Jackson Robard: Sex-education class

"Oh? Miss your ride?"

"I told 'Knuckles' not to save room for me in his brother's car, because my ma was supposed to pick me up. Now I found out she ain't coming, and it's a long way to walk. Gee, if you'd only drive me as far as your rooming house, that'd be a help, since you live over half the way to my place. Would you, Miss Frazer? Huh, would you?"

Joan stiffened at his request, sensing the hard-won control of a few minutes already faltering. In spite of herself, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flitting suddenly through her stomach, and she blinked her eyes shut, trying not to allow the still smoldering embers of the fire the sex film had lit within her to grow any more heated. She realized haplessly that any wrong move could suddenly fan those glowing coals of passion into a roaring inferno that would consume her and whoever was with her at the time.

Yet what excuse could she possibly use to decline this handsome young boy's request? Montock was such a small town, that there simply was no way of hiding a curt brush-off behind a phony excuse. Wayne would see right through it, and she knew he'd be hurt and possibly hate her for the unexplainable lie. For some reason she still didn't fathom, young Wayne had been very cooperative in her class, contrary to his behavior in some of the others, and she hated to upset the delicate balance that had been struck so far. Moreover, she intuitively knew that one of the reasons she hadn't been as bothered as she could have been by Mr. Agnew Harrison Conroy and his Concerned Parents group was due to Wayne's talking down of the sex education class while at home. To repulse the boy and turn him against her could open up a nightmarish Pandora's box of harassment and eventual ruination.

"Of… course, Wayne," she said, licking her lips with the tip of her moist tongue. "I'll be glad to…"

Joan owned a banged-up old Volkswagen beetle, and when she and Wayne got into it moments later, it was impossible not to become aware of their closeness. She set her mind on the task of driving, however, vowing not to let his nearness affect her any more than it was already. She could feel tiny tendrils of lurid excitement creeping unwontedly through her body as it was, tingling involuntarily up from between her aching secretion-moistened loins, and she struggled with all of her strength to maintain her outward composure. Miserably, Joan realized that not until she was in her apartment and Wayne was safely out of sight and on his way home, would she be truly able to regain control again over her sensually-aroused emotions.

For a small town, Montock had quite a number of people crowding the small "down-town" main street, and Joan had to swerve violently once as an unthinking lady driver suddenly cut her off. Young Wayne Conroy was thrown against her in spite of the bucket seats, and she gasped with a startled cry as the rounded firmness of her breasts brushed against the developing muscles of his shoulder and chest. His touch made the older woman all that more conscious of the virile youth's presence, more than the forced laughter and desultory conversation they'd indulged in since leaving the school grounds. Alone with the boy and without the interruptions of class duties and other students, she was discovering that Wayne was a rather bright, quick-witted teenager, and despite what she had promised herself, a rapport between them was rapidly establishing itself. By the time she parked the small car in front of her rooming house, Joan Frazer was almost sad to see Wayne leave.

There was a long silence of almost embarrassing proportions as the lovely brunette teacher and her handsome young student stood on the cracked sidewalk in front of the house. Joan was mortified by the way she was finding herself tongue-tied, and as she continued to look at Wayne, she tried desperately to stifle the strange nervousness she felt growing within her. There was the same something about the boy that there had been about little Tommy Hotchkiss back in Dayton and all the other youngsters before him – and it was more than simply a broad-shouldered and leanly muscular young virility. It was as if there was a compelling magnetism between her and the boy, an undeniable "animal attraction" that was wickedly forcing them together no matter what precautions she could take.

"Ahhh, gee, Mrs. Frazer, thanks a lot for the ride," Wayne finally managed to say to her. "Gosh, do you think that… that…" His stammering grew until at last he blurted: "I mean, it's an awful hot day for April, and I'm mighty thirsty. I don't have any money, and I was hoping maybe you could let me have a glass of water before I go."

"Well, Wayne, I think that…" Joan said slowly, unable to make her mind function properly as she felt the boy's eyes gazing immodestly over her thinly clad body. His eyes were almost a solid touch upon her flesh, and they seemed to roam at will up and down from her high, rounded breasts to the full, inviting curves of her buttocks and thighs. No! Tell him to go away! a portion of her mind screamed at her, tell him no before it's too late!

But a savage thrill ran through the heatedly aroused young teacher's body as she watched his unconscious staring at her lush, lightly-covered form. She could feel a slight tremor of response up between her inner thighs as she realized that she was hopelessly gripped with an insane temptation to reach out and stroke the young boy's face in return. It was horrible, she told herself; it was degrading and perverted, and she had to stop herself! Yet in spite of her revulsion at her own animal lustings, Joan was unwillingly becoming more and more aroused by the minute.

"Yes," she said softly to the youth. "Yes, you can come up to my room, Wayne." She prayed that her suddenly uncontrollable excitement was not revealed in her own trembling voice. "I have some soda-pop you can have, how's that?"

"Gee, thanks, Miss Frazer! You're a swell teacher to have!" Wayne enthused gratefully, and bounced up on the old wide porch of the rooming house.

Joan rented a small, three-room apartment on the second floor from the owner of the house, a widowed grandmother named Mrs. O'Toole. It looked out on the weed-grown back yard and the rear of Smiley's Hardware Store, and the dismal sight often depressed Joan when she'd glance out of the dirty windows. It was cramped and smelled of dry-rot, but it was furnished and the only cheap place available in Montock when she'd arrived. As usual, Mrs. O'Toole was away baby-sitting her latest grandchild, and there was no one in sight as Joan and Wayne climbed the rickety narrow stairs to the upper floor. And yet, though nobody knew Wayne was with her, and she had still not touched this delicious child, Joan Frazer had a horrible sinking feeling as she closed the door to her room that she was also sealing her fate for the rest of her life…

"The soda is in the kitchen, Wayne," she said with a gentle smile. "Why don't you sit down on the couch there and make yourself comfortable?"

"Well, are you having one, too Miss Frazer?"

"I… thought I might have a small glass of brandy instead, Wayne," Joan said, already crossing to the cabinet beside the chair. God, yes, she wanted a brandy! She had to have something to suppress her ragged nerves and help her get a better hold of herself before she went straight up through the roof! That damnable sex film… and now Wayne sitting so innocently on her couch… God, maybe she better have two drinks, and big ones at that!

"Well, gee, then I'll go get the soda," the boy said, jumping up from the couch. "Ma never lets me do anything around the house like that. Is it in the refrigerator?"

"Yes, behind the eggs," Joan replied, nodding. She watched him hurry out into the kitchen and then listened for the sound of the refrigerator door opening before taking out the nearly full bottle of brandy and a small wine glass from the cabinet. She unscrewed the top and tilted the bottle, filling the glass to its brim. The hot liquid burned all the way down to her quivering stomach, making her slightly sick until she thought of the desirable male child who was out in the kitchen, and then she lifted the glass again and swallowed the rest of it in one gulp. The warming brandy flowed instantly through her bloodstream, relaxing her and making her feel less guilty. She refilled the glass and drank again, rewarded this second time by a faint lightheadedness that swirled through her gratefully.