Chapter 10

The summer seemed to fly by to Danny. He continued to take care of Vivian’s sexual needs almost daily. Gloria took up most of his spare time. The summer weather was hot, and so was Danny’s love life. His trip to the lake opened more doors for him. Now, Anna found ways to avail herself of his sexual prowess at least twice a week. He didn’t even have time to think about the excellent sex he’d had with Beth.

By the last week in July, Danny was considering his senior year in high school. He would be the President of his class. He was dating who was thought to be the prettiest girl in his school and fucking the second prettiest. Then, to put the cherry on the sundae, there was Vivian, who lived in a constant state of horniness. Life just couldn’t be better.

On the first day of August, Danny reported to his school’s administrative center to begin his new job. He was welcomed by Mrs. Anderson, the woman in charge of the central office. She ushered him into the Principal’s office, saying, “Mr. Jordan told me he wants to see you as soon as you arrive.” She knocked on the door and opened it. “Mr. Jordan, Danny Collins is here.”

The Principal stood and welcomed Danny. “It’s good to see you, Danny. Please come in and have a seat. I want to talk a little about your job here this summer.”

Danny had only spoken with Mr. Jordan a few times while in school but had always thought well of the man. He was always smartly dressed and was quick with a smile.

“Have you had a good summer, Danny?”

“Yes, sir. I’ve been swamped, but now I’m ready to do whatever you have for me.”

“I’ve been thinking about it, Danny. Usually, we have a few students working odd jobs to help out the staff in the run-up to school opening. We’ll have a few of your friends doing those things this year, but I have something different in mind for you.”

Mr. Jordan stood and walked around his desk before leaning against it in front of Danny. “Do you own a dress shirt and a tie?”

“Yes, Sir.” Danny smiled. My mother requires me to wear a shirt and tie to church on Sunday. I have several solid-colored shirts and two neckties.

“Excellent,” Jordan said. “My idea is to have you in charge of greeting students transferring into our school. I’ve been told to expect at least twenty transfers from other schools. I thought it would be a welcoming touch to give each student a personal greeting and perhaps a tour of our campus.”

The man lowered his voice. “It would also allow you to meet all the new girls. I thought someone tall and handsome would put a fresh face on our school. I’ve shared my idea with Mrs. Anderson, who’ll fill you in on the details. I want you to receive the new students. Most of them will be with a parent. It will be your job to assure the parent their child is welcome and will be attending the best high school in our area.”

“What kind of tour?” Danny asked.

“After you’ve started the necessary paperwork, you’ll find if the new student has any special interest. If someone is interested in sports, you’ll want to take them to the gym, the football and baseball practice fields and your specialty, the tennis courts. If the new student is a singer or musician, you’ll want to show them the new band hall and choral room. You’ll certainly want to show off the new air-conditioned library. (Remember, readers ... this takes place in August 1969. Air conditioning then was rare in public schools.) The cafeteria will be open, so you’ll want to walk them through our lunchtime activities.” Mr. Jordan stood. “So what do you think?”

“It sounds like a great idea to me,” Danny replied. “It’s a really nice, friendly touch. Knowing where everything is would make a new student feel more at ease on the first day of school.”

Mr. Jordan put a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Exactly, my boy. You got the whole idea right away. So, I’ll see you at about nine tomorrow morning. Don’t forget to wear a tie.” He opened his office door and called Mrs. Anderson. “Martha, please give Danny a rundown on how we’ll handle transfer students. He’ll wear a tie tomorrow morning and be ready to welcome our new students.”

During his second week at school, Danny saw a beautiful woman walking into the office with a girl he assumed to be her daughter. He greeted them with a smile. “Hi, I’m Danny Collins. How can I help you this morning?”

The woman returned his smile. “I’m Dorothy Ambrose.” The woman pointed to the girl. “This is my daughter, Diane. She’ll be transferring here. My husband took a job locally, and we moved into a new home last week.”

“Hi, Diane. I’m certain you’ll be happy at our school. What grade will you be in?”

“I’m starting my junior year,” Diane answered.

Danny was busy checking her out. If she was a junior, she had to be at least sixteen. She didn’t have her mother’s curves, but it was apparent to him that she would develop those curves.

Turning back to Mrs. Ambrose, Danny asked, “Do you have any paperwork from the other school?”

The woman handed Danny a packet, saying, “I’m told this contains everything you need to register her.”

Danny opened the package and looked through the contents. “This looks perfect,” he told the woman. “Let me get one of the clerks working on it. Instead of sitting here waiting for everything to be done, why don’t I take you on a tour of our campus? I’m sure you would both like to see it.”

“That would be great,” Diane said. “I’m feeling anxious about being in a new school. This one is about twice the size of the one I previously attended back home.”

“Do you have any special interest other than classes?” Danny asked.

“She was in the band at home,” Mrs. Ambrose offered. “She plays the clarinet.”

Danny thought Diane looked a little sad. She said, “Back home, I was second chair clarinet and would probably have been first chair this year.”

Danny didn’t understand the importance of ‘which chair’ you had but assumed it had something to do with your ranking in the section.

Forty-five minutes later, they finished the tour and returned to the office.

“Since you’re in the band, you won’t be required to take PE,” Danny explained. He took some papers from the countertop in the office. “Band camp begins next Monday morning. It lasts two weeks.” He handed Diane some papers. “These explain what’s required. I’m told you’ll practice marching in the early mornings and playing inside later because of the heat.”

“Do the kids wear shorts?” Mrs. Ambrose asked.

“Yes, ma’am, it is quite casual.” Danny looked at Diane, thinking she would look great in tight shorts.

Danny shook the woman’s hand. “I think you have everything you need.” Turning to Diane, he said, “I’ll come by the band hall next week to check on you. If you have any problems, I hope you ask me for help.”

Diane gave him a glowing smile, and he detected the hint of hard nipples showing through her blouse. As the two walked away, he studied both of them. “That’s some fine stuff there,” he thought.

Just then, he heard Mrs. Anderson’s voice behind him. “Danny, we have another transfer student for you.”

Danny welcomed the new mother and son, but his mind was still on the lovely Diane Ambrose. He made a mental note to check on her next week. “I love the combination of blonde hair and brown eyes,” he thought.

Danny made two trips to the band hall the following week to check on Diane. On the first trip, he discovered that she looked great in shorts. She was making friends quickly and was very happy to see Danny.

The following week, he made two more trips and he and Diane were old friends by now.

As the band group was breaking up for the day on Thursday, Diane spotted him. She walked over to him with a glowing smile. “Are you checking up on me again?”

“Sure I am,” he replied. “You appear to be a regular part of the team already.”

“I guess I am,” she said with an embarrassed grin. “The band director has put me into the first clarinet section. I’m still far from first chair, but I’m really pleased.”

“That’s great. I’m glad to see you fitting in so well and so quickly. But then ... I can’t imagine a girl who looks as good as you in shorts wouldn’t immediately become a favorite.”

Diane loved the compliment but was startled to hear him say it. “Some of the girls have noticed you stopping by to check on me. They told me that you are the Senior Class President.”

“Guilty,” he said with a laugh.

“They also told me that you’re dating the most beautiful girl in the school. Is that true?”

“I’ll plead guilty to that one also. Her name is Gloria Summerhase. I’m sure you’ll like her.”

“I doubt that, Danny. I would think of her as competition.”

Now it was Danny’s turn to be shocked. This beauty was coming on to him, and he liked it.

“Walk with me, Danny. My mom’s here to pick me up, and you can say hello.”

When they reached the car, Mrs. Ambrose smiled at him. “Hi, Danny. I appreciate you keeping an eye on my little girl.”

“Oh, Mom!” Diane said in exasperation as she slid into the car.

“I’m making sure she’s settling in well. Just doin’ my job.”

As they drove away, Danny waved. “Doin’ my job, hell. I think I’ve found the next Vivian.”

On the Wednesday before school opening, Danny got off work a little early and picked up Gloria at her home. As soon as Danny sat behind the wheel, Gloria asked, “Are we going to see Vivian?”

“I thought we would,” he replied while backing out of the driveway. “We can go somewhere else if that’s what you like.”

“No! I want to go to Vivian’s. I’m so horny I can hardly stand it.” Gloria put her hand on Danny’s package. “I need some of this, lover boy. I want you to fuck me like the slut I am, and then I want to watch you fuck Vivian. I won’t be satisfied easily today.”

Danny just grinned. “How fuckin’ lucky can one person be?” he thought. “Why are you so horny?”

“I woke up around 2:00 in the morning. My clit was begging to be touched. It didn’t take long to get myself off. I licked my fingers and went back to sleep. Then, at about 7:00, I woke up from a dream I was having about giving you a blow job. So, I got myself off again. Before noon, my mom was on the phone with one of her friends. I knew the two of them would talk for an hour. I went back to my room and rubbed another one out.”

“So,” Danny said with a grin. “You’ve had three orgasms in the past twelve hours, and you want more?”

“Yes!” she said, squeezing his package. “I want some hard dick and some soft, wet tongue. I’m not going home until I cum at least three more times.”

“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

“I am today,” she said. Gloria paused briefly before smiling and saying, “And probably tomorrow and the next day.”

They were both laughing when Danny parked his car in Vivian’s driveway. Gloria quickly got out of the car and went to the back door. “Vivian,” she called out. You have company.”

Vivian appeared at the kitchen doorway wearing her usual extra-large tee shirt with nothing on underneath it. “Hi, baby,” Viv said excitedly. “Have you come to help me clean the house or take me to bed?”

Gloria hugged the woman. “I’ll give you two guesses,” the girl laughed. She hugged Vivian, making sure to get her hands on the woman’s bare ass cheeks.

When Danny walked in, Vivian said, “And here’s my favorite lover boy.” She hugged Danny, saying, “You’ve come in time to save me from having to masturbate. I’ve been cleaning the house and need some recreation.”

Gloria grabbed Danny’s hand, pulling him toward the bedroom. “I get him first,” she called back over her shoulder and heard Vivian laughing.