Robert Vickers - Beast girl

I can't have him. Forget him.

She was terrified of weakening and calling him to come back. Her mind went back to her job.

Well, maybe I'll get hired somewhere else for next year, if I can just stop this stupid drinking.

Laura and the class had a good morning up till recess time, and she kept her mind off Bert until then. When the children were outside and she was alone, her sense of loss came back to her, and she sat at her desk, desolate again. She needed a drink. Laura tried to shake it off, and she began to fill in some work in her badly neglected plan book.

A child wandered in from the playground. It was Bobby Ransen, a smart eleven-year-old from her class. He had a small cut on his finger, and he was trying not to cry.

"The nurse isn't in her office. What'll I do?" He shoved the dirty finger near her face.

Laura could barely see the cut because of all the grime. "Come on. I'll fix it," she said, smiling at him. They walked to the nurse's office.

After Laura washed his hands and put an antiseptic on the cut, she placed a Band-Aid on his hurt finger.

The boy stood very close to her, and Laura felt a tingling sensation in her tits and her cunt as she held his hand and put on the Band-Aid. She was startled by the intensity of her excitement, and she hated to let his hand go.

It was a frightening feeling to suddenly lust for a little child, and Laura was so upset that she almost forgot he was there. Horrible thoughts came to her mind.

I'm a sex pervert! I've read about them! No! I don't believe it! It couldn't have happened!

The boy was snooping in the nurse's cabinets, waiting for her. She jumped as she returned to reality.

"Recess is over. We'd better get back to the room."

They walked quickly back to the classroom, where a rowdy roomful of children were enjoying her absence.

I can sure tell that a sub's been here. The discipline's really gone to hell, even worse than last week. They would never have been this wild before I started missing school.

Laura was disgusted with the results of her absences, and frightened at her experience with Bobby in the nurse's office.

I hope he didn't notice that I acted any different. That's all I need-more trouble. I don't believe it! I must have imagined it. I'm going to have to find out for sure. That's the only way I can stop worrying about it.

Laura sternly called the class to order, but she was so shaken up that she couldn't remember what she had planned for the rest of the morning. With relief, she read in her plan book that they were going to watch a science program on television.

Good. I can't concentrate on teaching right now. I can't believe that I really felt that way. I'll have to prove it to myself, or I won't sleep a wink tonight.

"Bobby, would you please come up here for a moment?"

He sauntered up to her desk. "How does your finger feel?" she asked. She didn't know how to arrange this.

"Okay."

Smart boy, but no manners.

He wasn't close enough to her to make the test.

"Uh… Bobby, will you please stay after school for about five minutes? I want to check your social studies report."

"Okay. But I can't stay real long 'cause I got baseball practice."

"Oh. It won't be for long. Don't forget now."

"Okay." He was gone. She couldn't help watching him as he walked. His lithe young body was tall and graceful. His long hair was clean and curly.

A beautiful boy.

Stop that! What's the matter with you?

She shivered with fear.

Am I a sex pervert? No. It can't be. I was mistaken. I'll find out at three o'clock.

Laura had a sudden headache, and she needed a drink.

If I'm mistaken, why does my cunt still ache?

She trembled with fear.

Laura moved her class into the television room, and she turned the set on, tuned it in and shut the drapes. She sat down to take notes on the program, so that she and the class could have a discussion when the show was over.

Bobby sat two rows in front of her, slightly to one side. She saw his face and shoulders at a slight angle. Laura couldn't stop looking at him. She noticed the clear, fresh skin and the beautiful, even white teeth as he giggled with a neighbor. His hair was a dark blond.

I'll bet it was platinum when he was a baby.

The program was a fine one, but Laura couldn't keep her mind on insects. She and Bobby were both missing the show. Laura's mind was on Bobby, and his mind was on gossiping with his friend. She forced herself to take a few notes on grasshoppers, but her breath was coming very fast. She felt restless and excited, and her eyes kept returning to feast on young Bobby.

When the program was finally over, Laura turned off the set, opened the drapes and herded her noisy group back to their classroom. There wasn't much time for a long discussion, so Laura called on various children to tell what they thought were the most interesting things they had seen. Laura was so experienced that she knew how to hide her inattention during the program. She let the pupils tell her what she missed. She asked one or two questions about grasshoppers, avoiding Bobby.

Why not call on him? I would have made a point of it before! Why am I coddling him? A week ago I would have read him the riot act for gabbing during a lesson. What's the matter with me?

Laura was grateful when the morning was over. She had brought her lunch, intending to eat it in the teachers' lounge with the other teachers.

I need a drink. I can eat while I drive. I'm not even hungry. If I don't dawdle, I can get home and back in time.

Laura really lived too far away from the school to go home at lunch time. She knew she was acting like a fool, but she was very upset about her new feelings. She didn't think she could make it through the day till three o'clock without a drink.

I have to hurry.

She ran through the hall, eager to get to her car and drive home to her bar. An hour wasn't quite enough to make the trip without rushing.

Mr. Lawson was calling to her.

That's a riot! All last year I drooled over him and he ignored me. Why the sudden interest?

"Oh, Laura. Wait a second. I've wanted to ask you something for a week, but you're either too busy or you're absent."

"Hi," she answered, her mind on getting home.

"How are you feeling? I've heard that you were ill."

"I'm better now, thanks."

A few months ago I could have dropped dead and he would have walked around my body and ignored it. Why is he so interested in me now? I must have developed sex appeal. Maybe sex perverts give out rays.

Laura wasn't a bit angry with him, just uninterested.

He wasn't discouraged by the fact that she kept walking toward the parking lot. He walked right along beside her.

"I'm sort of in a hurry," she explained politely.

"I won't keep you. How about dinner Saturday night?"

She stopped dead. A year ago she would have died for that. "Uh… I think I'm busy. Can I let you know?" She didn't know what to do.

He appeared to be crestfallen. It didn't look as if Mr. Lawson had ever been refused before. He revived suddenly, because he probably didn't believe it. "Sure. I'll stop in your room at three o'clock."

"No! Please don't! I have an important conference then. I'll leave a note in your mailbox."

He looked in a state of shock, as he wasn't accustomed to anything but female adoration. Mr. Lawson was the spoiled darling of the whole school. Even the young student teachers chased after him.

What's the matter with me? I know I'm not busy Saturday night. I haven't had a date in months.

Laura's mind wasn't on him. She needed a drink.

"Okay. Can I stop in to see you tomorrow morning before class?" He gave her his most chasing personality smile. It looked like he must have practiced it in front of a mirror.