"The twins and teacher" - читать интересную книгу автора (Graham Alberta)

CHAPTER ONE

Miss Appleton carefully pinned up her long dark hair before leaving her apartment for her first class of the day. Reflected in the mirror, she saw a pretty oval face with deep-set blue eyes fringed with long dark lashes. Her creamy complexion needed almost no make-up, and Alice contented herself with applying just the slightest bit of lip gloss to her small but perfectly formed lips. The somber-toned charcoal-grey dress molded well to Alice Appleton's curvaceous figure, but not too closely. Alice preferred the more conservative approach to everything, and she knew that she was admired at the school because of it. She was an excellent teacher of English, and the young twenty-three year old took great pride in her work with the boys of the Scotsdale School. This was the attractive brunette's second year now at the school, and Alice felt that she would like to stay for a long, long while.

It was easy to spend most of her time studying, planning lessons, and correcting papers. That way the pretty dark-haired teacher had little time to think of the past. Even so, however, there were moments when that past pressed into the present, bringing with it unwanted memories.

This was one of those disturbing moments, and Alice blinked her eyes rapidly at her own reflection in the mirror, when she realized that she was no longer thinking of the class that was to come, but of him.

Martin's hands running over her soft exposed skin, there in the fresh night air; the feel of the blanket beneath her; the longing in her loins as she felt him pressed closer and closer to her trembling body. How good it had been to lie back, her head feeling the bumps of the grass against the blanket and up above, beyond Martin's hovering form, the night sky and the stars, and then the feel of her skirt being pulled up, the sound of her own acquiescent sigh as her flimsy silk panties were eased down over her trembling thighs, and she knew what was going to happen. The way her legs had parted – or had he parted them with his own – and then her closed eyes, the naked heat of him against her, and the awful pushing pain. Her cry of fear rising to the night, and then the pleasure, the powerful, moving pleasure filling every portion of her quivering young body, making her know that she could, indeed she would live forever as long as she remained in Martin's arms.

"OH GOD!" Alice turned away from the mirror and scurried into the small bathroom that all the teachers' apartments had. There she dabbed witch hazel on her face with little cotton squares, feeling the cooling liquid bring her back to normal. The trembling of her legs had ceased, and Alice felt she would be able to go to her class now. She reminded herself firmly that Martin and all that was finished, far behind her. She was no longer a foolish eighteen year old, silly enough to fall for the phony promises of a man older and more cunning than she. No, there were no men in Alice's life now, and there had been none since Martin, and that was the way she wanted it. Much better to enjoy her quiet but rewarding life as a teacher, than to risk everything for a man's unfaithful caresses.

Refreshed and determined, Alice made her way from her apartment in the left wing of the main building of the private boys' school, the central portion of which housed some of the boys' dorms on the top floors and most of the classrooms on the lower floors. The left wing was in reality a recently built extension to the main building, designed specifically to house the faculty members who lived on campus.

"Morning, Miss Appleton."

"Nice day, Miss Appleton!"

"You're looking lovely today, Miss Appleton."

Alice blushed and said thank you to Mr. Boyse who was the last person she passed in the corridor that lead to her classroom. A fellow-teacher, she couldn't bring herself to be rude to him, even though she often wanted to tell him that his personal remarks were unnecessary. For some reason, though, today Miss Appleton didn't mind Mr. Boyse's remark as much as she might have. He was harmless enough, and there was no danger whatsoever that the chemistry teacher would seek a more intimate relationship with her. Yes, Miss Appleton felt quite safe at the school, and it was a relief to know that she was secure at all times.

There was a special little lift to her feelings today, however, as Alice entered her classroom. She was a few minutes later than usual, it being her habit to arrive a good fifteen minutes early in order to greet the boys on their arrival and prepare her papers and books. Today several of her students were already in their seats, and Alice was pleased to note that the Larsen twins were among them. Such good boys! she thought as she greeted them with her sunniest smile, a smile reserved only for her best students, and never, for example, for a teaching colleague.

As she sat down at her big oak desk, being sure to pull her sensible-length charcoal-grey skirt down over her knees, Alice thought she knew why she was feeling that little lift. It was certainly because of the papers that the Larsen twins had handed in, and which she had read pleasurably the night before. Miss Appleton had had them read their composition papers to the class two weeks before, and as she bent her pretty dark head over the current assignment, Alice decided that she must have them repeat this performance.

Gradually the classroom filled, and Alice pretended not to notice the little whispers and scuffles that always were a prelude to the final bell. When the bell rang however, the students were always forced to observe the most rigid silence, as Alice Appleton stood and seriously surveyed them from behind her desk.

"Good morning, boys!" she said now, taking them in one by one, noting by each boy's expression whether or not he was likely to have shirked on his homework.

"Good morning, Miss Appleton!" the boys chorused back.

Miss Appleton was in her element.

"First of all," she began, strolling over to the large windows that lined one side of the room, "we will collect your homework assignment… the two descriptive paragraphs about an art work of your choice."

Knowing that the art department of the school was particularly poor, Alice had enjoyed taking her class to the local museum, and she was looking forward to their comments on the paintings and sculpture they had seen there.

"Do I have a volunteer?" she asked, turning away from the pleasant view of green fields and trees below to face her class. "Yes, Tim, you may collect the papers," she smiled, an absent-minded, thoughtful smile that made it clear to all who observed her that she was thinking of many important things related to her teaching.

A short while later, Alice was once more seated at her desk. She looked up as Tim arrived carrying the sheaf of papers. Tim's blue eyes held Miss Appleton's for a brief second before Alice turned away.

"How many did you count, Tim?" she asked.

"Fourteen, Miss Appleton," Tim replied.

"Fourteen? There are fifteen students in this class. Will the boy who did not do his homework please raise his hand?"

"I didn't, Miss Appleton," Tim admitted. He was looking at the soft swelling of his teacher's breasts, two large mounds of flesh that seemed to want to escape the drab coverings that Miss Appleton always gave them. He thought about them now with considerable interest, comparing them mentally with what he knew his father's ex-wife's breasts had looked like. Of course, it was all imaginary at the moment, but Tim was confident that soon he would be able to make the comparison, yes, he and Bennie both would know whether Miss Appleton's breasts were prettier than old Carolyn's had been.

"You, Tim?" Alice was shocked, and the glasses that she had been about to place on her pertly upturned nose fell to the desk. "But… I don't understand. Do you have a good reason Tim? I've never known you to shirk your duty!"

"Uh… not really Miss Appleton," the blond thirteen year old replied.

The class sniggered and Alice looked up sharply. Recovering her composure, she spoke with renewed authority. "We'll have to discuss this after class, Tim. You know that."

"Yes, ma'am," Tim replied, turning to go back to his seat.

Throughout the rest of the class, Alice felt flushed and perturbed. It was so unlike the Larsen boy not to have done his homework, and then not to have a decent excuse at that! The whole thing was very unsettling, and Alice hurried through the day's lesson, postponing her suggestion that the twins read their short stories to the class until another time.

When finally the last bell rang, Alice gave a particularly long homework assignment which was greeted by groans from her students. Ignoring the groans, the pretty twenty-three year old bid the boys good-day and began to leaf through a poetry book that was usually on her desk. The title swam before her eyes, Love Poems of William Shakespeare. The title was decidedly embarrassing, Miss Appleton decided once and for all as she waited for the classroom to empty. But there had been something special about the book when she'd first seen it in the bookstore, that had made her buy it. Perhaps, she thought, she would cover it, and that way she would not be faced with the rather blunt title every day.

"Miss Appleton?" Tim waved good-bye to his brother Bennie and stood watching Alice Appleton with curious interest. How long he had been standing there observing her, Alice could not tell, but she decided that she was angry. Yes, she was angry with Tim Larsen, and she was going to let him know it in no uncertain terms.

"Tim Larsen! What do you have to say for yourself? I must say I am terribly disappointed in you. As you know you and your brother have been at the head of this class, and I certainly expect you of all people to set a good example for the others!"

For the first time in his thirteen years, Tim understood the expression that he'd read and heard on television couched as a joke: You're beautiful when you're angry! For Alice Appleton was most certainly beautiful at this very moment, Tim thought, far more beautiful than his former stepmother who had never been pretty when she was angry, which was quite often.

No, Miss Appleton was something special, that was for sure, and Tim was glad that he and Bennie had chosen her for their little experiment. She would make a perfect subject!

"Well, you see, Miss Appleton…" Tim began, then hesitated. He would have to make this turn out just right for his purposes.

"Yes, Tim? Yes?" Alice was anxious to hear something, anything from the boy that would help restore her faith in him.

"I… uh… Well, none of the paintings and stuff turned me on enough to write about them."

Miss Appleton was genuinely worried. "But… that's just not possible!" she declared. "A boy so sensitive… so…"

"My stepmother always said, art is bunk!" Tim was stealing it from something he'd learned in history. It was Henry Ford's infamous remark that "history is bunk". Actually old Carolyn had never opened her mouth to either one of the boys about a subject as lofty as art, and Tim had no idea what his father's ex-wife thought about the subject. His statement produced exactly the right effect, however, for Miss Appleton replied, "Why, you poor boy… I… I mean… Didn't I read in your record that your father is, uh, no longer married to… uh… your stepmother?"

"Yeah, they got divorced just a little bit ago… that's when we came to this school!" Tim guessed what Miss Appleton was thinking, and he was quite accurate.

Poor children… no decent guidelines. What kind of woman must their stepmother have been? And now to have no one at all. I've been neglecting my job. Tim and Bennie both need special care… special attention and guidance. Such bright boys… but undoubtedly there are other areas in which their education has been lacking. Why, I might be able to influence these boys so that they go on and do great things.

By the time Tim left Miss Appleton, it had been all arranged that he and Bennie were to have private tutoring sessions with their English teacher twice a week during their usual study hour.

Tim rushed to the cafeteria where he found Bennie in line for the early lunch shift.

"She bought it! We're in!" he declared to his identical twin.

"Great, we'll activate the formula this afternoon!" Bernie was enthusiastic, and his heart pounded in his chest as he stood in line for the luncheon of Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes and peas that was offered by the school that day.

Without speaking another word about it over their lunch, each twin knew that the other was thinking about the manner in which their father's ex-wife had reacted to the first crude version of the "formula" they made, using a recipe they'd found in one of her erotic books.

There was no doubt about the success of their own primitive aphrodisiac, as the still smoldering memories of each boy were enough to spur them on to a more perfected version, a perfect formula, in short!

Later on they passed Mr. Boyse in the hall. "Going to the lab, boys?" he inquired.

"Yes, Mr. Boyse, we still have some notes to take on our experiment."

"Great, boys, that's just fine! One day you'll be great scientists."

"Maybe, Mr. Boyse!"

Ed Boyse looked down at the two serious faces that were upturned to his. Such dedication he read in their eyes. "Perhaps, one day you'll do me the great honor of letting me in on the details of your current experiment!" the thirty-three year old chemistry teacher said with a smile.

The boys retreated down the hall, and Tim waved back at their congenial teacher. "Maybe someday we will, Mr. Boyse!" he called.

The next afternoon, Alice brought to school her big beautiful Skira art books, and she'd already marked out several sections that she planned to discuss with Tim and Bennie. She knew that she was correct in planning these little special sessions for both of the twins because of Bennie's paper. Why it was almost worse than no paper at all! The boy said such disparaging things about the masterpiece they'd seen that day in the museum that it was clear he needed some guidance.

The pretty dark-haired teacher sat in the empty study room, at one of the small desk seats designed for the students. They were all in a row and connected to one another in a pattern that stretched back, filling the entire room. When not used for study, this room was used as a small lecture hall and sometimes movies were shown there rather than in the larger auditorium. Alice was looking forward to seeing the boys even though she'd already seen them earlier that morning in English class. But this was different… more meaningful, really, and she felt the odd little lift to her spirits that made her feel more alive, more vital than usual.

When at last the door opened and the two blond youths walked in, Alice was surprised to feel her blood racing in her veins. They were such handsome children, and she in a sense represented their salvation. Much later they would go out into the world as much more complete human beings, as men, because of her tutoring.

"We brought you a present, Miss Appleton!" Tim and Bennie chorused as they approached Alice's seat.

"Oh! How sweet," Alice cried, "An apple for the teacher… but this one is glazed isn't it?" Alice took the large bright shiny fruit and turned it in her palm. Little tears of gratitude formed in her eyes. Obviously the boys realized what she was trying to do for them.

"Yes, we glazed it ourselves, Miss Appleton, in the kitchen. The cook let us."

"What enterprising children… uh, I mean, young men!" Alice said, placing the apple on her arm rest.

"But aren't you going to eat it?" Bennie asked, his blue eyes wide.

"Why… uh why yes, of course. Now you boys sit down… one on either side of me. I've brought some books for us to look at. I'm sure you'll find them fascinating as I do. My, this is delicious."

The twins' eyes met triumphantly as Alice took several large bites from the specially glazed apple.

"It's a special recipe, Miss Appleton," Tim said, "Oh… what's that picture there?"

The tutoring session was going so well, that Alice felt her head swimming. The exquisitely reproduced photographs began to blur before her eyes, and sometimes she was seeing the images in triplicate. In addition the twins were crowding in close to her on either side to see the book that was spread before her, and on more than one occasion one of their small hands brushed hers as she turned the pages or as they were admiring a picture. On her right side, Miss Appleton became increasingly aware of Tim as he moved closer and closer to her, his arm pressing against hers, his soft, hairless cheek almost touching hers; while on her left side Bennie began to rub his arm slowly along the length of hers.

Abruptly, Alice stood up, letting the expensive book fall to the floor of the study hall. "Oh… I… I think I must go back to my apartment boys… I'm not feeling terribly well. Something… something seems to be wrong!"

The twins leapt to their feet and insisted upon accompanying their teacher back to her room. Students weren't normally allowed in the section reserved for faculty, but Alice's obvious pallor and the fact that her students were assisting her in a moment of malaise sufficed to satisfy the one guard they encountered, who was in reality a kind of glorified switchboard operator.

Alice was grateful for the boys' help, for she was not at all certain of herself. For one thing she kept getting hot and cold flashes and then there was the blurred vision. A strange and ominous tingling had gotten hold of her arms and legs, and on her high heels her numbed feet would have made many false steps had it not been for her solicitous students. When finally they arrived at a dark corridor and Miss Appleton indicated that the door to her apartment was at the end of it, she attempted to persuade them to leave, but they were not easily put off. Tim and Bennie insisted upon seeing her safely in.

"I… I'll be fine boys I just have to lie down… right now!" Alice stumbled forward into the small living room with its walls lined with books, and fell upon the studio couch that pulled out into a bed. Her dark hair had become unraveled and the deep blue of her dress contrasted pleasantly with the plaid bedspread as the boys stood eagerly by.

"Are you sure there's nothing we can do for you, Miss Appleton? A glass of water… an aspirin?"

Alice lay sprawled upon the studio couch, painfully aware that the boys were watching her in this disheveled state, and embarrassed that she did not seem to be able to get up. Her heart pounded and palpitated, and the tingling that had begun in her hands and feet was spreading rapidly to the rest of her body. At first the tips of her breasts, and then the dark silky triangle hidden high between her thighs were the recipients of the insane tingling. It was all she could do at first to stop from touching herself to ease the irrepressible sensations that were overcoming her. And then the pretty dark-haired teacher knew that she could no longer hold out. She would go stark raving crazy in a moment if she didn't do something! In a sudden burst of energy that frightened her two prize pupils, Alice jumped up, running toward them, her eyes with a dazed expression of incomprehension.

"OUT, OUT!" she cried, "You've got to get out!" Furiously she pushed at them, and the boys, try as they might to resist, found themselves forcibly evicted from their teacher's apartment.

"But… but…" they stammered, but it was no use. The effects of the formula within her system were only beginning and although strong, Alice's sense of the propriety was at the moment still strong enough to protect her from the curious stares of the scheming thirteen year olds. Standing outside in the dark hallway, Tim and Bennie felt completely defeated. How on earth were they going to find out the results of their experiment if they couldn't be around to see that was going on?

Bennie's hand ran along the length of his hard-swollen penis, and he saw Tim do the same as his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness.

"Maybe we can see in, the keyhole!" Tim suggested hopefully, and he bent down to look. The keyhole did afford a glimpse into the brightly lighted apartment, and Tim could even see a portion of the studio couch inside.

"But I don't see Miss Appleton anywhere!" he said aloud to Bennie.

"Probably doing it to herself in the bathroom!" Bennie offered by way of explanation. He wanted to do it to himself right now too, the way he felt. It was a terrible disappointment, getting all excited like that and then being locked out! Neither he nor Bennie had known that splendid sensation of a woman's softly clinging cunt since the last time they'd made love with their father's wife right in her own bedroom. That had sure been something!

Tim continued to stare through the keyhole, hoping for a glimpse of Miss Appleton at some point anyway. Bennie spoke softly to his brother while he kept watch.

"Remember old Carolyn, Tim? Remember how it was fucking her?"

"Yeah, sure," Tim replied. "But I'll bet Miss Appleton's even better!"

"Yeah, Alice has class… old Carolyn was a nowhere chick!"

"Too bad we had to get rid of her, but it was really for Dad's sake as well as ours!" Tim mused.

There was still no sight of Alice through the keyhole, but both boys had begun to massage their lustfully aching young penises in an attempt to soothe their emotions. Just thinking of how they had tricked their former stepmother, by putting some of their more primitive formula into her toothpaste was making them even more excited than before.

"Yeah, Dad didn't like her trying to get us to fuck her, did he?" Bennie said softly. Up and down his hand rubbed harder and harder as he leaned against the door to steady himself as the rising tide of desire took hold.

"If only he knew that we'd already fucked her… but good!"

"Hah!"

"HEY!" Tim suddenly cried. "I see her… cripes… she's stark naked… what a pair of tits… what a…!"

"Lemme see… lemme see too…" Bennie crowded against his brother, but was prevented from seeing anything by a deep voice that suddenly spoke behind them.

"Who's there?" Heavy footsteps approached, and the boys were soon standing and trying to look as innocent as possible under the circumstances when Mr. Boyse appeared out of the dimness.

"Uh… good afternoon Mr. Boyse," the boys gulped.

"Why, what are you boys doing here?" Ed Boyse asked. "Don't you know you aren't allowed in this section?"

"Why, yes," Tim began. "We… uh."

"Miss Appleton wasn't feeling very well, so we helped her to get back here," Bennie added.

"Not feeling well?" Ed Boyse thought about how fine Alice had looked when he'd seen her earlier in the day. He'd thought he'd stop by to borrow a book, just so that he could get to see her again, in fact, and perhaps talk to her a little, break down some of that frigid reserve of hers.

"Well, you boys run along. I'll just check and see if there's anything I can do for her!" The chemistry teacher was thinking that he knew precisely what he'd like to do for Alice Appleton, and that was probably precisely what she needed too!

"I said run along now, boys!" For some reason, Ed wanted the boys to leave before he knocked on Alice's door. Probably because he didn't feel like being a teacher just then, after all, he was in the faculty wing and he had completed all his classes for that day. He was a "civilian" now, so to speak.

Tim and Bennie hesitated for as much longer as they dared and then reluctantly turned to walk back down the hall.

"And by the way, boys… you left the cover off your guinea pigs this morning. Got to watch that kind of thing, you know!" One last reminder that they were lowly students in the faculty wing and the boys hurried away from Mr. Boyse's sight.