To me, Joan seemed to know the score, and I was positive that none of the kids her own age could possibly bring her the sexual satisfaction I instinctively knew her body must crave.To me, Joan seemed to know the score, and I was positive that none of the kids her own age could possibly bring her the sexual satisfaction I instinctively knew her body must crave. Teacher or no teacher, if I thought I could get away with it, I would do anything short of rape to be able to lick and swallow the sacred secretions that were certain to flow in abundance from that delectable Homecoming Queen's vagina. Joan was in my English class and since she wasn't doing that hot this semester, I decided to ask her to stay after school for some special tutoring. I should point out that Joan has a pleasing personality, and I had noticed many times her warm smile, which I believed was directed towards me. Once or twice we had brushed up against each other, and I can swear that I saw her nipples harden through the sheer fabric of her blouse. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, but I was almost certain she lingered just a little too long on those occasions. The heat from her body was more than I could stand. Even though I knew the risks were great, if my hunch was right, Joan wouldn't run off to complain to either her parents or the school board. My ESP told me, the perky cheerleader was ripe to try something a little bit different. Earlier in the week, I had suggested that Joan come over to my apartment to study. I told her it would be a bit more relaxed and we could get comfortable while we cracked the books. Just to be sure, I wore my sexiest clothes that day. |