Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

"The little beast has probably been spying on us," Muster whispered, straightening up and withdrawing his shriveling erection from Paula's swampy channel. "Get your bra back on and button up. I'll have to talk to him or he'll really get suspicious."

Paula snatched up her bra and managed to get it on and hooked in spite of her trembling fingers while Muster wiped his slimy prick on his shorts, stuffed them out of sight in a desk drawer and pulled on -his pants. Sliding down off the desk, Paula adjusted her panties and smoothed her dress into place. She was just congratulating herself on the fact that no one could tell to look at her what she'd been doing when there was a rush of wetness from her cunt as their combined juices overflowed the coital crater and soaked the already sopping panties even more.

Instinctively she crossed her legs and pressed both hands against her crotch. "Don't open the door!" she gasped. "I'm so wet it's going to run down my legs."

"I have to open the door!" he hissed, striding toward it. "Sit down and keep quiet and he'll never notice!"

Paula barely had time to sink into a straight-backed chair beside the desk before the door was flung open and Jay was sidling into the room, grinning like an idiot.

He stopped when he saw Paula in what she was sure was pretended surprise. "Miss Swan! Well, I didn't expect to find you in here. I thought Dr. Muster was alone or I never would have bothered him."

Dr. Muster cleared his throat noisily. "However, you are here so please get on with it. What is it you want?"

Paula's hands were clutching the arms of the wooden chair so tightly that her knuckles showed white. Her heart did a flip-flop when Jay's eyes flicked over her and settled with an amused look on her lap. She tried to keep her cool, but she couldn't help glancing downward and was horrified to see a large spot of dampness where she had pressed her dress and slip against her pubes.

Surely he wouldn't know what it was! Dear God, please don't let him know what it's from!

"What is it you want, Jay?" Muster sounded irritated as the boy just stood there looking from one to the other of them wriggling his nose as he sniffed at the air.

Does he smell me? Can the odor of sex be that strong? Paula cringed at the probability and dropped her hands into her lap, hoping the'. gesture looked casual. If she could cover the damp spot, maybe that would hold in the musky smell, too.

"I sure am surprised to see you in here, Miss Swan, what with the door locked and all," Jay said. "Now some folks might think it was funny – get the wrong idea, you know – and think you was up to something. But I know better. A couple of fine, upstanding Christians like you two wouldn't never do anything funny."

"Just what was it you came to see me about?" Dr. Muster asked again.

"Uh… well, I wanted to ask you about camp this year. My old man ain't working again and I don't have the money, but, Dr. Muster, I sure need to go," Jay said ingratiatingly. "I'm one of those kids they're always saving need to go to camp, being from a poor family that don't get along too well and having already gotten into trouble a couple of times. It's good for kids like me to get off the streets and away from bad influences"

Paula was sure that if Jay Divan was alone with the Devil, it would be Satan who found himself under a bad influence, but now was no time to say so.

"You know, they say there really aren't any bad boys, but once a fella gets a reputation… well, the pigs kind of pick on him and so does everyone else. So that's why I want to go to camp so bad, Dr. Muster. Up there in the mountains, I'll be under the influence of good people, like you and Miss Swan."

"Well, there is a small fund set up by the church for those who can't afford to pay their own way, but -" Dr. Muster hesitated – "I'm not sure you qualify."

Jay's smile turned so sweet it was sickening. "Sure, I understand, Dr. Muster, and whatever you decide, I want you folks to know that I won't say a word about this… I mean, about the way I found you here with the door locked and all."

"It must have been locked accidentally," Muster said. "Paula… I mean, Miss Swan and I were going over some books and supplies we're considering buying."

"Of course," Jay said with a sly look in Paula's direction, then one at the desk. "I knew there was some kind of explanation. You must have been putting them away when I knocked. That's what took you so long to open the door and why your calendar and pen-holder are knocked over."

"Yes… uh… about the grant for summer camp, Jay. It is for worthy but needy boys and girls and… ahem! I can't think of anyone more worthy and needy than you are, Jay," Dr. Muster said heartily.

"Gee, Dr. Muster, I sure thank you," the boy said. "And I thank you, too, Miss Swan. This is just great! I'm sure we'll all have a fine time." With a final smirk in Paula's direction, he turned and left the office.

"Whew! That was about as close as I like to cut it," Muster said when the door was closed again.

"Do you think he knew?" Paula asked shakily, staring down at the stain on her dress with a rising feeling of shame.

"No. He was just guessing," Muster said., "He's just a kid and a stupid kid at that."

"He's a kid in years, yes, but as my mother used to say, `He's as old as his grandfather, the Devil!'" Paula said. "And he's only dumb where book-learning and working for things are concerned. When it comes to making trouble, he's smart as a whip."

"Well, he won't make any trouble for us," Muster said, pulling her up into his arms and kissing her on the ear and throat. "After all, what did he see? A locked door and two fully dressed people behind it. I gave in on the free trip to camp just to get rid of him, not because he could prove anything."

"I guess you're right," Paula said doubtfully, then brightened. "Besides, we're in love and you said Susie would understand, so what is there to be afraid of?"

Muster looked a bit startled, then a slight frown crossed his handsome features. "Well, of course that's true… up to a point. Susie does understand. Someday I'll tell you just how understanding. You see, I had some bad luck at a couple of other churches. and this might be my last chance to make good. I can't afford to have any scandal get out that would keep me from succeeding Dr. Johnson now that the old boy is getting so doddering."

Paula didn't think Dr. Johnson was a bit doddering, merely getting along a little, and he was so kind and good that she didn't think it was very nice of Muster to talk that way about replacing him. And what did that remark about Susie and his "friends" mean? Who were they? More importantly, why hadn't he mentioned marriage?

"But let's not worry about all that right now, my dear. We are alone and in love so let's take advantage of the moments we have."

"But, Muster, It's important that we talk about these things."

He wasn't listening, He had walked her around behind his desk, and now he sat down in his big chair and pulled her into his lap. His. mouth closed over hers, silencing further protest.

For a moment Paula resisted, thinking that before this went any further, they should have an understanding. But then several things began to happen that made her forget all about such things. First Muster's lips nibbled and sucked at hers, his tongue circling her mouth, dipping in and out, a hot insistent invader that licked the roof of her mouth and tasted the inner surfaces of her cheeks. The other thing was even more intimate. As soon as her bottom had touched his legs, his hand had slipped up the inside of her thigh, fingers gliding over sleek nylon and then velvety-soft skin.

Paula felt the return of the warm, quivery feeling she had experienced earlier, felt the hotness of her wet pussy plastered against the dripping crotchband of her panties and knew passion was going to override everything else. Only one thing mattered-the excitement generated by Muster's fingers as they slipped under the elastic and once more moved caressingly over and between the slippery lips of love.