, she told herself, she would have to act like a teacher. She drew a deep breath and whipped the door open.
"What are you doing?" she demanded as she stepped into the room.
The slender brunette turned at the sound. The girl dropped the record book in her hand and flood frightened and gaping at Julie. She worked her mouth silently, clearly more frightened than Julie had been a moment before.
"I-I…" she stammered. "I thought you were having lunch."
Her deep brown eyes stretched open as she stepped back from Julie. She was a pretty child, but something about her made her look sort of cheap, sort of too available. Still, she was very pretty. She had a nice body, pert little tits heaving inside her halter and slender legs.
"So you decided to make yourself at home!" Julie snorted. "You decided to play teacher or something?"
"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.