Evelyn Sinclair - Friends of the teacher

Wilma stopped caressing Beth and straightened her up, saying, "There, now it's all off. Feel better?"

Beth stood up and the blood ran from her head and she put her hands up, blinking, lurching against Wilma who took her in her arms and kissed her on the cheek.

"Oh, I'm so dizzy!"

"Poor kid, not used to this desert heat yet?" Wilma kissed her on the shoulder and neck, holding her close so that their naked wet breasts crushed together.

"I don't know. I just feel so good and so relaxed. Thank you, Wilma."

"You liked that, huh?"

"It felt so good. It felt great. Thank you so much."

Wilma's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, not releasing Beth from her embrace even though Beth made a half-hearted attempt to back off. "You didn't pull into camp until late afternoon. How far did you travel to get here?"

Beth let her head fall back drowsily as she felt Wilma kissing her neck and shoulders in an open-mouthed wet way. It felt so nice and… funny. It was funny, but she could feel a thrill rippling deep down between her legs. "I… I don't know." She tried to focus her sleepy thoughts. "I traveled all day." She yawned. "Only stopped for gas and restrooms."

"You poor kid," Wilma said in warm sympathy. "You're beat. You're dead on your feet. Here, we can't have you all tired out. Just let Wilma take charge and I'll have you tucked in a warm bed in no time. Judd is out on the spread for the night and I'm all alone."

"I… I've got a bed in my camper," Beth said, her eyes almost completely closed.

"Let me just finish soaping you up and I'll walk you home. Here, let me scrub your back."

Wilma released her, turned her around and Beth felt her vigorously lathering her back. "Ohhhhhh, that feels good!" she sighed.

"Like that, huh?" Wilma said with a lewd, unseen grin.

"Ohhhh, that's good. It's been a long while since anybody has scrubbed my back."

"It sure is a pretty back. Matter of fact, you're a beautiful girl. Has anybody told you that?" Wilma had a good lather worked up and set the bar of soap aside and began swirling the soap all over Beth's back, watching it run like a rivulet down into the deep crevice between her buttocks. Her hands swooped lower and lower; her fingers touching the firm, rounded cheeks that were so inviting and tempting before her eyes.

"No," Beth answered dreamily, "not since I left New York and Bill. He's my fiancee."

Wilma's breath was coming faster now. The sight and feel of the young teacher's breathtaking body was too much for her. She was wildly aroused and her desire was to force this little society bitch down on the shower floor and have her right there, have her until she went out of her mind and begged for it, the way Wilma used to do when she had first married Judd Gans. "You've got a nice body, a lovely body," Wilma said, surprising even herself, her soapy hands slipping under Beth's arms and swooping up, cupping her breasts and massaging them while she pressed her groin against Beth's relaxed buttocks, catching her by surprise and pressing her pubic hair tightly between the softly yielding cheeks.

"Hey," Beth said, aroused out of her reverie by Wilma's passion. "Be careful."

Immediately, Wilma stepped back. She could easily overpower Beth at that moment, and, for a fleeting second, the idea of grabbing that exciting body and forcing her to do things she never dreamed of doing with another woman, was very tempting. It would be great to just once let out all her sexual aggression and not give a damn. She licked her lips and said, "I thought you was gonna fall. Look at you," she said, changing the subject and becoming very tender. "Just look at you. Now listen, I won't take no for an answer. Judd is out all night tending smudge pots or something. This time of the year, it's always something. I'm alone and we got a nice snug bed in a guest den."

Beth heaved a sigh, a big sigh. A slight frown came over her smooth brow. Her body was tired, relaxed, yet she felt very awake, like some kind of energy was flowing through her; an energy that flared excitingly whenever Wilma touched her. Vaguely, she felt it would be better to go back to the trailer. Thanks awfully," she said in her best finishing school manner, "perhaps another time."

Wilma looked at her cool chiseled face that was so poised and regal and she wanted to teach her a lesson. Bring this proud bitch to the point of humility. If ever anyone asked for it, it was Beth Carruthers with her polished words. "Look at your hair. You got a hair dryer in that camper of yours?"

"A dryer? No, I don't. I don't have any current to run one with."

'Well, I have. So you just come right on over and get that pretty hair of yours dried."

"I'd love to, but I'm really so very tired."

Wilma wasn't about to give up. She wanted this girl, had made up her mind that she was going to have her. The little rich bitch drove her out of her mind and she liked it. This was a prize worth doing anything for and Wilma found herself thinking faster than she ever had before. "Couple hours from now, it's going to get colder than a witch's bed, honey, and with that head of wet hair, you're going to catch your death of cold."

"I'll wrap a towel around it," Beth said as she dried herself and put on her robe, pulling the belt tight around her slim waist.

Wilma put on her thick terry-cloth robe and stood looking at Beth with her hands on her hips, cocking her head to one side. One last ruse. "Say, what's the matter with me? I got leprosy or something? I'm not good enough? My home isn't good enough? Or is it you city folk. I heard tell you don't even know who your neighbor is? I hear that when folks get friendly, you think they're crazy. That true?"

Beth looked at Wilma with open eyes, seeing her standing there, looking hurt. My God, she thought, what am I doing? Fresh on the job and already I'm creating a bad impression. I've got to gain their confidence if I'm to succeed. She smiled winningly at Wilma. "No, it isn't that at all."

"Then what is it?" Wilma asked, taking the initiative, "Now I don't know how long you've been sleeping in that camper but you can't tell me you wouldn't want all the comforts of a clean bed, a dryer, and your own bathroom for one night and have you believe me, honey, it's something else."

"No, honest…"

"I ain't askin' you to move in," Wilma went on, "I only offered a little western hospitality, that's all. Wait 'til you see the kids gathering like little wolves around my kitchen door when I set my mind to bakin' pies. It be criminal of me not to invite them all in for a piece of pie and a glass of milk."

Beth laughed and said, "I'm very sorry, I'm so tired I wasn't thinking straight. I'd be delighted and Battered to spend the night at your house."

Wilma put her arm around her and squeezed her tight as they walked. "Judd says I'm too friendly with everybody. Maybe so, I say, I can't help it, it's what you married, big man." They giggled as they walked together across the dark yard and up toward Wilma's house that sat away from the cabins and barracks.

Lonny and his friends had leapt away from the knothole when Beth and Wilma left the showers, carefully replacing the whorl of wood and then running Lonny leading the way, back to the Arroyo. There they crouched in the dark in a tight circle as Lonny, in an excited whisper, began telling them in detail, exactly what went on in the shower. He described the women's bodies in detail and surprised himself with an almost total recall of everything said. His friends huddled around him, passing a marijuana cigarette around, listening to his every word.

"Hot damn!"

"Hot damn? Hot pants, man."

"Yeah, only they didn't have no pants on. Hot cunts. Right, Lonny?"

"Ha, I knew Mrs. Gans kinda leaned that way. My sister says she's always putting her hands on her and invitin' her in for a back rub."