"I'll look into it right away, Mr. Atherton," Ben Sanders said. Then, frowning, he slammed the phone in his office down. The one thing he had feared ever since he began having sexual relationships with female students was that, somehow, other people would ask questions about what was going on.
William Atherton's call didn't seem in any way to indicate that Atherton was suspicious Ben was doing anything untoward with Cynthia Dumas, but it was upsetting just the same. He had to talk to Cynthia today and get her to understand she was jeopardizing things by acting the way she was.
He walked out into the hallway between classes and found Cynthia. He took her aside. "You and I need to have a talk," he told the girl.
"I've got the next period free, Mr. Sanders," Cynthia said.
"No," Ben told her. "I have an appointment. Can you come over to my apartment after school?"
Cynthia, who had been longing for just such an invitation, could barely contain her feelings of elation. "Of...of course I can," she replied.
"All right, I'll be waiting for you," Ben said.
When the school day ended, Ben drove home and walked into his apartment. He wasn't sure exactly how to handle this situation. He didn't want to risk making Cynthia any more upset than she already was, so being stern with her probably wasn't smart. On the other hand, he had to get her to understand that she needed to be more careful. He went into his living room, turned on the TV, and sat down to watch the news until the pretty teenager arrived.
He hadn't been home long when he heard someone knocking at the back door. He got up, went to the door, and opened it.
"Hi, Mr. Sanders," Cynthia said.
Ben looked at Cynthia, who, as always, looked extremely desirable. He realized she was dressed differently now than she'd been in school. She must have gone home and changed before coming over to his place. Now she was wearing a color-coordinated pale green outfit which looked stupendous against her deeply tanned smooth skin.
The top was wide-necked and loose and ended just above the waist of her slacks, exposing a strip of smooth, tan belly. Her budding breasts tented the top. A thin white bra strap peeked out from the edge of one of the top's shoulder straps.
Her slacks were the same color as the top and were cinched at the waist, but they were loose enough so they only hinted at the finely shaped bottom and legs they covered. A good figure was necessary to make the outfit look good, and Cynthia had a super figure.
The young woman walked past him, into the kitchen. As she passed him, Ben smelled a soft, fruity scent, either from shampoo or perfume he guessed. She moved gracefully across the kitchen, heading for the living room. Ben swallowed hard as he watched the globes of her well-formed bottom move in her soft, clinging slacks.
Ben followed her into the living room and they stood next to each other. When he invited her over, he planned to talk with her, to resolve the problem that had arisen, but instead of doing that, he bent and kissed her.
When his lips touched Cynthia's, shocks of delight arced through his body. Her lips were so soft, so warm. His hands, moving as if they had a life of their own, slid around her waist.
"Ohhh!! Mr. Sanders!!" Cynthia giggled, her warm skin rippling as his fingers slid over her. "Your hands are cold!"
Her arms snaked around his neck, her lips pressed against his and parted. Her tongue probed his lips, thrilling Ben with sensations he didn't want to. His tongue slid into her mouth and lashed hers.
Finally, because they needed air, the kiss ended. The lovely teen leaned back in his arms, looking at him, her perfect features flushed, her chest heaving.
"Cynthia..." Ben said. "We have to talk about something."
"What?" Cynthia asked. She pressed her hips against Ben's middle and rotated them slowly. "Wouldn't you rather make love to me than talk?"
Ben thought for a minute, then he smiled. There was plenty of time for them to talk later. "Of course," he replied. The insistent movement of her hips was getting him very aroused. The girl continued to cling to him and grind her body against his.
Ben released her and sank into his chair. Cynthia sat on the arm of the chair. The proximity of her warm, young body continued to stoke the fires of passion already smoldering inside him.
Cynthia was determined to make sure Mr. Sanders understood how she felt about him and had decided she would do whatever it took to accomplish that. She reached into his lap and caressed his swollen cock for a few moments. She really liked the way he gasped and twitched when she did that. Then she got up, her eyes shining, and knelt on the floor in front of the guidance counselor. With trembling hands, she opened his belt and the clasp at the waist of his pants.
Ben, surprised by how aggressive Cynthia was acting, heard the zipper of his slacks buzz down, then he felt her hand slide inside his shorts and tug out his swollen shaft.
"God, Mr. Sanders, you do want me, don' t you?" the young woman murmured. Her eyes were wide and her face was flushed. Her warm hands began to move lightly over the veined surface of the swollen shaft she was holding.
"Ohhhh, Cynthia!!! Oh, Godddd!!!" Ben groaned, squirming in his leather chair. The sensations she was giving him were unbelievable!
A glistening drop of pre-cum oozed from the slitted tip of the straining shaft. "Jeezum, Mr. Sanders, it's spitting!" Cynthia giggled. She massaged the fluid into the flared purple tip, and felt Mr. Sanders quiver.
"Ahhhh!!!!" Ben groaned. "If...if you...keep that up, Cynthia, it's...Ahhhhh!!! ...really going to spit!!"
"Does it feel good when I do this?" the teenager asked. Her hands continued to move up and down over his swollen pole. She was delighted by how obviously turned on Mr. Sanders was.
"Jesus, yes!!!" Ben whimpered. "Oh, yessss!!!" His pulse was pounding and there was so much sexual tension built up inside him he was afraid the top of his head would come off.
"Unnnnhhhhh!!!" Ben cried when Cynthia bent and kissed the flared tip of his swollen cock. "Ohhhhhh!!!! Oh, God, Cynthia!!! Oh, God!!!" He desperately tried to find something he could think of which would distract him from the incredible sensations shooting into his body as a result of the gorgeous teen-ager's caresses.
"Ahhhhh!!!" he groaned when she again licked the tip of his cock. Then she swirled her tongue around and down over his super-sensitive flesh. He laid his head back on the chair and closed his eyes, still desperately trying to tone down the powerful sensations rocking him. It didn't work. A picture of Cynthia's lovely mouth and tongue working on his cock flashed behind his tightly closed eyes, driving him wild.
When warmth and wetness engulfed the head of his cock, Ben realized the girl had taken his erection into her mouth! Her tender lips were wrapped around him and her tongue teased the tip and poked into the tiny, slitted opening there.
"Agggggghhhhhh!!!!! Unnnnhhhhhhh!!!!" Ben groaned. He was afraid he'd rip the fabric off the arms of his chair, he was pulling on it so hard.
