Evelyn Sinclair - Friends of the teacher

Her upbringing, her sense of honor and her love for the tender Bill came welling up, dampening the passion. Putting her hands on his shoulders and using every bit of strength she had, she closed her eyes and shoved and twisted him to one side. She caught him by surprise in his drunken stupor and he tried to grab her but it was too late and he fell off the couch and crashed to the floor on his back, his head hitting a corner of the coffee table on the way down. He fell with a crash and lay still, his eyes closed.

"Bill?" she called softly, covering her breasts and drawing her knees up as she looked down at him. "Bill, are you all right. Bill, don't play games, answer-me!" Concern made her widen her eyes and with a little cry, she slipped off the couch and knelt beside him, naked, her breasts practically hanging in his face as she bent to hear his breathing. With a sigh of relief, she pulled back one eyelid and only saw white.

Her fear made her forget she was naked and she got to her feet and ran across the room, her buttocks swaying, her breasts bouncing, as she fled to the bathroom and came back with a cold wash cloth. She knelt by him again and was startled by a loud snore coming from him. She laughed, more in relief than anything. He had simply passed out!

She sat next to him,-weak with relief, applying the cold cloth to her own forehead. She looked down at him and at his exposed penis, still half erect, sticking out of his underwear. She bent over it and examined it closely. A wild thought was in her mind, something that she wanted to do, something with her mouth, so lewd and obscene, she didn't dare give it a name. With a shudder, she pulled herself back. Only perverts and prostitutes did a thing like that.

She had put on a bathrobe and made a bed for Bill right there on the floor. He had been too big and heavy and too deeply asleep to move. She had gone to bed to toss and turn, excited by the coming morning and the night with Bill. Before she dropped into a restless exhausted sleep, she thought: I've got a lot to learn about myself.

And now, in the camper, naked, feeling again the lewd promise and thrill of that night, she pulled on a robe and stepped into shower clogs, picked up the letter, a bar of soap and a towel and stepped out of the trailer into the hot Arizona night. Above were the stars in panoramic display, slowly wheeling overhead with the Milky Way on Display, full of more stars than she could count and a luminous dust. It was so beautiful and she thought of how few stars one could see from New York City.

She stood for a moment, letting her eyes grow accustomed to the dark. The migrant worker camp was surprising to her, a lot cleaner and neater than she had expected. The workers lived with their families in little cottages with the single workers, male and female, living in separate barracks. Beth peered around, trying to get her bearings. There weren't too many lights on except for the houses and barracks because there wasn't any need for them. She tried to remember where the mailbox was. It probably was down by the admissions office. The office was run by a Mrs. Rameriz. Tina Rameriz, a young Mexican-American widow, her husband having been killed last year in a harvester accident. Beyond the admissions office was the shower room that everyone in the camp used.

Beth set off at an assured pace, walking across the parking area and striding up to the office. It was dark and she thought she could let herself in, drop the letter to Bill in the mailbox inside and go take a much needed shower. Her hand was on the doorknob when she froze, hearing a sound. She looked around quickly. What was it, a wild animal? Her heart was pounding against her ribcage as if it were trying to batter its way free when she heard the sound again.

"Oooooooh!!!!" The sound swelled and grew high and Beth stepped back from the door, not knowing what to do. "Ohhhhhh," she heard the same voice say, a full octave lower. "Oh, baby, Manuel, do it, do it,do it!!!"

Beth was stunned. Tina Ramirez, the voice had to be Tina and she was not alone. As she stood, rooted to the spot, she could hear other sounds coming from inside, small sounds that were suggestive of… She shook her head and started to walk quietly away, figuring that what was going on in the admissions office was none of her business.

Then, a deep dark cry from inside made her stop in her tracks again. It was possible that Tina was in trouble. It could be. Beth's brow wrinkled in an unaccustomed frown and her elegant society good looks were worried. On an impulse, she turned and tip-toed to the window next to the door. Licking her lips, she looked around, trying to see if anyone was out. It wouldn't look right if, on her first night in the camp, she was discovered peeking in windows.

Nothing moved in the camp and far out over the fields, she heard the lonely sound of a dog howling at the moon. She stood on tiptoe and looked in the window. What she saw almost made her scream. There was a cot right by the window on which Tina – or whomever was on duty – sometimes slept during the harvest season when people were arriving and leaving at all times of the night and day.

And Beth was looking down on Tina lying stark naked on the bed with a man who was also naked! Tina was in rapture, her head thrown back, her mouth open, her-eyes closed, her arms thrown above her head as the man's hands rhythmically massaged her naked breasts with his bare hard worker's hands. Tina's knees were bent out as far as they could go and pulled up crab-like and spread wide, exposing the whole of her moistly glistening cunt to the man. Beth couldn't see his face because it was buried tight up between her thighs, his tongue and mouth licking like he was a starving beast and Tina was writhing, twisting, moaning with pleasure as she suddenly grit her teeth and hissed, "Eat it, eat it, ohhhh, eat me up!"

Beth leaped away from the window as if she had just gotten an electric shock, her hand over her mouth.

She spun on her heel, jamming the letter into the pocket of her robe and half-running, half-walking toward the showers. She had never imagined Tina Rameriz to be like that! She was going to have to revise her opinion of her. She clenched her fists. She was going to do something about things like that! She would use all her moral force to stop perversion like that! She didn't know who the naked man was, but she would find out and bring conduct like that to an end!

She was almost shaking with indignation and rage as she followed the sign and painted arrow that said, WOMEN, and stepped into the showers. It was a big room, lean, dimly lit by a single bulb near the ceiling. Stalls, open on one side, lined one wall. Beth, trying to forget what she saw, turned a nozzle and water leaped out of a shower head in a fine needle spray and, as she held her hand under it, she felt it grow hot and steam rise up around her. She grinned in relief and quickly took off her robe and stepped nakedly out of her shower cogs while adjusting the cold water, getting the shower just right and stepping under it with a contented sigh.

Beth was soaping her body with great bubbling globs sliding slowly down her body, outlining her shape magnificently. She scrubbed soap into her hair, her eyes squeezed shut and soon had a great mass of soap making her hair thick and slippery. A sound, the sound of someone moving, made her open her eyes and say, "Oh!" as soap stung in her eyes. She had just time to glimpse a figure standing looking at her! "Ah, you got soap in your eyes," a voice said.

The stinging of the soap was too much for Beth to answer. It was a woman's voice and Beth could only sputter a laugh. Never before had anyone come into her bathroom while she was bathing and it was a new experience to her that came right on top of her having discovered Tina Ramirez in all her lewdness. She bent over and rubbed hard at her eyes, finally managing to say, "I'm sorry, you startled me."