And speaking of big hards, he said to himself as he mounted the back steps, where was little Kathy Collins? She didn’t seem the kind who would put him on; she was as eager for screwing as she had made him. The girl had rekindled a flame in him, one that he thought might have fizzled out, and she was opening him up to himself, as well as to a sexual freedom he hadn’t known existed;

He lifted a hand to knock on the back door, but it swung open before he could reach the wooden panel, and he saw her piquant face framed there, saw the saucy laughing eyes and the tempting pouty mouth. Her hand darted out and drew him quickly inside.

She was against him then, pressed to him at thighs and pelvis, lifting herself on tiptoes to do so, pressed into his lower chest with the twin points of her firm young tits.

Her mouth lifted to his, sweet and burning, and a flash passed through his head of what she had done with it the night before, of how this hungry little bitch-princess had sucked on his cock. His tongue probed deeply, and hers writhed against it, her lips mobile and her teeth threatening to lance him.

“Wow!” she sighed, pulling back with obvious regret. “I really missed you, teach. All day long, I kept remembering all we did last night, and I had to keep my thighs clamped tight together because I was burning up. And when I bad to sit through English and watch you move around.”

“I know,” he said. “After awhile, I was afraid to stand up.”

She laughed, a bright, sparkling peal of happiness. “I knew you had a hard on.

I could sense it. But I’m glad you didn’t show it to the other kids; not yet, anyway. I’m greedy. I want you to myself for awhile, Dallas darling.”

“For just awhile?” He was just making conversation while he looked around.

Following her through the tidy kitchen, he went into the living room, another small layout that was neatly kept and cared for. Two couches and a low table just about filled the room, and the drapes were tightly drawn.