Unknown - High School Scandals

Yet he thought he saw something in the artistically slanted eyes of Susan Lee, the golden skinned Korean girl. Susan was only fifteen years old, a year ahead of her age bracket in school, very bright and studious. She was also neatly stacked, with high, firm tits and flashing legs.

Then there was Blythe Jackson, moving now to the pencil sharpener; he already knew. most of her vital stats five feet three inches tall, 97 pounds, a platinum blonde with pale blue eyes, with skin like rosy silver, dusted ever so lightly, with cream. Blythe flaunted it when she walked, rolling her hips to the primal rhythm of a secret tom-tom.

And what had Kathy said about the pad they rented out on the outskirts of town?

He didn’t remember hearing her mention how many of the kids were in on it, but there was undoubtedly a goodly percentage. Girls and boys alike, he thought, and this piqued his interest further, as he wondered who was screwing whom.

Dallas grinned to himself as he thought that they were probably changing around quite often.

He found himself staring at Kathy, and she merely blinked at him, then turned her attention back to her book of poetry. Was the girl ignoring him. Dallas knew a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He sure as hell didn’t want these beautiful kids cutting him out of their lives now; they had turned his own life into something new, exciting, made it worthwhile.

When the bell rang, he halfway expected Kathy to linger at his desk, but when she passed by, he looked for Angel. The black girl swung on through the door without a backward look, her fine little ass bobbing tantalizingly. Dallas sighed and closed his book, then started to tidy his desktop. He glanced up to see a boy slide a folded note across to him. His eyes followed the kid from the room. Joey Nottingham, tall and deceptively lean, was one hell of a defensive end on the school varsity. Joey was also black.

Kids yelled and laughed in the hall as Dallas unfolded the note to scan it.

“Meet us at the pad,” the note read, “but be careful; leave your bug in front of your house, walk around back and Joey will pick you up in his car. Like eight o’clock, darling. Oh, P.S.: Daddy has hired a private detective to watch you, and there just might be a fink in the class, and that’s why we’re putting you down. But we’ll make up for it tonight.”

Dallas shook his head, and read the note again, more slowly this time. It still said the same things, and the fact that stood out was that Craig Collins had hired someone to watch everything Dallas Bradburn did. That was going to make It exceedingly rough for him to continue his swinging association with the kids; he’d have to be damned careful, every move he made, and his telephone…

Tearing the note into tiny strips, he scattered its confetti throughout his wastebasket, feeling like some kind of secret agent, feeling more than a little pissed off.

Leaving his office behind, he looked in his box at the mail center, fully expecting some directive from the principal. His box was empty, and he thought that Kingston might be backing off, after that little hassle with the coach.

But possibly Kingston knew of the private eye following Dallas, and was simply awaiting developments Dallas glanced around the empty cubicle, expecting to see some visible sign of a net closing in. Grinning he carried his briefcase down the corridors now almost emptied of students, and made his way across the parking lot to his VW.

Nobody else seemed to be in sight, which was a little strange at this time of day when teachers ought to be hurrying home.

He was just opening the car door when she came around the hood of the station wagon parked nearby. “Dallas-oh, Dallas! May I speak with you?”

The biology teacher, the clinical lady who used better English than the English teacher; he straightened up and watched her approach. Selena Johnstone, neat and tidy as ever, not a hair out of place, the practical suit she wore without a wrinkle, but for all of that, she looked pretty good. Or maybe because of all that, he thought; it was possible he wasn’t one of those guys who wanted a woman all plastic and shiny, just so he could muss her. Only, mussing Selena had been a problem, so he’d stopped trying.

“Dallas, I’m glad I caught you. I’ve been wanting to talk with you, and-must we stand out here? May we sit in your car?”

He nodded. “Sure,” and didn’t go around to the other side and open that door of the VW for her. He didn’t do it because he had always done it, and because she expected it of him now.

Selena waited, a fraction of a moment, then strode around and climbed in, without even a disapproving glance at him. When he sat down, she said, “Dallas-you’re too intelligent to get yourself into something like this. Next year, the university has an opening for an English professor, and by persisting in this-this ridiculous behavior, you won’t even be considered for it.”

He pursed his lips and wished that she didn’t have such good, long legs. “You have advance information? Yeah, I guess so; if the stick doesn’t work, try the carrot. But you know what? I like these kids; I dig them. I think I’ll be teaching them next year, and the year after that, if I decide to.”

She made an exasperated sound. “The faculty is having a meeting right now, Dallas; only you and I have been excluded, and I’m a messenger. The rest of the teachers are considering what to do about you. Your contemporaries, Dallas-your peers.”

“Mostly, just my acquaintances,” he said. “You’re the only friend I have among them, Selena.” It was funny to look her over, he thought, for him to see her tits through her blouse and the crisp curling of her pubic hair through her skirt, and not to be excited.

Selena had a great body, all sweeps and ripe valleys, but she used it-or allowed it to be used with such detachment that he felt, she had never really been involved with their screwing. She was still a technical virgin, he thought, and wondered If she had ever come.

She said, “You can have a future, Dallas. I saw that in you immediately, and I thought we could make a fine team of teachers and we still can, dear-If you simply listen to reason. Or to me, as a woman who loves you.”

It was the first time she’d said love, he thought; In all their couplings, through all their properly positioned fuckings, neither of them had ever said:

I love you. He now decided that wasn’t so strange; they didn’t love each other now, and never had.

“Selena,” he said, “would you go down on me?”

Her eyes went wide behind her rimless glasses.

“W-what did you say?”

“I said would you go down on me; give me head, suck me off, give oral sex?”

Her hands clenched on her knees, the knuckles turning pale. “Of course not.

That’s a terrible thing to say. Are you sober, Dallas? Or perhaps you’ve going all the way with this identity thing, and smoking pot, too.”

He said softly, “I never ate you, either. I never thought about it.”

Her eyes flashed at him. “Are you going to harp on such-such perversion? Maybe I never really understood you, Dallas. But I’m willing to forget this nonsense and try again.”

“Providing,” he said, “I get a haircut and shave my moustache and genuflect to our own little Mecca, twice daily and without fail.”

Selena said, “It’s not like that at all. You’re twisting things.”

“Oh shit,” he said. “I’m going home, Selena. May I drop you anywhere?”

Swiftly, she ducked out of the car. “I’m genuinely sorry, Dallas.”

He only shrugged, abut when he was driving away, said softly, “I’m not sorry at all.” He said it softly and late because there was no sense in hurting Selena Johnstone; she had already done enough damage to herself.