The Perfect Teacher
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 north.
"Melody, are you ready for church?"
"No, mom, I can't find clothes to wear. You have
to go without me."
"Again? You had an excuse last Sunday. No
excuses next week, young lady. Do you hear me?"
"Yes mom," Melody said as she laid on her bed and
looked out at the barren autumn landscape. It was so drab in the
fall. All the leaves were gone and there was nothing to see in
the distant hills but more naked trees.
She kicked her feet, with her knees bent, thinking
about the very eventful week. Friday had been so much fun. Now
she had just a few more hours before she would have the most
exciting time of her young life. Crystal was ready and willing.
It had taken a lot for Melody to ask her, but she was as
interested in rasing her grade as Melody. Or so she said.
Melody believed that she was just interested in getting into
Melody's pants. She had seen that look before, but only with
boys. Crystal was a friggin lesbian, there was no doubt about
it. The very thought made her shiver in delicious anticipation.
There was no greater compliment in the world, than having
another, desirable woman trying to get into your pants.
Melody raised her head up off her hands when she
saw her mother leaving. Her mother paused at the car door, out
in the street, and looked at Melody's window. Melody ducked,
laying her chin on the bed. She chewed her gum and waited for
her mother to leave. When she looked back up, their car was
Melody watched a flock of ducks winging their way
south. Somewhere in the neighborhood a lawnmower started. What
was there to mow? Her yard was totally dead.
Melody's head popped up when she saw a familiar
car pull up out front and stop. She tried to remember where she
had seen the car. Suddenly Mr. Adams words came back to her.
"I have one of the first 600 Austin Healy
convertibles to roll off the assembly line..."
Now, there was a green and white striped Austin
Healy parked in front of the house. It was a convertible.
Daylight glinted off the car windows, so she couldn't see who was
Melody shot up off the bed and opened her window.
She pushed her head out and waved. The car window opened to
reveal Mr. Adams. He waved in return and beckoned her out. In
five minutes she was sitting in the passenger's seat, and they
were heading for Crystal's house.
"Anybody want a drink?" Simon asked, looking at
the two girls. He was nervous, but it was obvious that they were
even more nervous.
"Do you have Cutty Sark and water?" Melody asked
"No, but I have coke and water."
"Oh, just coke is fine," she said in
"Same here," Crystal said. She had a peculiar
"pudgy" type of girlish face that was both fascinating and cute.
She would never be considered beautiful, but she was definitely
cute as hell. Simon was intrigued. If he could get a piece of
her, he would consider himself lucky. But he had a feeling that
Crystal was not interested in men. He would see.
"So, Crystal, how did Melody ever talk you into
this?" he asked with a smile as he handed her the can.
"I like Melody," she said with a shy glance at
Melody, before opening the can and taking a sip.
"And she talked you into having a lesbian affair,
just because you like her?"
"I think it's the other way around," she said
shyly. Melody giggled and saluted Crystal with her can of coke.
"My God, you girls are so sexy. It's all I could
think of while I was gone." He paused, thinking for a moment.
What was the best way to break through inhibitions, the best way
to get the ball rolling?
"Ok, enough small talk, let's fuck," he said with
a laugh. "Everybody upstairs," he pushed them toward the
hallway. Crystal made a grab for her can, before he pushed her
out of the room. Melody laughed and hugged Crystal close to her.
They ran hip to hip up the stairs ahead of him.
Simon watched the pair of sweet teen asses proceed
him up the stairs. He was getting a peep show every time their
short skirts swished from side to side. His cock was achingly
hard, once he reached the top. He pointed out the bathroom,
before ushering them into the bedroom.
Melody, bless her, wasted no time. She dove onto
the bed, bounced slightly, and began tearing off clothing.
Crystal watched in amusement for a moment, then turned and sat on
the edge of the bed. She pulled off her striped blouse,
revealing a set of large breasts encased in a white lace bra.
"Wow," Simon said in gratitude. Melody looked
around Crystal's body and reaching out, pulled one massive breast
from her bra.
"Nice," she said in appreciation. "And there's
one for each of us," she said teasingly, looking at Simon.
"Convenient," he nodded, sitting on the end of the
bed. He divided his attention between Melody, who was pulling
off her stockings, and Crystal, who reached behind her back and
unsnapped her bra.
"Hey, what's this?" Melody asked, glaring at
"Are you looking for a free show? Get undressed,
you're the guest of honor."
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