Cynthia Dumas woke up and stretched delightfully. A shudder went through her lovely body as she recalled what happened when she went over to Mr. Sanders' apartment a week earlier.
She'd been waiting anxiously for Mr. Sanders to call her down to his office or invite her over to his place again, but she'd heard nothing from him since that night. She was afraid he was upset with her, that she'd done something to make him angry, and didn't know what to do about it.
She climbed out of bed, slipped a robe over her comely nude body, and headed for the bathroom to get ready for school. Since Mr. Sanders hadn't contacted her, Cynthia decided she'd stop by his office in school today and see if he'd tell her what she'd done to make him unhappy with her.
"Hi, Mom," Cynthia said to her mother, who was sitting at the kitchen table when she walked into the kitchen. The girl had on a loose sweatshirt and a snug denim skirt. The outfit wasn't particularly revealing, but so voluptuous was Cynthia's young body that even this plain outfit looked quite appealing on her.
"Good morning, Cynthia," her mother said.
Cynthia got herself a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk and sat down at the table to eat.
"You know, Cynthia," her mother said, "I've noticed that you seem to be in much better spirits than you were there for a while. I was really worried about you. I'm glad you've cheered up."
"I've been trying, and I talk with Mr. Sanders a lot. I guess it's helping, huh?" the girl replied.
"I don't know what had you do down in the dumps," her mother said. "but you do seem better now. Mr. Sanders must be very good at what he does, if he could make such a change in you in such a short time."
"Yeah, Mr. Sanders is a really neat guy," Cynthia said. "If you knew how good he really is, and at what, you'd have a bird!" she thought.
Cynthia didn't know it, but she wouldn't be seeing Mr. Sanders in school that day because he wasn't going to be in school. The school's new work-study program had begun, and Ben's job included making site visits to places the students were working and spending time tutoring those students who needed that.
After spending the morning visiting male students who were working in garages and factories, Ben ate lunch, then he drove to the Jamestown Mall, where his first afternoon appointment was. He took his briefcase, locked his car, and started into the mall. He was supposed to meet with Melanie Sparks, who was working at a shop that specialized in clothes for "queen-sized" women.
Ben walked down the corridor of the mall and into the shop. A plump but pretty woman sitting behind the counter looked at him when he walked in.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"I'm Ben Sanders from the high school, I'm here to tutor Melanie," Ben said.
The woman smiled and nodded. "Melanie said you'd be by," she said. "She's in the office, it's through that door, there."
Ben walked to the door the woman had indicated and knocked on it.
"Come in," a feminine voice said.
Ben went in. Melanie Sparks was sitting at a desk in the office and, unlike her co-worker, she wasn't plump. The young woman was pleasant-looking and was wearing a very tight black mini-skirt, which exposed a pair of terrific legs encased in dark stockings. She also had on a blue satin blouse that was so sheer the scanty bra encasing her young breasts showed through it.
"Hi, Mr. Sanders," Melanie said, smiling at Ben. "I've been waiting for you."
"I'm sorry I was a bit late, traffic was terrible," Ben said.
Melanie looked at Mr. Sanders. Quite a few of her friends seemed to think he was pretty neat, although none of them would say why. She didn't think he was bad-looking, for an older guy. Juan Perez, the guy she was going out with, was better looking, but she heard Juan had been making moves on several other girls, and she was angry at him. It might be fun to come on to Mr. Sanders and tease him a little. Getting her tutor going would be a fun way to get some kicks.
"I've been sitting here, trying to figure out this assignment," Melanie said. "I just can't get it."
"What's the problem?" Ben asked. He couldn't keep from staring at the well-shaped legs displayed by the student's tight, meager skirt.
"Well..." Melanie said. She explained what she didn't understand about the problem. She saw Mr. Sanders staring at her legs and felt a tingle in her belly. It looked like it would be easy to get him hot and bothered.
"I see," Ben said, when she finished explaining. "It doesn't sound like an insurmountable problem. Can I see your textbook?"
"Yeah, sure," Melanie said. She got up, walked across the small room, and reached for the book, which she'd left on a high shelf.
Ben watched her, admiring the way her firm, rounded buttocks moved when she walked.
"Here," Melanie said. She walked back to where the guidance counselor was sitting and handed the book to him.
Ben paged through the book, then made some notes on a yellow pad lying on the desk. "Is that what you were supposed to do?" he asked.
Melanie had been watching over his shoulder and was surprised to see him solve the problem so easily. "How'd you do that?" she asked. "I've been trying to figure that out all morning."
"It's easy, if you use the right process," Ben explained. "Didn't your teacher explain the steps to this process?"
"Maybe she did," Melanie said. "I guess I wasn't paying attention."
"I'll show you what you have to do," Ben said. "First, you write down the information like so..." He wrote down the information the way it was suppose to be done.
