Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

There was another reason she didn't immediately close her legs, but she didn't want to admit that one even to herself. Unforgivable as it was to let those boys look at the satiny inner flesh of her thighs with the narrow band of pink cloth between them and the few stray curls of blond hair escaping from under the edges, it gave her a perverse thrill. Just knowing three sets of male eyes were ogling the display of intimate flesh was exciting. It reminded her of how Jim Vickers had always asked her to sit opposite him at meeting and socials and give him quick peeks at her crotch when the others weren't looking. Once he had even talked her into leaving her panties in the car so he could see the golden fluff of pubic hair when he signaled her to open her legs. He said the imminent danger of being caught added spice to the game. Maybe he was right, because although Paula had been terrified all evening lest someone discover she was naked under the brief skirt, she had also been so powerfully stimulated she was trembling with the hots by the time they left the gathering. Jim had been, too, and as soon as they were in the car, he had used his fingers on her wet and puffy pussy to bring her to a climax and had made her do the same for him. She knew it was a terrible thing to do, but she just couldn't help herself when he got her that excited.

Paula shivered and forced her mind back to the present. How was she going to get out of her present predicament? She didn't want to pull at her skirt or make any move that would acknowledge the fact that she knew she was on display. If the boys thought it had happened without her being aware of it, maybe she could distract them, then change position while they talked. She had to get their minds on something else before they noticed that their stares were arousing her sexually, creaming a bit.

"Of course, you all know that we'll be having our usual summer camp at Mountain Grove," Paul said, smiling over the boys' heads at the girls who were sitting on chairs behind them. "Dr. Muster and his wife will be in charge of arrangements, and of the retreat itself, and all fees should be paid to them. Any of you who wish to share this wonderful experience of living close to nature in Christian fellowship for two glorious weeks should' register as soon as possible."

She could feel Mike Randall's blue eyes on her legs like a physical touch, feel the tingle as they moved up the inside of her thighs over the soft peach fuzz that covered the fullness where the legs swelled just before tapering into the creases on either side of her plump mound and lingered on the strip of nylon that covered her pussy inadequately.

Mike was a tall, handsome boy with neatly combed, sandy hair. He was only fifteen but so athletic and beautifully developed that he could have passed for twenty. His broad chest and powerful shoulders stretched his white knit shirt taut across his upper body. He was wearing the usual tight, narrow pants, and Paula tried to ignore the prominent bulge in the front of them.

Oh, Mike, what a lovely strong body! If only I could be alone with you, if only I could pull that zipper down and let that warm, pulsing tower of flesh out and hold it in my hand, run my fingers over it and… let you… let you…

Paula's conscience clamped down hard and cut off the end of that thought, but it couldn't stop the forbidden thrill that shot through her or the sudden dampness that oozed against her panties. She was ashamed that such a thing had happened to her in Sunday school and fearful that the watching boys would see the color deepen as the thin cloth between her legs absorbed the moisture.

What was the matter with her? Why couldn't she control her thoughts and fantasies? She wouldn't for a moment have seriously considered approaching one of the boys in her class, or anyone else, for that matter. Paula Swan was a good girl. Or she had been until she started dating Jim Vickers. Well, not dating actually, because ministerial assistants didn't date girls from the congregation; they merely escorted them to various church functions. Paula knew that better than anyone, having been escorted by four such gentlemen over the last four years. Each had been fresh out of the seminary, filled with zeal for his chosen work, and each had stayed less than a year before moving on to larger, more affluent congregations. Most were polite and impersonal as old Dr. Johnson, and that was one reason Paula had been so sure it was the real thing when Jim Vickers said he loved her. She had seen the necessity for keeping their engagement a secret until he was called to a post outside of Mapleville. It really could have developed into a sticky situation if it had become generally known that they were serious about each other. And how was she to know that Jim was merely using her as a sexual outlet while he was stuck in a small town and didn't dare risk being seen with loose women or girls of questionable reputation? She had honestly thought he loved her and had been unable to deny him when the gentle kisses changed into deep, tongue-tangling, sexually arousing caresses that had led to…

"I know that all of you will find Dr. Muster and his wife people to whom young people can relate," Paula heard herself saying. "They have come to our church with a reputation for liberal thinking and meaningful action in religious affairs."

She was amazed at her ability to continue talking about other things while her body seethed with urges and desires she hadn't known existed until a few months ago. As frustrating as the affair with Jim had been, it had been better than the constant erotic fantasies that had begun plaguing her shortly after his abrupt departure to accept a pastorate halfway across the continent.

"Will you be, at camp this year, Miss Swan?" Kenny Newman asked.

Paula looked at his pink cheeks and wide, innocent brown eyes. She knew he'd been staring at her bared thighs just as intently as Mike and Jay, and she guiltily gloated over the knowledge while keeping her lips curved in a smile she didn't feel. Kenny was thirteen, the son of a prominent doctor, and had led a very sheltered life. Paula was sure he was still a virgin and wondered what it would be like to introduce a boy like that to love, to have him naked in her bed, to run her hands over his hairless chest and babyish belly, to let her fingers slide downward to touch the untried lance of his boyhood.

No, no, no! I've got to stop thinking things like this!

"Naw, she won't be there!" Jay Divan said, his voice a challenging sneer. "She's got more important things to do, haven't you, Miss Swan?"

"Now Jay, you know nothing is more important for me than you boys and girls," Paula said, irritated with him for putting her on the defensive. Jay was a husky brute, a bully who strutted and bragged to the other boys about his prowess with girls. Paula had never been able to figure out just why he bothered coming to Bible school and avoided him as much as she could without being deliberately rude. His black eyes were mocking and she knew without being told that sex with him would be quick and brutal. He would stab into a woman without caring if he hurt her, would fill and bruise the tender flesh of her vagina, thrusting with cruel insistence until she cried out with pain and passion.

"Aw, come off it, Miss Swan," Jay said, shifting his eyes from her face to her exposed thighs and back again. "You don't want to fool around with a bunch of punk kids at a summer camp, so quit putting us on."

"Jay, that's unfair!" Paula said and swiveled the chair to face him more directly. The movement caused her legs to spread a bit wider and the strip of cloth between them slipped to one side. She could feel the coolness of the air on her moist slit and shuddered involuntarily, knowing it looked as though she were offering herself to this boy she despised.