Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy
"Mom, there's something I need to talk to you about," Dawn said when she and her mother were eating dinner the evening after Trish announced her intention to seduce Mr. Morris.
"What's that, Honey?" Nancy asked.
"It's...it's about Trish," her daughter said. "She...I think she's gonna do something really stupid."
"What is she planning to do?" Nancy asked.
"Well...I'm not sure I should be telling you this, because maybe it's really nothing," Dawn said. "But..."
"Honey, if it has you upset, it means it's worth worrying about..." Nancy said, "...and talking about. That's what mothers are for."
Dawn took a deep breath. "Well...Trish has the hots for Mr. Morris," she said. "She talks about him all the time and..."
"That's not unusual," Nancy said. "I had crushes on teachers when I was in high school."
"Yeah, but you didn't do anything about them, did you?" her daughter asked.
"What do you mean?" Nancy asked, surprised.
Dawn shrugged. "Well...today Trish told me she joined the staff of the school newspaper," she said.
"That's good," Nancy said, "students should be involved in clubs and things. You belong to the drama club, don't you?"
"Yeah, but I didn't join the drama club to get Mr. Prendergrast to go to bed with me," Dawn said, and made a face. Mr. Prendergrast was in his late fifties, fat, and usually smelled like sweat and stale tobacco.
"What?" Nancy asked. "Trish joined the newspaper staff to get Mr. Morris to...to go to bed with her?"
Dawn nodded. "Yeah, he took over as advisor for the paper because Mrs. Wallingford used to do it," she explained.
"Did...did Trish tell you that's why she joined the newspaper staff?" Nancy asked. She was startled by what her daughter was telling her, but wasn't totally surprised. Trish had been to their house quite a few times and she had recognized the girl's attempts to look sophisticated and older than her years as an attempt to compensate for feelings of inadequacy, feelings she knew only too well because she'd had those feelings, too, at Trish's age.
"Yeah, that's what she said," Dawn continued. "She's like crazy to get Mr. Morris to make it with her. I told her she was being crazy, that it would never happen, but she wouldn't listen to me. Do you...do you think we ought to tell somebody about this?"
Nancy wasn't sure. "I...I can't imagine that Ben...Mr. Morris, would be stupid enough to let anything happen," she told her daughter. "I...I'm sure they train teachers how to deal with things like this in college. I mean, I doubt this is the first time a student ever tried to act out a crush on a teacher."
"I sure hope you're right," Dawn said. "Mr. Morris is the best teacher I ever had. Ever since he came, school's been a lot more fun. His class makes the whole day better. If Trish screws that up, I'm gonna kill her."
"Now Honey, you know you don't mean that," Nancy said. "Don't worry. I'm sure if Trish actually does do something foolish, Mr. Morris will handle it just fine."
Dawn got up, walked around the table, and planted a kiss on her mother's cheek. "Thanks, Mom, talking to you did help," she said. "I feel a lot better about this now. I'm gonna go do some more work on my short story."
"OK, Honey," Nancy said.
Nancy cleared the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher, then she retired to the living room and picked up her book. But, once again, she found it hard to concentrate on the novel she was reading. "Trish is really a sad girl," she thought. "And I know exactly how she feels. God, she could be a mirror-image of what I was like at her age. I'm so glad Dawn didn't turn out like that. I...I guess I wasn't such a bad mother, either that or I was lucky to get an exceptional daughter."
She had been just like Trish when she was younger. She never did develop physically the way the other girls in her class did, and was terribly self-conscious about that. The fact that her father and mother constantly gave her mixed messages about what they expected from her did nothing to help her self-image, either. The message she'd always gotten from her parents was that it was good she was bright, because it was pretty clear, even early on, that she wasn't going to be able to get by on her looks. She never knew how much damage their attitude had done to her until she got involved in therapy.
The fact that she was so insecure about the way she looked led her into a relationship with a boy that further damaged her self-esteem and resulted in her losing her virginity. The boy's name was Mark...
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She met Mark Thomas when she was a senior in high school. He was the quarterback of the school's championship football team, top scorer on the basketball team, and was the boy most of the girls in school wanted to go out with. When he took her aside in the hall one day and asked her to go out with him, she was thrilled.
Their first date, even though it was fun, should have warned her what was to come. Mark said he'd would pick her up at her house. And he did, but he didn't come to the door. He blew the horn when he arrived and waited in his car, an expensive new convertible, for her to come out. He took her to a drive-in movie where they showed triple features of old science-fiction movies, which she hated.
It turned out that it didn't really matter what movies were showing because when the film started, so did Mark. He turned, pulled her to him, and their lips met. The touch of his lips thrilled her, and his thrusting tongue compounded the wild sensations that had begun coursing through her.
When Mark's hand cupped one of her breasts through the sweater she had on, she was thrilled. She'd been felt up before, but somehow it felt different when he did it. His touch was skillful and thrilling and the feelings she got from it were wilder than any she'd ever felt before.
"Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned when his hand slid under the sweater, pushed her bra up, and came to rest on her bare breast. He teased her nipple with his fingers and the bud of flesh stiffened while electrifying feelings swept through her. She was being overwhelmed by the powerful sensations racing through her and knew she'd do anything Mark wanted, just so he kept making her feel like this!
"Take your pants off," he whispered.
Eager to please him, she did. Once her lower half was bare, he rewarded her with even more ferocious sensations of pleasure. She trembled uncontrollably while his fingers explored her virgin vagina. He moved her so she was lying on the car seat, with him between her legs.
She laid there and heard him unzip his pants. She glanced down and realized he was holding his cock in his hand. She'd never seen a man's erection before and was frightened. Mark's was huge! She knew what he planned to do, and was frightened that he might split her wide open!
"Don't hurt me, Mark!" she begged, "Please, Mark, don't hurt me! You're so big!"
"I'm not gonna hurt you," he replied, his voice strained, "Trust me, you're really gonna love this." He moved closer to her and, holding his erection in his hand, aimed it into her wet, virgin opening. Then he thrust himself into her.
Mark didn't know, and few other people did, that she was still a virgin. When the fleshy shaft plunged into her, she experienced a sharp pain when his erection breached her maidenhead.
"It hurts!" she whimpered, "Please, Mark, stop! You're hurting me!"
Mark paused and looked down at her. "Don't tell me you're cherry!" he exclaimed, incredulous. "Damn!" He remained still, his cock buried in her.
