Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

"Paula, my dear, how nice to see you," Muster said, getting to his feet like the courtly gentlemen he always seemed. "I was just thinking about you."

"Thinking about me?" Paula felt her heart flutter. As always in his presence, she was just a little awed, and felt her resolution to make a clean breast of her problem falter. How could she tell this saintly, chaste man that one of his Bible-school teachers was a lustful slut who couldn't keep her legs together even in front of her students?

"Yes, I was wondering about this decision of yours not to be a counselor at our summer retreat this year."

"Oh. Well… I thought rd do something else this year. I've gone to Mountain Grove for the last three summers, and that's enough." Her voice sounded brittle and phony, and she was sure he'd see right through her; those calm gray eyes would look right into her leprous little soul and see the lust that was destroying her.

"Well, that certainly is disappointing," Muster said. "We were counting on you, you know. Olive Mills is going and Joe Boggs, but that still leaves us shorthanded. Why is it that you don't want to go, my dear? Because of the camp itself? I've heard there was talk about the facilities being inadequate and the food not up to par, but I'm making quite a few changes and things will be different this year. I'm not criticizing Jim Vickers, but I've had more experience in such matters and I think everybody will notice the improvement."

He looked at Paula as though awaiting comment, and she felt compelled to say something. "Yes, the camp was badly run. The roofs of the cabins leaked, and it rained several nights. The kids caught colds. We didn't have a nurse, and the first aid supplies weren't adequate-there wasn't even enough aspirin to go around. I'm not criticizing Jim Vickers either, but the safety regulations around the lake weren't enforced properly at all, and supervision on other sports was practically nil. I don't want to get mixed up in a mess like that again. If anything happened to even one of those kids… well, you know what parents are like."

Dr. Muster nodded. "You're right, of course, but I've seen to it personally that the facilities have been improved, the buildings made safer and new personnel hired to run the camp. I even hired a new cook, Mrs. Clark, who is a real gem. It's counselors I have to round up now. Are you sure you won't reconsider?"

"Well, I… did you say Olive Mills was going?" Paula said nervously. Olive was only eighteen, untrained and likely to panic in an emergency. Sending a group of teen-agers off under her supervision would be worse than placing one of the kids in charge and hoping for the best.

"Yes, Olive Mills and Joe Boggs," Muster said, and Paula could have sworn that his half-closed eyes shifted downward to where her dress pulled taut across the twin mounds of her full young breasts, but she knew that couldn't be.

"Do you really think Joe is responsible enough?' she heard herself asking.

Muster shrugged. "Oh, Joe's all right. I know he doesn't work too steadily, but he's a good church member and will set a good example for the young people.

A good example for sneaking off to sleep or to get himself a drink, Paula thought. Joe had been fired from the trucking firm where she worked fog doing both on the job.

"But we still need you," Muster said, gazing into her eyes intently. "Your experience and dedication We're expecting at least thirty boys and girls, and four counselors won't be any too many. We need, you Paula, I need you."

I need you. Words like that from this man were enough to make her forget everything but how much she admired him, how much she worshiped him.

"What is this other summer project you have in mind?" he asked, smiling: "What important program have you committed yourself to?"

Going out to get myself bred… to find a man to swill in carnal lust with. To rid myself of my terrible longings, of my constant thoughts of what it would be like to have every man or boy I see thrusting into me!

Even now her treacherous body was trembling with thoughts of Ephraim and how it would feel if… oh, no, no, riot Not this godly man! I've got to stop thinking things like this! Even in my fevered fantasy world,, I shouldn't be imagining what it would be like to be naked on a bed with Ephraim Muster's strong body looming over me, of his engorged manhood bouncing against the inside of my thighs, of the knobby tip pressed into my curly pubic hair, forcing its way between the wet lips of my… no, no, not I wish I could burn the lust out of my body, out of my soul, with a red-hot poker!

"What is it, Paula? What's wrong?" Muster asked as she swayed, reaching out a hand to steady her.

Paula drew back as though in revulsion, unable to bear his touch, not wanting to expose him to contamination of her flesh. "`N-nothing's wrong."

"But you look so white and you're shaking. Are you ill, my dear?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sick… sick," she said.

"Have you seen a doctor?" Ephraim asked, coning closer to take her elbow.

"No… doctor wouldn't help." She had no control over herself as she swayed against him, was incapable of keeping her body from molding itself to Muster's. "Oh, Dr. Muster, help met I'm so sick, so evil!"

"My poor child," he said, smoothing her hair, and she was very aware of the warm maleness of his body as her tits and thighs pressed against him. "Tell me about it. Tell me what's troubling one so young and beautiful."

"I'm not young. I'm as old as sin," Paula said, "and I curse my attractiveness because it just adds to my problem."

"But what is your problem, my dear?"

"S-sex." She could barely get the word out from between her trembling lips. "Sex!"

"Well, now!" Somehow Muster sounded more amused than shocked. "You know, many of us – especially we in the ministry – often are troubled by the. same thing."

Paula's tears were dampening the minister's coat, and his hand moved from her hair to her shoulder and upper arm. "Oh, I'm so evil!" she sobbed and clung to him more tightly, flattening her breasts against his chest and pressing her thighs into his.

"But it's not evil, child," he murmured. "That's precisely the problem we ministers are faced with. If we are educated and modern, we know that sex is a part of life, but because others tend to put us above themselves, they expect behavior from us that they would not demand from anyone else. We, after all, are only human and can be just as troubled by the needs of the body as any other man or woman. It is only when we come to recognize these needs as natural and an integral part of God's plan for humanity that we can reconcile our feelings with what is right."

"Are… are you saying that sex… these feelings I have… that they're not evil?"

"My dear child, how could anyone as sweet and innocent as you possibly think or do anything evil?"

Paula was startled to feel Dr. Muster's hand on her tit but told herself that it had simply strayed there from her upper arm as he patted her soothingly.

"But, Dr. Muster, there was a man… I don't want to say who he was, but I let him do things and I did some things he asked me to and… well, now he's gone and I've been suffering so, feeling that I'm the lowest kind of animal but not being able to stop the way my body reacted or the thoughts that have taken over my mind."

"Of course you haven't my dear, and no one would expect you to except a lot of blue-nosed old puritans."

"Then you don't think I'm vile and filled with corruption like it says in the Bible?"

"No, my dear, anything but." Muster's face was very close to Paula's as he spoke. She could smell his shaving lotion and somehow that added to the excitement that had been building in her all morning. And there was something else that was adding to the sexual tension and creating more dampness in the silken nest between her thighs. It was the feel of Dr. Muster's thumbs slowly rubbing across the tips of her breasts and sending little shocks jolting along her nerves even through the cloth of dress and bra.