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

CHAPTER FOUR

Miss Appleton was not seen for several days and the substitute teacher was not nearly as pretty as she. Tim and Bennie began to grow restless. Perhaps something had gone wrong with the formula. Perhaps Miss Appleton was seriously ill. They knew that she would have had no recurrent action from the formula, not after the last one, the drug working itself away after a period of roughly twenty-four hours.

It was difficult to decide what to do, and the boys finally asked Mr. Boyse after chemistry class if he had spoken with the pretty English teacher.

"Miss Appleton? Oh yes, boys, she'll be up and about pretty soon. Bad touch of flu from what I understand." He himself had visited Alice earlier in the day, and she'd told him that she would attend the school picnic as planned if the splendid fall weather held. Ed Boyse refrained from telling the boys that Alice had refused to let him in the door, that in fact, she purported to loathe him for taking advantage of what she called her "illness" of the other day.

"Thanks, Mr. Boyse. You know things just don't seem the same without Miss Appleton."

"You're right about that, she certainly does add something by her presence among us." And I'd sure like to get a taste of that tight little ass of hers again too, he thought to himself, trying to figure out just how he could arrange it. Her illness indeed! he chortled to himself as he returned to the classroom to put away the experiment he'd been showing his class that day.

Tim and Bennie returned to their shared dorm room. That morning they would join the other boys outdoors for the picnic. Already as they lay resting upon their beds, the twins could hear the excited sounds of the other boys as they got ready to go outside. But other things were on their minds as they wondered whether or not Miss Appleton would appear.

As the time drew near, Tim started changing into his jeans and sneakers and sweatshirt, and Bennie followed suit. "We'd better take a dose of the formula along just in case," Tim muttered, while he tied the last knot of his sneaker.

"Yes… Alice may need a little of the hair of the dog!"

The California weather was splendid and some 350 boys spread over the hillside behind the private school, yelling and shouting and laughing at their freedom from the comparatively dreary walls of the classrooms and dorms. All the boys had a gym class every day, and some of the seniors got to have special sports privileges. There was a school football team and in spring a baseball team, badminton, tennis and field hockey as well as volley ball were practiced. Now at various spots some of these sports could be seen taking place, and later on there would be relay races and the broad jump and running jump competitions. The picnic lunch, provided by the school kitchen, would be brought out after the heat of the games, and consumed at long wooden tables set up for that purpose down by the little creek that bordered the vast school property.

Tim and Bennie wandered despondently from game to game, greeting the boys with whom they were friendly, and being greeted by their teachers, all of whom admired the twin honor students. Mr. Boyse was in charge of organizing the three-legged race, and the twins wandered past him without speaking. They felt slightly resentful that the best benefits of their experiment had gone to their chemistry teacher, especially when it looked as though they might never get another chance to complete their "study".

Just when things looked at their grimmest, and the despondent thirteen year old's were sitting at the top of a slope, hugging their knees and balefully surveying the joyful explosion of students, they spotted a familiar figure across the field. Automatically the twins jumped to their feet, as they watched the somberly attired Miss Appleton making her way through the cavorting students. They saw her avoid Mr. Boyse by several feet and continue walking toward the tennis lawn. The English teacher had been posted as one of the judges, and she had already missed one of the games, so she hurried along in her sensible brown loafers.

Even from where they sat the thirteen year olds could see that Alice Appleton was not herself. Instinctively Tim felt in his pocket for the small vial of formula he and his brother had prepared. Somehow that day the boys knew that they would find a way to administer it to their favorite teacher and subject. If they were successful this time it would be the last time, for they were uncertain of the long range effects of the formula on humans. Their guinea pigs were still thriving, but who knew what might happen with a real live human being, such as Miss Appleton?

Alice Appleton smiled wanly as she left the judge's stand. The picnic lunch was coming up, and Alice was glad. She hadn't been eating very well at all during the days of her illness. But now for the first time she was hungry and looking forward to eating something. She had been examined by the school doctor who had told her in essence that California was very hard hit at the moment by the London flu, and that it took various forms and sometimes lasted for a period of two weeks. He recommended complete bed rest, and aspirin, since antibiotics were not effective against the flu.

By the time the doctor had left her, Alice was almost convinced that it was the flu… the flu, of course, combined with her odd mental state. Somehow the combination must have had disastrous effects upon her nervous system. Yet there was one good thing, if it could be called that. At least Alice had finally admitted to herself her great loneliness. Something would have to be done so that she never ever had another of those terrible "lapses"! She had done a lot of reading while confined to her apartment, most of it in the field of psychiatry and psychoanalysis. She'd read countless case histories, and in one case, somewhat similar to her own, the patient had been restored to full health by a lasting and permanent relationship with a new man.

For the first time Alice admitted to herself that she did not want to find someone, and that the only way that would happen would be through a defrosting of her attitude toward everyone she met!

The primary thing that concerned Miss Appleton however was the effect her erotic spell that day under the stairs might have had upon Tim and Bennie Larsen. And it was out of concern for them, that she made a specific effort to maintain her sanity and her self-assurance. No matter what happened, she must talk to the boys and try her best to negate the shameful actions that had taken place outside the school cafeteria! And if she felt that the boys needed some kind of special psychiatric treatment because of her, Miss Appleton was prepared to sacrifice her career to make sure that their lives weren't permanently ruined.

Therefore, it was with a great sense of anticipation that Alice went to the picnic ground, for she hoped to run into Tim and Bennie there.

She was not disappointed, for midway between her first and second bite of a double cheeseburger, the blond twins rushed up to her with effusive greetings.

"I'm glad to see you too, boys…" Alice admitted, although she did not add that she had felt a disturbing sensation within the first sight of the attractive young teenagers. "I must talk with you, boys! I'm sure you must want to talk with me too!" she added.

"We sure do!" Tim declared, and he and Bennie stared at Alice's face with such open and unabashed admiration, that the dark-haired teacher had to blush and turn her eyes away.

"There… there must be someplace quiet where we can go," she said softly. Why did she feel so much confusion, when she'd already thought this out so carefully in her mind? Something about the mere presence of the slender adolescents was disturbing.

"We know a place!"

The principal of the school, Mr. Armstrong, was addressing a group of seniors when Miss Appleton and her two prize pupils strolled by. Brad Armstrong watched their progress without seeming to take his mind off what he was saying to the students. Qualities like these had helped put him in his present position of authority.

Brad was happy to see Miss Appleton up and about again, and once more he congratulated himself on having hired the good-looking English teacher. It was hopeless, of course, to think that anything could ever happen between Alice Appleton and himself. Then on the other hand, he had felt the same way some years before about his faithful secretary Miss Worthington. She had certainly come around, even if it had taken six years to melt down her initial reserve.

There was always hope, Mr. Armstrong decided as Alice's shapely figure disappeared down the sloping grassy hill. The main element was time, he reminded himself, time and his own persuasive personality. These were two things in which the older man had the utmost confidence.

"And so as I was saying young men. It's faith in yourself that will carry you ahead in this world. Yes… it will take you wherever you want to go!"

But many members of the group of six boys had also noticed Miss Appleton walking by. Most of them had had her in their earlier English classes, and many of them talked about her whenever the opportunity arose. It wasn't difficult pretending they were hanging on Mr. Armstrong's every word while watching the provocative sway of the pretty twenty-three year old instructor's hips as she moved past and away from the group.

When finally the principal's attention had been diverted, and he wandered away, Jack "Champ" Ribozo grinned lewdly at the others, "Did I ever tell you about the time Miss Appleton came on to me?"

"Naw… aw… go on, Champ… What a loud mouth!"

"A lot of hot air!"

"Go on… tell us about it!"

The boys gathered around. Slim and Teddy and Jerry, freckle-faced Tom and Mel. Even though they knew Champ was lying, they all wanted to hear a good story about Miss Appleton. It wouldn't be the first one he'd told, and many of them had enjoyed themselves much later far into the night in their own beds, remembering and pretending that it had happened to them.

"She comes up to me, see…" Champ was bigger and stronger than the others, in fact, no one would have taken him for just a high school senior because of his height and muscular build. Yet Champ was only eighteen and although not a sterling student, a fine athlete who had helped the football team immensely.

"Where?" Slim asked, a classic expression of disbelief on his face.

"After class one day… this was last year, you know. And she says to me, you know in that sweet voice of hers. 'Jack…? Would you mind staying a bit after class? I have some things I'd like you to help me with.'"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah… that's what she said. But I could tell right off just by the look in her eye… that she didn't have just any old thing on her mind… if you know what I mean!"

"So what happened? Get on with it, Champ!"

"So she's got me carting these book boxes, right? Putting them in the closet. And then when I'm straightening up after the last one and we're in the big closet, she comes up to me and starts running her hands over my muscles and saying things like how strong I am and all that shit! And then she starts rubbing on my cock… and man I've got a raging hard-on you can't believe!"

"Wow!"

Champ was warming to his story. He knew he had his audience right where he wanted them, and the attention fed his enormous ego to perfection. The red-headed boy took a deep breath and continued, squatting on his haunches in the middle of a circle of fascinated teenagers.

"Well, first thing I know she takes it out… zip… pop! Just like that!"

"Far out!"

"You bet it was! And then she's looking at it like she's never seen one before, and she's holdin' it and touchin' it like she's seen plenty! Before I could say a word she'd down on her knees poppin' it in her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop!"

"Wow… Miss Appleton gave you head!"

"Shit, I wish she'd blow me!"

"Man, she was puffing and blowing and she just wouldn't quit. I'm holding onto the closet door for dear life, and feeling like the top of my head's gonna go any minute!"

"Did you cum? Did you cream in her mouth?"

"What happened next?"

"Did I cum! Well, she kept making all these little cooing noises and her tongue was all slippery and her mouth was wide and wet and DID I CUM?! She had it drooling out of both sides of her mouth, and she was gulping and swallowing like she couldn't get enough of it, and at the end I had to push her head away… you know… like it was getting too much!"

The circle of boys was quiet now, all of them breathing heavily as they waited for some kind of punch line.

"What'd she do then?"

"Well, this is the part you've got to hear. She says to me, still on her knees… looking up at me with those big blue eyes… she says, 'Oh Jack, how I'd like to have it inside me'!"

"Did ya do it?"

"Naw… just then somebody comes into the room and we have to act like nothing was happening. I didn't get inside her till later one…"

"Tell about it!"

Champ appeared to be thinking, trying to come up with an even more salacious fib, when he spotted Tim and Bennie Larsen, clad in their identical blue T-shirts and genuinely faded jeans and sneakers. The boys were hurrying toward the refreshment stand it seemed, and Champ suddenly got an idea.

"Say… I'll bet she was down there fooling around with those creepy twins!"

"Aw come on, Champ, you got to be kidding!"

But Champ thought it might be fun anyway to go find Miss Appleton, especially after all the things he'd said about her. He'd just chat a little bit in front of the other boys, and then afterward, he'd turn anything she might have said into something dirty. Rubbing his large ham-like hand over the prominent bulge in his pants, Champ led the way down the hillside toward the thicket he'd seen Miss Appleton and the twins go to.