Simone Suchler - An adolescent affair

Now that Cortone was returning to give another of his semi-annual lectures, Jo Ann was hearing strange things, and not from the kids, either. It seemed Cortone was somewhat oversexed, and Miss Selden, the female teacher who had gone with him, had described, in glowing terms the wonderful night she had spent with the man, to some other female teachers.

She had done all the describing in the first-floor girl's bathroom. The teachers had gone in there for a quick smoke following the last class, and Miss Selden, a short, somewhat pudgy brunette, had told three other female teachers about what a blast she'd had with the lecturer. She told the others he had latched onto her because she'd had such a baby face, and the man had this fetish for young girls, though he was too smart to try anything with an underaged girl.

The Colton Inn was a large, lavish motel famous for its discretion more than anything else. Joe Cortone stayed there whenever he came to Colton because no one ever asked questions.

Everyone winked when the Colton Inn was mentioned, and young girls were warned to stay away from it. Until recently, Jo Ann had been unable to understand why. Now she knew if she were to go near the place, if she moved carefully she stood a good chance of not being seen, if only because just about everyone there didn't want to be seen, and as a result stayed in their rooms for the most part.

After telling her parents she was going to the library to study, Jo Ann, at six-thirty, following a decent dinner, left her home and took the bus into downtown Colton. Once there, she walked carefully to the motel, and after making fairly certain she wasn't seen, she moved to the rear of the motel, found the steps, went up to the fourth level, and went looking for room four-forty-four. She found it with no trouble and listened with her ear pressed to the door for a moment. Nothing! But then, the rooms were fairly soundproof.

She knocked and waited. A moment later, the door opened, and there was Joe Cortone. He was in his undershirt and had his pants on, and had just finished washing his face. He had a towel pressed to it for a moment and murmured, "Yeah," before pulling the towel down and seeing Jo Ann.

Then he said, "You gotta be one of them high school kids. Whyn't you wait until I give my lecture before you start hounding me for autographs, honey. But come on in, and I'll give it to you, anyway."

Jo Ann walked in and realized she had grown some since he had been here last, because he didn't look quite as tall as before. The door swung shut automatically, and she watched him in the dim lamp of the room as he looked for some paper and a pen. He had dark-brown, straight hair, a long nose, a small mustache, but all in all was a good-looking man, and more important, she realized he was a sexy man.

"You got a pen?" he asked.

"I didn't come here for an autograph," she told him, looking around the room, noting it had two large double-beds in it, the usual washstand beneath the wide mirror outside the bathroom.

"Yeah? Why'd you come?" he wanted to know. "Better tell me in a hurry, 'cause I got a date and she'll be here soon."

"Not if you're waiting for Kathy Selden," she replied, and he looked at her through narrowed eyes.

"How do you know?" he asked.

"I overheard Miss Selden talking to some other teachers," she replied. "She said she already had a date for tonight, and she had no intention of breaking it just because you waltzed into town and snapped your fingers for her,"

"Hell!" he muttered, putting a shirt on a hanger back into the closet. "That screws up tonight."

"Not necessarily," she told him.

"Huh?"

"I'm here," she told him.

"Hey, come on, you're just a kid."

"I'm old enough," she insisted.

"I'm not gonna take you out in plain sight of everyone here," he snapped, "I didn't come here for you to take me out," she insisted.

"Oh?" he asked.

"I came here to ball, if you're man enough," she taunted.

"Hey, what the hell are you talkin' about?" he asked. "You're just a kid. You think I'm gonna let myself get trapped with some jailbait? Forget it!"

"No one's trying to trap you," the girl insisted. "You're out for a good time and so am I. No one else knows I'm here. Besides, I need money,"

"Yeah? So you say. How do I know it's true?"

"Gee, I don't know what I can do to prove it to you," she shrugged.

"How'd you find out about where I was staying?" he snapped. "I didn't tell anyone except… "

"Miss Selden," Jo Ann volunteered. "And she promptly told the other teachers, and I overheard it all."

"Yeah, well if that's the case, someone else might've overheard it, too. Sorry, kid, I ain't takin' no chances."

"Don't take chances," the girl shrugged. "There are more than a dozen motels just outside the town-proper. Why not drive there with me. You'll have a chance to see if anyone's following you while you drive, and believe me, there's no way the police can have every motel room around staked out."

Cortone looked at her and realized she was one smart cookie for such a young kid. He finally nodded, saying, "Okay, kid, we'll do it your way." After all, he had nothing to lose driving around with her in his car, making certain they weren't tailed. If she was telling him the truth, he'd get his rocks off with the kid. Why not?"

They went to his car after he had slipped on a shirt and jacket. He looked furtively around, was able to see no one, and once they were driving, he stared in the rearview mirror, but saw no cars on his tail. He wound in and out of streets quickly, but carefully, not wanting to attract police attention.

"Stop worrying about the police," she murmured, snuggling against him as he drove. "Just think about what you're going to do between my legs once the two of us get into bed."

Her warm thigh pressed shamelessly against that of the older man. Her hand reached out and felt the rock-hardness of his cock, a cock at the very equal to that of Dr. Joseph. She felt it trying to burst through the seams of his jeans.

By the time they reached one of the out-of-town motels, about five minutes on the outskirts, Cortone was finding it all but impossible to steer the car. The girl continued teasing him between his own thighs, her hand and fingers working relentlessly. He had protested, half-heartedly, that his concentration was being disrupted when she had brazenly unzipped his fly, worming her small hand inside, toying expertly with the hardness of his exposed cock.

In tortured confusion he had parked as fast as possible behind the motel as she had stroked and fondled him at will, whispering words in his ear calculated to keep him stiff. He awkwardly had to stuff his erection back in his pants.

"It'd save us time if you'd just leave it out," Jo Ann giggled.

He jumped from the car, ran to the registration office, and two minutes later was back with another key. Once they were in the motel room, an exact duplicate of the one where he had been staying, he took the time to appraise her once again under the dim light. If he was going to fuck this kid, and he decided he was, he wanted to get the most out of it. He was certain she'd probably be a fabulous fuck.

The girl undid her blouse and pulled it open. There was no brassiere underneath, and he had a chance to see her firm, small breasts, breasts with rich, pink pointed nipples that beckoned to him.

Content there was no way he would be trapped, Joe Cortone became more confident, and filled with more energy. He felt as if he were participating in, and watching a stag movie, all at the same time. It was almost unreal to see this young girl, younger than any female he had ever previously fucked, offering herself to him. He knew he would shortly be burying his throbbing cock in the depths of her young belly.