Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

How would it have fit if he had put his cock in me? she wondered.

Oh, you ARE getting nasty! she scolded herself. GO TO SLEEP!

Finally she did.

It was not long before she was awakened by a rattling sound. Sitting up in bed, she realized that someone was testing her bathroom door. The person was in the john, trying to enter her room-or at least seeing if he or she could!

Linc? she wondered, as she trembled. Would he be that sneaky?

Beatrice?

Young Scotty? Surely not!

The chauffeur! Melanie decided. It had to be him!

Well, the door was locked, so she was safe. Still, she remained tense. Even after the rattling stopped and she heard the other bathroom door close, she couldn't go back to sleep for a long while.

The next morning Melanie had her first instructional session with Scotty, and indeed he was shy. She could hardly get him to say a thing as he watched her with his big dark eyes and listened.

Finally she told him, "Well, that's enough Math. Let's talk about you. What do you do for fun?"

"I play tennis sometimes, and chess with my dad when he has the chance."

"Do you have a girl friend?" Melanie asked, just to be conversational.

"What's the matter? Don't you like girls?"

"Yeah."

"Then, what's holding you back?" Melanie asked with a smile.

"Young girls are silly," be said.

"Oh, I see! You've got your eye on an older woman!" Melanie thought she was making a joke.

The boy didn't say anything, but just stared at her. She squirmed nervously in her chair opposite his, and tried to think of something else to say. Scotty dropped his gaze to her crossed legs.

He likes me, she thought. I guess I even attract him sexually.

It gave her a warm feeling.

But he's only a child! she reminded herself. Why, I doubt if he could… even DO anything!

"I guess that's all for this morning," she said nervously, and rose. "Let's go at it again at one o'clock."

"Can't," Scotty said. "Dad's giving a press conference, and I'm supposed to be there. He's going to announce his candidacy."

"Oh."

Melanie watched the boy leave the room.

Strange child! she thought. But nice. And VERY good-looking. Smart, also. He went through that math lesson like a whiz.

"Well, how'd he do?" Linc asked when he met Melanie in the hall, coming out of the improvised classroom.

"Very well!" she said enthusiastically.

Linc surprised her by slipping an arm around her and patting her springy buttocks. She jumped.

"Don't DO that!" she demanded.

Linc chuckled. "You're mighty sensitive. Remember what I told you-we're not prudish around here."

He went on his way, and she thought again, I ought to quit! Still, she didn't want to.

In the kitchen the middle-aged housekeeper prepared her some lunch. The Townsend's were already getting ready to leave for the press conference.

"How would I get into town," she asked the housekeeper, "to do some shopping?"

"Phil could drive you, I guess. But there's a bus, three blocks away."

"Okay, I'll take the bus."

Later she did so, and at the nearby shopping center she purchased two garter belts and some nylons. She was doing it just because Linc had asked her to, though it didn't mean anything, she assured herself. He would never know the difference.

That evening there was a party at the Townsend house-to celebrate Linc's announcement of candidacy, Melanie supposed. She kept pretty much to herself. Later, when most everyone had left, she came down for a glass of warm milk before retiring.

She walked in on Beatrice and a man who were alone in the kitchen. Melanie saw, in a single shocked glance, that the man had taken down the top of Bea's dress-or she had done it for him-and he was kneading and rolling her soft, rounded breasts while they kissed.

Hot-cheeked, Melanie withdrew. She met Linc in the entry hall after he had let out the last of the other guests. He was glowing and tipsy as he turned toward her.

"I just saw something," she said, feeling she owed it to him to report it.

"Yeah? Well, good for you!" He chuckled. "Mind telling me what you're talking about?"

"Your wife with a man," Melanie said softly as she blushed. "You told me to report things like that."

"Oh. Yeah, I did. Where are they?" Linc seemed to take it quite casually.

"In the kitchen. They were kissing, and-well… the top of her dress was down."

"You don't say!" Link laughed.

He's quite drunk! Melanie thought. I should not have said anything.

"Good night." She turned to leave.

"Wait!" Linc exclaimed, clutching her arm. "Let's investigate this indecency!"

Against Melanie's will, he walked her to the kitchen, and they entered.

"Ted!" he bellowed at the man with Bea. "Let go of my wife's titties!"

"Aaw, hell, do I have to?" the' handsome younger fellow asked, grinning, and Melanie realized that the three of them were on very intimate terms.

"Say who is this?" Ted asked as he looked at the pretty blonde.

"Leave her alone," Linc advised, snatching a left-over hors d'oeuvre off a tray. "She doesn't play," he added as he munched.

"What a pity!" blonde-haired Ted replied.

"Yes, isn't it?" Bea spoke up, after tucking away her breasts.

Melanie didn't believe these people.

"Please excuse me," she said, and left the room, her cheeks burning.

She hurried upstairs, feeling like a fool. As she opened her bedroom door, she heard a sound behind her, and she turned just as Linc sprang. Laughing, he pushed her into the room, swung the door shut, and tried to shove her down onto the bed.

She twisted free. "You're drunk!" she exclaimed. "Stop it!"

"Baby, I'm not drunk! I'm just happy! It's a great day!"

He lunged again, this time clutching Melanie, twisting her about, and sending her tumbling across the bed. She twisted onto her back and kicked, to try to ward him off. All that was accomplished was the skidding of her skirt to her lap… exposing snugly gartered stocking tops and her bare thighs!

"You bought 'em!" Linc cried. "Bless your heart!"

He dropped to his knees next to the bed, grasped both her legs, and dove between them. To Melanie's consternation, he began licking along the inner slope of her right thigh as she twisted and tried to kick him, but to no avail. His tongue skidded to the narrow lace fringe of her pink panties, and his nose pressed against the panties themselves, tickling-for all she knew, sniffing-her pussy through the thin nylon.

"Ooooooh!" she cried, chagrined and frightened.

This was no oddball little chauffeur who was after her now! This was the next governor of the state, perhaps, and the man she worked for!

He began licking her other thigh as he continued to hold both her legs up and wide apart. All that stood between him and her total lack of modesty was the crotch-strip of her panties!

She gasped and uttered frenzied cries. She batted Linc on the head and kept trying to kick free. But nothing helped. He pushed her legs higher and licked along a garter on the back of her left thigh.

She felt intensely humiliated. Worse than that, she was terrified of what might happen next. The man was drunk. He might even rape her!

He scrambled forward and onto the bed, belly whopping atop her. He hooked her legs with his, holding them down, and he pinned her arms with his hands. He tried to catch her mouth as she flopped her head from side to side, panting, her shoulder-length blonde hair getting mussed.

Finally, he caught her lips with his, pressed them even wider apart, and sank his tongue into her honeyed oral cave. Melanie was offended as he rapaciously kissed her. She had never been tongue-kissed before.

She got one hand free and clubbed him with it, on the side of the head. His response was to rear up and slap her. She gasped and clutched her burning cheek, her blue eyes wide as she stared up at him.