That weekend, Glen left the campus and drove aimlessly over the countryside, trying to sort her thoughts and emotions and to understand who she really was and what she really wanted out of life. By the time she returned to her apartment on campus she was only sure of a few things.
First, she was not entirely homosexual. It was true that she loved the thrill of caressing and kissing eager young female flesh. It was true that she enjoyed the sensation of adventure and danger as she successfully seduced the young and often totally inexperienced girls under her care and introduced them to the pleasures of Sapphic abandon. But there was more to her libido than just an eagerness to couple with other females.
Certainly a great part of her sexuality-a suppressed part to be sure-was involved with men. She had been afraid of sex with men, it was true, but she could not deny that the experience she had had with Norton Concort while trying to get him to vote to keep the school on an all-girl basis was one she could never forget. Also it was one she could never quite describe, even to herself. She had actually enjoyed sucking on the administrator's penis. She had actually experienced a definite thrill in tasting his ejaculated semen.
Then, later, when she had been tasting the sweet love juices of Brigette's channel of passion and Norton had surprised her by slamming his hard member as far as he could into her colon, she had, it was true, experienced pain, but she had also thrilled to a strange new pleasure.
She had never before had a man's member inside her. Still she was, technically at any rate a virgin. Now she wanted to feel what Cathy had felt with Concort-what Brigette had felt with the boy named Billy. Yet she was still desperately afraid of what the consequences might be. The first experience, she knew, was often painful or unpleasant- she might become pregnant. Any number of unpleasant thoughts assailed her brain so that sleep that Sunday did not come easily, and Monday when she arose, she felt drained and exhausted.
As she stared at her naked body in her long mirror-as she ran her hands over her flesh-Glendora Adams realized that she would have to do something about her dilemma or go absolutely mad as a victim of conflicting passions.
That night she was scheduled for library duty, but Tuesday she determined again to ask blonde and beautiful Sissy Mason to her apartment for some of her own special brand of tutoring. She could not have known that such thoughts were considerations of the impossible, for that night she was to discover just how true her fears about coeducation really were.
Just before ten o'clock, Glen started to close the library for the evening. She was sure all the students had left. There were only a few books scattered on the tables along with occasional pencils or slips of scratch paper. As she walked the length of the room and back again, she was at first aware of a strange sensation nagging her about not being alone. Then, as she neared the far shelves, she became conscious of hushed voices talking in eager whispers.
At first she could neither make out the words nor identify the speakers, but as she tiptoed closer, she was sure that one speaker was Sissy Mason. The other was a male whose voice she was sure she had never heard before.
Glen stopped on one side of a floor-to-ceiling bookcase and frowned as she heard Sissy say, "Oh. It's hard!"
"Go ahead," the boy said, "Jerk it."
"It won't hurt?"
"Hell no. It feels good."
"So does that," Sissy said.
"Yeah. You're all wet and hot to trot."
The girl moaned.
"Want to?" the boy asked.
"Here?"
"Sure."
"But, we're in the library."
"Hell," the boy said. "I know where we are. I want to get my joint in you."
"I've never done that before," Sissy said.
"You're cherry?"
"Well, not exactly."
"Half cherry?"
She giggled.
"Come on," the boy urged. "I'm about to resort to rape. You've got me so fucking hot."
"Yeah," the girl said. "Me too. You sure do have educated fingers."
"In a cunt like yours, it's pure instinct."
Glendora heard a rustle of clothing and a movement of bodies on the other side of the bookcase, then a soft low sigh.
"Oh my gosh!" Sissy said.
"Good, eh?"
"Oh… Jack… I never thought… "
"You're good," he said. "Move like that… just like that…"
Glendora could feel herself becoming more and more aroused as she listened to the sighs and groans coming from the other side of the bookcase. She could not allow such a thing to happen in the library. The whole school, she thought, was going completely to ruin.
With rapid steps she strode around the end of the bookcase and walked down the other side. The couple thrashing in sexual abandon on the floor was obviously completely unaware of her presence.
Sissy Mason lay spread-legged on her back. Her uniform skirt was bunched around her waist and her blouse was unbuttoned to reveal her large young breasts. Over her, also naked from the waist down, his firm rounded buttocks rising and falling with sensuous rhythm, was a young man.
Both of them had their eyes closed. Both were moaning and grunting in abandoned pleasure as they strained their young bodies to achieve the pinnacle of sexual pleasure.
Glen watched in utter fascination. She knew her duty was to pull the young man out of Sissy's hot flesh and to admonish both of them for defiling the library and committing an immoral act, but the sheer beauty of it held her in an emotional vise.
She gritted her teeth and stared at the two bodies as Sissy moaned.
"Oh, Jack," the girl gasped. "Oh, Jack… I'm…"
"Me too, Sissy… come on… baby… come off…"
"Oh, Jack… yes… oh yes… "
They both seemed to grunt at the same time. Their young bodies quivered together as they sighed and clawed at each other. Then as if suddenly drugged, they lay silent. They might have been dead until Glendora, finally forcing herself to some semblance of self-control, spoke.
"Well," she said. "What's the meaning of this?"
Sissy Mason opened her eyes and stared at the teacher in fear and amazement. Her mouth moved several times but no sound came out.
The boy seemed more casual about the situation. He rolled free of Sissy's body and reached for his underdrawers and trousers before he stood up.
"Meaning?" He frowned slightly as he stared at Glen with deep-set, very sensual dark eyes. "We're fucking, that's all."
"That's all!" Glen tried desperately to gain some semblance of control as she glanced from the handsome young man down to Sissy who was frantically trying to refit her bra over large, well-formed breasts and button her uniform blouse.
"Sure," the boy said.
"This is the library," Glen said. "We have rules on this campus."
"Against fucking?" He seemed genuinely amazed.
Glen stared at him. She could not help but run her eyes over his well-formed muscular torso down to his naked hips and exposed manhood. She resisted a sudden urge to fall on her knees, cup the entirety of his masculinity in both her hands, and suck the length of his penis into her mouth. She lifted her eyes and tried to sound harsh and commanding as she ordered him to put on his trousers.
"You, young lady," she said to Sissy, "are to report to Dean Lydecker right after breakfast tomorrow."
"But-"
"Don't argue with me. He'll know what to do with your pretty little butt."
"I'm not going," Sissy said.
"You're what?"
"You heard me," the girl said as she rose to her feet. "And you know why. If I go to Dean Lydecker just for passing out a little ass on the library floor, I sure as shit am not going to keep my mouth shut about some fancy tutoring sessions I've been to."
"You wouldn't!" Glen said.
"I sure as shit would," the girl said. "Think about that, Miss Adams, and if you still want me to shag ass over to Dean Lydecker's office, you just tell me so at breakfast." She lifted her chin high, and with a provocative and arrogant swish of her hips, brushed past Glendora toward the library door. Glen turned to look after the sensuous young girl, and saw to her amazement that, in her Tight hand, she was carrying a flimsy bit of cloth. She hadn't put her panties back on.
Her whole life seemed to be coming apart at the seams. There seemed no longer to be any discipline at the school.
She turned to the handsome dark-haired young man standing before her. He was just over six feet tall and built like an accomplished athlete. Something about his easy, unaffected manner disturbed her and the way his gypsy like eyes stared directly at her was unnerving, to say the least.
"What's your name?" Glendora demanded.
"Jack," He told her.
"I know that. Sissy screamed it enough. What's your last name?"
"Paris," he said. "Jack Paris."
"I assume you're one of the experimental boys here at Northrup."
"Right."
"And it's obvious that you consider the academy nothing more than a herd of young females available only to satisfy your depraved lusts."
"Not really," he said. "I mean, the education here is supposed to be the greatest, but look, she was hot to trot and so was I. What the hell's the matter with knocking off a little ass if nobody gets hurt?"
Glendora's mouth dropped open. "What's the-" She couldn't go on.
"Yeah," he said. "Tell me, what the hell's wrong with fucking? You act as if this were the end of the world. Sure, I'd rather be doing it in bed, but I'll tell you, I don't know if I could cope with all those horny girls in the dorm."
"Horny-"
"Sure," he said. "Locked up here in this god-damned Victorian anti-sex league. They're all dying to get some cock in them." He looked at her very steadily. "You know," be said very slowly, very pointedly, "I'll bet you are too."
"Young man, mind your manners!"
"Aren't you?" he insisted.
"No, I am not!"
"Bullshit!" he said. "I'll bet it's been months since you've been fucked, maybe even years. Hell, I'll bet you're just dying to get your gash plowed."
"Hold your tongue!" she snapped.
Suddenly, she saw him zip his fly down and reach within his trousers again to expose his masculine member. He stroked it back and forth a few times, and as she watched in shocked amazement, brought it again to rigid erection. She stared at it with her mouth open, unable to speak.
"Looks good, doesn't it?" he said. "Come on, be honest. That's what you really want, isn't it? That's what you'd really like to get a hold of. Aren't you tired of being a fucking prude? Why not try it? Come on. You'll like it."
She could no longer help herself. She reached Out, grasped his hard flesh in his right hand and felt the heat of his body and the rigidity of his muscles under her touch. Like a robot controlled by a strange foreign power, she dropped to her knees before the young man and fairly gobbled his masculinity into her hot and eager mouth.
"Yeah," she heard him say above her as he moved his hips back and forth. "That's great."
She could not control herself! She drew his hard member as deeply into her mouth as she could, ran her tongue completely around it, and then puffed her cheeks in and Out. She caressed his scrotum with one hand, kneading gently on his testicles as her other rubbed the length of the shaft she could not draw completely into her mouth. Above her, she, heard him sigh and knew that the thrill she was receiving by licking and sucking him was being passed on to him with even greater intensity.
"Good," she heard him gasp. "Real good."
He was ticking his hips back and forth with more rapid rhythm now. She knew he was about to ejaculate and she wanted to feel the hot spurt of his semen scalding on her tongue and throat. She reached behind him and placed her palms against his pulsating buttocks and with an almost feverish intensity she moved her mouth back and forth on his rigid penis.
"Yeah… oh… yeah… " she heard him say.
Then the member in her mouth seemed to snap to an even harder state of erection. It quivered within the hot flesh of her mouth and then felt like it had exploded. The hot liquid of his release shot over her mouth and tongue, burned pleasantly down her throat, and seemed to flow throughout her entire body, caressing every nerve, cleansing every fiber of her body and soul. She sucked greedily, trying to draw every tiny drop of it into herself.
Still his hips ticked,back and forth as she greedily pulled on his flesh, sucking harder and harder until a small semblance of sanity returned to her. Suddenly, she felt ridiculous. She was on her knees in the school's library and she had her mouth literally full of a young man's penis. For a moment she was totally unaware of how she had come to be there. It was as though she had somehow blacked out and had regained only a pan of her consciousness.
Embarrassed, ashamed of herself, and humiliated; she released his penis and staggered to her feet. She could not bring herself to look him in the eye.
"Well," he said as he rezipped his fly. "That wasn't all that bad, was it?"
She couldn't answer.
"You give real good head," he said. "I wonder if you fuck as well."
"No," she gasped. "Please, I-"
Gently he pulled her toward him, and with one hand under her thin lifted her face until her eyes could not avoid meeting his dark sensuous stare.
"Hey," he whispered. "We could really swing together, you know. Not like Sissy, but, for real."
"No!" she gasped as she pulled herself away from him. "No! I can't! I won't. I-"
Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she whirled away from him and dashed out of the library and across the darkened campus to her apartment.
There, she slammed the door behind her and dashed into the bedroom where she threw herself face down on her bed.
"Oh, no," she gasped aloud. "I won't do it! I can't do it!"
But even as she sobbed her protests, Glendora Adams knew that somehow-some way-her entire life had changed, and that Jack Paris, the young man she had caught fornicating in the library, was directly responsible for that change.