The Perfect Teacher Chapter Two
Simon swished to a stop. He looked down the slope at the multi-colored swarms of
people rhythmically swishing and swaying, some standing, and a few falling, all
the way down the slope to the lodge, miles away. For all the fun and excitement,
and all the beauty of the snow-covered slope, his mind was on Melody. He watched
a matched set of babes, one blonde and a brunette, slowly angle past, giving him
a frank, encouraging glance. One spoke to the other, they were Swedish. He
smiled, but shook his head reluctantly. They laughed and speeded on down the
hill, waving and calling as they went. If he was any kind of man, he would
barrel down the hill after them and beg them to fuck him to death.
"Fuck this," he said quietly to himself. Here he was in the middle of some
of the most beautiful pussy on earth, and his thoughts were centered around an
18 year old high school brat who liked to dress up as Britney Spears. How
pathetic, he scoffed at himself. He turned and started down the hill. He swayed
slightly from side to side, but basically he headed straight down the hill,
ready to call it a day. He wanted to go home. He wanted to fuck Melody and her
faithful sidekick, whoever that might be. The very thought of it had his cock
embarrassingly hard. He passed the two girls. One noticed the tent at the front
of his pants and giggled, speaking to the other in Swedish. They probably
thought the hard-on was for them. He wished that it was, he wouldn't be heading
home on an absolutely beautiful Saturday night.
"The little dick teaser," he scoffed at himself. He was acting like such a
loser. No, he was acting like a man possessed. The slopes were full of beautiful
adult and highly- interesting girls. The rich, super models, stewardesses, and
just plain beautiful women, dotted the slopes in the hundreds. But they were not
what he wanted. He knew what he wanted and where to find it. It was back home.
Simon kicked off his skies, clipped them into the temporary holder on his
trunk, and changed shoes, while further derating himself. What would she think
if he went crawling back after just 24 hours? If she knew how badly he wanted
her, she would have him over a barrel. So what should he do? He paused, lost in
thought even though his shoes were tied and ready? He cursed silently as he
pulled his feet into the car and slammed the door. In a moment the multicolored
sports car was heading down the icy, treacherous road at breakneck speeds.
At 1:37 AM a flashlight glinted in the window of the high school office
then disappeared. It briefly flashed on the opposite wall, then again
disappeared. It momentarily outlined a dark figure leaning over a file cabinet
containing student information, before it went out completely.
If there had been anyone watching, they would have seen a multicolored
Austin Healy sprint out of the teacher's parking lot and disappear, heading
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