Chapter 13 - The Teacher continued
Virginia and the Drummer (part 1)
The next morning, as she is waking up, she hears from above "Just lay back and enjoy this, I always wanted to wake up a man this way, so put your hands behind your head and watch me suck your cock, without interference. " After that declaration, she can hear him grown, her slurping and the movement of his hips, pushing his cock into her mouth. After, what seems to be forever, a large groan and a satisfied sigh, she hears her say "Now that was worth it, wasn't it."
"Yes, that is the best way to wake up. Now check to see if anyone is our there and I'll meet you in the dinning car for breakfast"
"Ok, it clear, as for breakfast, I just had my new favorite and I'll plan on the same thing tomorrow."
Unable to control herself, the teacher parts the curtain and watches as a much smaller, wrinkled and softer cock goes by in front of her face. Leaning back, not to get caught, she has now seen one before and after sex. The before is more enjoyable but the after shows, though by the wetness and glistening she knew what it had been up to.
Picking up her book, she waits for the girl from upstairs gets down and goes to get dressed for the day. When the teacher hears her exit the car, she gets up and goes to the convince to get dressed.
When done, she heads into the dinning car. The servers are cleaning up the corner where the girls and the gamblers were last night and as they see her enter, one gets up and approaches her.
"A table for breakfast?" She asks. "We are having some trout, caught this morning in the river, eggs and fried potatoes. Would you like some canned milk, apple cider or water?"
"Just eggs, scrambled, with some ketchup please and some cider." she answers.
"We just have the latest new Heinz Ketchup, will that due?"
"Yes it will" as she sits at the last clean table. Reaching down, she picks up Huck and Jim to continue reading. As she starts to try and read the book, she find she is unable to read as she finds herself thinking about the cock she inspected, wondering if it was in the dinning car right now. Looking around, she finds herself looking, not at the faces she would normally look at, but at the crotches of the men in the room. Shaking her head, she tells herself, stop thinking about dicks in pants and read the good book in front of herself.
"Ma'am, may I join you, there are no clean, open seats?" She hears from behind her book.
Dropping the book, she finds herself looking into the crotch of the man before her. Blushing a bit, she looks up into his blue eyes and stammers "Yes, please join me" and hides behind the book again. She tries to go back to reading, but sees nothing but the outline of his cock in his tight pants. Sitting there, after the close up look at the cock last night, she finds she is thinking more and more about dicks and what she would like to do with and to them. The guy before her is an example of exactly she would want to fuck, but she can not appoach him. So behind the book she goes and squeezes her legs together, as the wetness grows.
The breakfast for her arrives just in time to keep from embarrassing herself, so she has to put the book down and looks across the table. Reaching for the cider she says "Good morning, sorry for ignoring you, I'm enjoying this new novel by Twain."
"Quite alright, I enjoy Twain myself. Meet him once in San Francisco, as he was leaving to do a series of articles on Hawaii. Fun man to talk with, we played pool for most of an afternoon. Did you hear he was once challenged to a duel in Virginia City, Nevada, over an article he wrote for the newspaper, Β The Territorial Enterprise. He chose, as the weapons, mops dipped in pea soup over a pool table. The other realized he was being made fun of and quickly left town."
"I enjoyed his Travels Abroad and Tom Sawyer, so I've been looking forward to this one, a sequel to Tom Sawyer."
"If I may ask, where are you going?"
"St Elmo in Colorado, I've taken a teaching position there."
"I've been there, nice little mining town at the foot of Tin Cup Pass. A little rough for a lady like yourself, but being cleaned up."
"I know nothing about the town, I answered an advertisement is my school paper and as I have just graduated, I decided to take the great adventure. So here I am, embarking on a new life in the wild west, though it has been boring until now."
"What do you do, I did not get your name. Mine is Virginia."
"I'm Alex, short for Alexander, Walker. I'm a Whiskey Dummer."
"What's a Whiskey Dummer?"
"I travel through the west, selling whiskey to the different bars. If you're not careful, I'll start using my spiel on you. I just sold 28 barrels to the chef, to be scattered at each of the 14 stations from Dodge to Santa Fe, for the bars to refill their bottles."
"Refill their bottles, don't they buy it by the bottle?"