Linda raced home. She knew Steve would already be there. You could always count on good ol' Steve. Her mind was in an uproar during the few minutes it took to get back to her house as she wondered what in the world she ought to do about this mess with Jack and Rosemary O'Neill, those lousy stinking perverts.
There was not much she could do, she kept thinking. Were she to tell Steve, he'd go out of his mind. So then he'd call the cope and the O'Neill's would find out and fix their wagon as they both had threatened to do. No, she couldn't tell Steve. But she'd have to tell him something.
She decided as she pulled into her driveway that she'd tell him basically the truth, but not quite all of it. She'd just say that Rosemary O'Neill, the wife of the principal, had called her up just before be came home – which was true – and asked her to come over just for a friendly get-acquainted meeting for a few minutes. If it bothered Steve, he could check it out and, if anyone had seen her, she'd have her story pretty well substantiated.
Steve seemed a little annoyed when she walked in the front door. He was watching the evening news and didn't even get up to kiss her. "Hi," was all he said before turning.
"Hi, yourself," she said, forcing a big grin. She slid in next to him on the couch and cuddled up close. There was hardly any response. Geez, she thought briefly some response I'm getting after all I've been through.
She blew lightly into his ear and whispered, "It's so nice to see you, baby. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you came home tonight."
"Why weren't you?" asked Steve, who was making no effort to hide his annoyance.
Why, you bastard, she thought. Christ, I could be dead and I don't get any kind of tenderness. Oh well, better say something quick.
"The wife of the principal called me up just about 34 minutes ago and asked me to come by to get acquainted with her. I felt like I couldn't really turn her down, Steve. You know I've got to make a good impression."
"Why didn't you leave me a note, baby?" asked Steve, softening a bit. "I was worried sick about you. I thought you might have been in an accident or someone might have grabbed you and raped you or something crazy like that."
Now she turned up the charm full blast and rubbed her torso and breasts into his side. "You're right baby," she cooed. "I'm sorry I didn't."
Steve chuckled. "Oh, you're so nice, babe. I'm sorry if I sounded mean to you just now."
"That's OK," said Linda, not sure if he actually meant it or not. Well, there was no point in dwelling on it, she told herself. "What would you like to drink, honey. How about a martini?"
So they had drinks and dinner and Linda tried hard to enjoy herself. But she somehow felt as if something had changed, that something would be forever and irretrievably changed and that there was not a thing in the world she could do about it. And so it was hard to keep happy. It was the same kind of feeling she had her wedding night, when she had given up her virginity – gratefully and willingly, of course, but with a sense of sadness and loss of having left a part of her life behind, with no chance of ever coming back.
She thought it would have been nice to have had some love making that night, but Linda was one of those people who has to be in the absolute right mood to make love. Steve had always understood that. It never really bothered him, so it seemed, to Linda, and that was one of the many reasons she loved him.
As she tried to go to sleep, she found her mind racing all over the place. There was nothing she could place her finger on, just that she wondered and worried about everything. Would everyone at school be able to tell that the weirdos, Jack and Rosemary O'Neill, had worked her over? She remembered her girlfriend in college, Gina Townsend, telling her that once a girl made love to a boy, you just bad to look in her face to tell that things were now incredibly different with her. What happened, she now wondered, if you had been with a lesbian? But I'm not a lesbian, her mind screamed. Finally, she made it to sleep, just by praying continually for the better part of an hour. "Forgive me please, Lord," she thought while clenching her hands together. "I did not know what I was doing. You know that I couldn't help it."
She felt just plain tired in the morning and not in much of a mood for any cuddling, hugging or kissing that next morning, even though Steve was doing his beat together in a romantic mood by stroking her in the most tempting places. She almost gave in, but the guilt from the previous day and the desire to be at school on time overrode any animal impulses she might have given in to. Still, it was kind of a nice way to start the day, she told herself, getting into the most demure outfit she could find. The last thing she needed today was to have horny little high school boys lusting after her and undressing her with their eyes every time she made even the slightest move anywhere.
"Sex and drugs and rock and roll" was the first thing Linda saw when she got to school that day. Someone had painted that in 8-foot high letters on the side of the administration building. For some reason, such desecrations of school property didn't really bother Linda much. The kids, for the most part, didn't seem especially bothered, at least not nearly as much as the faculty and administrators were that day. Good, she thought. At least I won't get hassled again by Jack O'Neill. That's all I'd need.
O'Neill came over the school loudspeaker and threatened that that night's football game would be cancelled if whoever was responsible for the vandalism didn't turn himself in. But he later relented when some janitors traced the paint to the cars of a few of the long haired hippies in the school. The culprits had their names read over the loudspeaker during the middle of third period and Linda could see the football players in her class relax a bit. She wouldn't have normally cared, but tonight she was assigned to help provide security at the game by taking tickets and keeping an eye on the kids with Steve, but she would have much rather just spent the night at home with Steve.
As a matter of fact, there was dancing in the hallways during the break. Cheerleaders were leading cheers:
We are the Wolves
And no one could be prouder
And if you don't believe us
We'll yell a little louder
We are the Wolves…
Linda had to smile. This kind of unleashing of youthful enthusiasm was wonderful; how much better for the kids to be doing that instead of messing around with drugs or having sex with each other. She'd never even kissed a boy until she'd gotten to college and she felt that she was a much better person for it.
She reached the faculty room and was greeted by the usual blast of cigarette smoke and a few calls of, "Hello, Linda," just as fourth period was starting. Since fourth period was the favorite period to schedule Physical Education classes, since there was no real rush for everyone to finish, lots of teachers also had fourth period off.
But she was walking back to her classroom in a few minutes when she realized she'd left her purse in the bathroom. "Of all the stupid things," she told herself. "You'd forget your head if it weren't screwed on right." Besides, she had lots of valuable stuff in there, and there were undoubtedly kids who'd be more than happy to help themselves to it and not give it a second thought.
She was just on the verge of opening the door when something made her stop, without her realizing exactly what it was. She stopped herself just as she was about to stick the extra key she'd gotten for the faculty room into the door.
What she'd seen that had stopped her was that there were two people – a cheerleader in her uniform and a big kid who looked like a football player, in the room, apparently just sitting and talking.
How had they gotten in, she wondered. The door was still locked, just as she had locked it before she left. Maybe the cheerleader had a master key or something, because she'd heard rumors that a couple of the school's master keys had somehow disappeared in the last few weeks and no one had even the slightest idea where they'd gone. Now Linda knew what had happened to at least one of them, because she specifically remembered locking the door a few minutes before.
It bothered her, as if someone had burglarized her home, but she also felt a sense of admiration for the ingenuity of pulling off this kind of stunt. After all if you wanted some privacy, what better place to get it than a classroom during a free period. How did they know it would be a free period? Simple, she thought. You simply kept your eyes open long enough and any fool could figure out which classrooms would be empty when.
There was an eye level window just a few inches across and down in the classroom door, just so teachers could know who would be at the door and it was through this that Linda was looking now. Since these punks had broken into her class, she decided she'd repay them by spying on them for a little bit before busting them. Besides, she was curious about what they'd do if they were thinking, as they obviously were, that no one was going to see them. Probably drugs, she thought, which will mean that the room will stink of marijuana when I go in there after lunch. I'll have to wait until they light up or else I'll look silly charging in there, like I was just waiting for the very instant that they pulled out the marijuana cigarettes.
But they didn't start smoking anything at all. Instead, they just kept talking. Linda watched them for about 20 seconds, then realized that if someone came walking down the hall, she'd look awfully strange. She glanced around and watched them talk for a while longer. They were both smiling at each other as if they had a big secret between each other.
Linda watched for a few more moments and then got bored with trying to make out what they were saying. They may have as well been talking Japanese. But just as she started to pull away from the window, she saw the football player reach out his hand to the cheerleader's hand. Well, big deal, she told herself, but she didn't want to leave all of a sudden. She couldn't help but wonder if something else was about to happen now.
It did. The cheerleader – whose name, "Pam" was emblazoned on the tight orange and white sweater and on the matching micro skirt – reached her hand over to the football player's face, and ran her fingers lightly over his cheeks. My God, she thought, the very nerve of these kids. Why did they think they could get away with this kind of behavior in broad daylight? As if to answer that question, she immediately heard footsteps coming down the hall. She pivoted away from the door instantly and began walking as nonchalantly as possible toward Lee Frankel, one of the mathematics teachers and one of the oldest people on the staff.
If Lee goes by the classroom, she thought, he might very well see what's going on and I'll get blamed for it, since it is my classroom. So she hustled up to Lee and gave him a big hello and a smile. "Hi Linda, dearie," he said. Hoo boy, she thought. I can just see this guy getting outraged over the kids in my class, even if they're just holding hands. I've got to get him out of here right now. "Hi Lee. Hey, how about if I treat you to a donut in the faculty room?" she asked breathlessly, trying to sound helpless and vulnerable.
"Why, that's the best offer I've had all day, Mrs. White," he said, chuckling at his own humor. "Here. You can take my arm now."
Five minutes later, she'd gotten Lee his jelly donut and was back in the wing where she'd been watching. Fine. No one was here, but she'd have to get Pam and the football player out of the room before they started acting crazy and rolling around on the floor.
But they weren't. They were still just holding hands and talking back and forth. So Linda watched for about 20 seconds and got bored again, then started to put the extra key in the lock.
Again, though, she stopped. This time the football player had now put his arms around Pam and they both stood up and looked into each other's eyes soulfully. They were about 25 feet from the door window, but they looked as if they could have been a million miles away. Neither of them seemed to be moving a muscle.
Linda had a pretty good idea what would come next and she was right. Slowly, the heads of the football player and cheerleader moved toward one another, and their mouths opened slowly. Their wild shining eyes roamed over each other curiously.
Now their tongues snaked out toward each other and their eyes closed. The boy gathered in Pam, squeezing her jutting breasts against his massive chest. Linda could hear her moan throatily: "Oh, baby!"
Pam slowly began undulating her ripe, full form all over the jock's muscular frame, with special emphasis being on stimulating the growing bulge in his pants. She was immediately successful, Linda could tell, as a huge piston-like form appeared to thrust out of the denim material between his legs.
What in the world was she doing watching this, Linda wondered in a daze. It wasn't that it particularly turned her on, but more that she felt somehow compelled to just watch it and not do much of anything else. She'd never seen two people make love to each other before now, having turned down Steve's suggestion one night that they go see an X-rated movie in Santa Monica.
They were taking each other's clothes off. The jock slipped the sweater over Pam's head and dropped it onto the floor. She was tearing off his jacket and button-down shirt at the time, but Linda hardly noticed. Despite the fact that Pam's low-cut brassiere remained on her, Linda could already tell that Pam had what had to be one of the hottest bodies that a centerfold could ever hope for.
The bounteous swell of her large milky breasts all but overflowed the cups of the lacy brassiere and her waist narrowed to a tight curve about her rounded hips and ass, still covered by the skirt, above her slender thighs. Now the jock's fingers were fumbling with the clasp of the brassiere as Pam mashed her melonous breasts into his hairy chest. In a few seconds, those milky orbs jutted proudly from her chest like two cantaloupes, with cherry-like nipples hard as rocks. She threw back her head in a single motion of unabated lust and kept grinding her now-throbbing breasts into the jock's chest, moving her lust-inflamed nipples as fast as she could to maximize the pleasure that shone on her face.
Now the jock grabbed the nipples, almost as big as golf balls, and tweaked them so hard between his huge fingers that it made Linda wince. Pam apparently felt no pain at all, though. "Oh, God, Gary, I love it so much!" she could hear her gasp.
"Just keep quiet so we don't attract any attention," she heard Gary say, and she immediately ducked down under the window of the door. She really should not keep on watching, she told herself. But she almost knew right then that as soon as she could, she would try to again. There was something utterly compelling about getting to watch two teenagers, both with absolutely perfect bodies, make love to each other without them knowing that anyone else could see.
So in a few seconds, she slowly raised herself up to the level of the window and looked in anxiously, sweat pouring from her brow. Thank God, she thought, that no one's decided to walk around in this hall. It wasn't so much that she was afraid of getting caught as she was of the footsteps scaring off Pam and Gary. A pang of guilt grabbed her. This was awful, she knew, but she knew just as well that her curiosity had to be sated.
She had to smile when she looked in the window, since she had just been worrying about the sound of footsteps interrupting Pam and Gary. It was obvious now that the Russians could have decided to have started a nuclear attack by dropping a hydrogen bomb on Marley High School and that Pam and Gary would not have noticed.
Now they were tearing off the remaining of each other's clothing – Gary sliding off the cheerleader skirt as Pam kicked off the shoes, then flinging the skirt into the air, then more slowly peeling off the orange string bikini panties, so tight that they cut slightly into her bronzed skin. And Pam's hands, moving like butterflies, had bunched together his jeans at his knees before he had stepped out of them and his boots. Now she grabbed into his underpants, severely distended by the blood-engorged member that was now pulsating frantically. Linda could easily see, as she stood in rapt fascination, how a clear drop of love juice had already emerged onto the tip of Gary's blue-veined stiffness which stood up ramrod straight against his hard, flat belly. Pam's hands were a blur on his nine-inch meatiness, with her polished fingernails barely fitting around the steely thickness. He too, now threw back his head and moaned like a wounded tiger. "Oh, baby yes… oh do me, do me hard. Come on, bitch, suck it… you know you want it baby please suck it, oh God… oooo… I'm gonna cum… yeah, now I'm…"
And he started to scream, but Pam apparently realized what would follow if he did and clamped a hand over his mouth as he writhed with the ecstasy of a shower of delicious sparks, as if an earthquake had just struck Southern California with Marley High School as the epicenter. Stunned, Linda watched his ivory hardness explode with shot after creamy shot of burning male sperm, each one flying higher and higher until they had nearly hit the eight foot ceiling, as Pam's free hand continued to stroke frantically at his still swollen and reverberating thickness, which remained standing straight up in the air, ready for even more duty should the call come.
But now Gary was being required something of a different use of his body, as Pam now sat atop one of the desks and began to feverishly finger her soaking wet pubic vee. She began to gyrate her hips and arch her back as if to invite every man with even the slightest drop of lust still living within his body to give her everything he could. "Come here, big boy," Linda heard her sat. "I made you cum pretty good. It's time for you to return the favor, stud. Let's see what that tongue of yours can do… oh yeah, oh, I love it when you… yes, yes oh, faster, you stud… I love it… yes… Come on, make me come… do it, do it, yeah baby, yes, I'm cumming… oh, oh ooo, give me more!!!"
And Pam's tightly-muscled hips now jerked spasmodically, pumping like a piston into Gary's head, as Gary returned the solid thinking she'd shown by clamping a hand over her mouth to muffle the gasps of delight as she came. Pam's eyes were closed to everything except this holy moment. She tangled her fingers in his brown curly hair, urging him wordlessly to keep his face down into her cunt, as close as he could get to her throbbing cuntal walls. She quivered continually, and her long, trim legs parted even further, offering up her all to him.
Now she was coming again and again, soaring into the peaks of total abandonment of anything except the God of Lust. She lay trembling with her hips jerking for what seemed to Linda to be endless moments. "Steve and I have never made it like that," she thought and for just an instant a flash of jealousy lighted up inside her brain, as Pam's whole frame vibrated as if it were a single muscle, dedicated to nothing but the satisfaction of pure sexual heat, so hot that a hundred people besides Linda could have probably been watching without Pam or Gary noticing.
Footsteps. They were moving fast this way, several people. It sounded like a bunch of kids and in a flash Linda had swiveled off into the center of the hall as if she'd never been standing at the door of her classroom. She made it back to the faculty room in less than 45 seconds.